Chapter 38: The child is disobedient...

"You vile bastard!"

Even when Sansa was cursing, she would keep her hands folded neatly on her abdomen.

He looks serious like a proud little duck.

But Jon was too disdainful to argue with this little girl whose hair hadn't even grown out yet. What to do if a child doesn't obey? Of course, spank her.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! What are you doing! Let me go!"

Jon held Sansa by his armpits as if he was pulling an onion, then pressed her on his legs, then picked up a branch on the ground and whipped her buttocks.

Sansa felt her buttocks first painful, then burning. She had suffered such injustice since she was a child, and she struggled constantly.

"Jon, you're a wretch!"

"You bastard! You're a big bad guy!"

"You despicable fellow, you are not a gentleman!"

I have to say that the Stark family's education is really good. Sansa kept repeating these two sentences over and over again, but the more she shouted, the harder Jon hit her. After being hit for more than twenty times in a row, Sansa finally began to give in.

"Jon, I was wrong! Ah! Jon! Please..."

"Ah! Brother, brother..."

Sansa couldn't bear the pain so much that tears and snot flowed out together. She kicked her legs wildly in pain in Jon's arms. Seeing that she finally gave in, Jon stopped what he was doing.

He put Sansa down from his lap, put on a cold face, and then squatted down and pointed at her and said:

"I'll tell you why Cersei wanted to capture my father, because my father discovered that Joffrey was actually the illegitimate child of Cersei and her brother Jaime Lannister! If I am a illegitimate child, then Joffrey is a illegitimate child born of incest!"

The two words "incest" and "illegitimate child" were like two clubs that hit Sansa's head hard, making her brain buzz.

"No, that's not it, you're lying, Joffrey is a prince, Joffrey is a prince!"

Sansa clenched her fists and shook her head, as if she couldn't accept this fact.

Just now, she was carried all the way by Jon, and her hair accessories were scattered. Then she was spanked, and her long red silk hair fell on her shoulders, shaking with her sobs.

After a while, Sansa seemed to have made up her mind. She glanced in the direction of the Red Castle and ran towards it regardless.

But she was only eleven or twelve years old and couldn't run very fast, so Jon simply followed her. He knew that this noble lady who lacked exercise would stop after a few dozen meters.

The most important thing is that Jon knows that if a person wants to change his mood, then starting with changing his breathing rhythm is undoubtedly the most effective way.

Although Jon was confident that he could handle the situation that would arise later, having a smart little girl by your side was completely different from having a distracted little girl by your side.

He remembered that in the original plot, Ned was going to take her and Arya back to the North, but Sansa, who had longed for court life since childhood, actually ran to tell Cersei that she hoped she could persuade Ned to stay.

This is undoubtedly equivalent to tipping off Cersei, which is a complete betrayal.

Unexpectedly, just after the two of them ran a few steps, Jon found six or seven guys with bad intentions approaching him.

Maybe it was because Sansa had just had a quarrel with him, or maybe it was the noise he made when he was scolding Sansa that attracted these guys over.

Running on this bumpy road, Sansa fell down after a few steps. When she looked up, she saw several guys wearing black or brown cloth looking at her with ill intentions.

Although Sansa was young and had never seen such a look, as a girl, she could roughly understand the aggression hidden behind this look.

It's like a fat, juicy and immature piglet strolling in the wild, and suddenly runs into a tiger, leopard or wolf with green eyes.

And Sansa is the little pig at this moment. Her expensive dress and beautiful appearance all reveal her status.

"Look, Chuck, this girl looks like a noble lady!"

A guy with a thin face and big yellow teeth showing when he smiled approached Sansa as if he had found some treasure.

"Look at the clothes she's wearing. Even a bitch in Shataya might work hard for a year to get one like this."

"Wow, look at that little face, tsk tsk tsk."

"..."

A group of guys who looked like bandits were commenting on Sansa, but only a fat guy with bulging eyes looked warily at Jon who was approaching not far away.

"What do you want to do..."

Faced with the dirty words of the group of guys, Sansa stepped back in fear.

"Haha, what do you think we want to do?"

"I tell you! I am the Hand of the King's fiancée. I am the daughter of Prince Joffrey, and my brother is..."

Sansa didn't realize that she had said the wrong thing because she was so nervous and scared, but the bandits in front of her didn't seem to care.

"Hey, what a shitty Hand of the King! We will sell you to the other side of the narrow sea. As long as you behave yourself, you will suffer less."

Faced with the approach of several people, she suddenly remembered that Jon seemed to be very good at swordsmanship.

It seemed that apart from Robb, even Theon, who was four or five years older than him, sometimes couldn't beat him. Perhaps this 'half-brother' of his could protect him.

As soon as she turned around, she found that Jon was already standing beside her.

Sansa hid behind Jon like a frightened chick seeking the protection of its mother.

She grasped the corner of Jon's clothes tightly with her fingers as tender as green onions, completely forgetting who caused the pain in her buttocks.

Jon certainly wouldn't let Sansa get into trouble, and when he first saw the group of guys, he was thinking about just chasing them away. But Sansa had already "introduced herself", and although it was a little inaccurate, he knew that if he let them go, it would be very likely that his and Sansa's whereabouts would be revealed, so he decided to kill them.

When they saw a 'thin dog' suddenly appear in front of Sansa, the lone 'little sheep', they all expressed their disdain.

In fact, it is more appropriate to call Jon a thin dog. He was originally thin, and he grew ten centimeters taller in less than a month. After more than half a month of desperate travel, his body became even thinner.

Moreover, in the eyes of these ruffians, Jon was unarmed, while almost everyone of them had a dagger or knife hidden on them. In their opinion, Jon had no chance of winning regardless of the "equipment" or the number.

This is no longer a situation that I can describe as an advantage. In their view, if Sansa is compared to a pearl, then Jon is at most a clam shell.

If this 'clamshell' doesn't open by itself, then they have at least nine ways to pry it open! Nine ways!

So the guy who had just estimated the price of Sansa's skirt took out a shiny dagger from his waist. He looked at Jon and said to him with a ferocious look:

"Get out of here now, or else when we are done playing with this noble lady, we will sell her and you as slaves."

Jon calmly pushed away Sansa's hand that was grabbing his clothes, and then imitated the way they had just smiled at Sansa and said:

"Hey, why don't you let me play with you guys first?"

As the saying goes, when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally want to kill. Having just acquired the master-level fighting skills from the system, Jon also wants to try out its power.