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Ji Yunshu had not only underestimated Jing Rong, but she had also never expected that the Prince's martial arts would be so impressive!

She struggled to drag Uncle Fu aside.

Watch carefully!

Jing Rong was unarmed and fought passionately with the other men in black. Although his posture was straight and strong, he was extremely agile.

After dodging for a while, he took a sword from the hands of a man in black.

However, Ji Yunshu never expected that the sword in Jing Rong's hand was not used to save her, but was used to kill!

The face that carried a noble aura seemed to have been skinned and replaced with a vicious and cold one.

The sword moves in their hands were deadly. Two or three men in black had already fallen to the ground, covered in a pool of blood.

The scene of the sword flashing was so dazzling that it caused one's eyes to tremble.

Ji Yunshu was tense. She gripped Uncle Fu's clothes tightly with both of her hands. From the calm look of the crowd, her mood had changed to one of surging waves.

At that moment, one of the men in black noticed that Ji Yunshu, who was squatting at the corner, had turned her sword around and thrust it at her.

Ji Yunshu's eyes widened as the sharp sword was within reach of her opponent.

Wasn't it a pity that she died at such a beautiful age?

In that instant, she thought too much.

For example, she had yet to tell Luan Er about the silver she had hidden under the bed.

She had not bought the set of ink and pencils from the Black Treasure House!

She still hadn't paid off the money she owed Auntie Li for her insoles!

She also forgot to tell the people of Ji Family that she didn't want to use sandalwood when she was being buried, because the smell was too pungent.

"..."

After some wild thoughts, the sword was suddenly pulled away when it was only a few centimeters away from him.

Amitabha, bless the heavens!

The Buddha that had saved her was none other than the one that had been made of mud.

Jing Rong.

After the sword was raised, Jing Rong's hand speed was so fast that the sword in his hand already pierced towards the black-clothed person's neck.

Fresh blood splattered onto Jing Rong's clean robe and on Ji Yunshu's fair and tender face!

The remaining three men in black knew that they were going to lose.

The leader shouted, "Retreat!"

The three of them avoided Jing Rong's sword, jumped onto the rafters, and ran away …

Don't chase after a desperate enemy.

Jing Rong's sinister gaze, that was as cold as ice, landed in the direction that they disappeared in.

He turned his head and saw the blood on Ji Yunshu's face. His face was filled with intense worry as he quickly walked in front of Ji Yunshu, grabbed her skinny arm, and asked, "How was it? "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, her eyes unfocused!

He raised his sleeves and wiped the blood off his face. Then, he looked at Jing Rong and said, "The Prince killed someone, can you go further away? If there's poison in the blood, I'm afraid I'll be dead by now."

"You're still talking about this at a time like this?" Jing Rong was serious.

"I'm very serious." Her eyes flashed as she tried to tell him that she was really serious!

Jing Rong helplessly looked at Uncle Fu, who was beside her, and extended his hand towards the tip of his nose.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yunshu hit him away: "Uncle Fu is not dead yet."

"This King has just confirmed what you are getting so excited about."

Yes, she was too excited. She must have been frightened by it just now, so much so that she made a fuss about it.

"Uncle Fu should have fainted from fright. I hope that Prince can lend a hand and help to help him into the house."

Jing Rong acknowledged and then helped Uncle Fu up by himself. Ji Yunshu wanted to help, but he pushed her away and said lightly, "Go wash your face."

It sounded like an order, but it always carried a sense of awkwardness.

Ji Yunshu nodded. Before she could say where the medicine was coming from, Jing Rong had already entered with Uncle Fu.

Looking at the four or five bodies on the ground, Ji Yunshu didn't know whether to be happy or to be worried.

He might even have to burn the body later. He really shouldn't go out this night.

When she had washed her face and was ready to go inside to see Uncle Fu, Jing Rong came out from inside and said with a serious expression, "Uncle Fu has already rested. Don't go in and disturb him."

"Then the wound …"

"I've already bandaged him up."

Ji Yunshu nodded and looked at him again, saying, "My lord, thank you for what you did just now."

"There's no need. Saving someone is better than creating a seven-level pagoda. Moreover, you haven't investigated the case properly to This King and are already dead. Who will This King find to take over this case in a short period of time?" Jing Rong raised his untamed gaze.

Ji Yunshu was used to it, but she could not help but look at him with the whites of her eyes.

At this time, a man in black suddenly stood up and swung his sword with all his might.

Ji Yunshu was the closest, and her back was facing him, so she couldn't notice him.

"Be careful!"

Caught off guard, Jing Rong pulled Ji Yunshu into his embrace. He turned around and without any time to think, he raised his arm to block Ji Yunshu's sword and a long cut appeared on his arm.

Jing Rong didn't have time to attend to the wounds on his body. He lifted up a sword on the ground with his foot, kicked forcefully and stabbed towards the chest of the man in black.

He fell to the ground and died!

At this moment, Ji Yunshu was protected by Jing Rong. The figure that suddenly appeared was within his reach. The smell of a man's body lingered at the tip of his nose, causing one's heart to warm up.

She raised her gaze and carefully glanced at Jing Rong. Her gaze moved from his chin all the way to his thick and long eyelashes. The gentle breeze blew. It was really beautiful!

The pair of big hands wrapped around his waist were not filled with a hidden force.

At that moment, she panicked a little!

When she came back to her senses, Ji Yunshu retreated a few steps, lowered her eyes and tried her best to calm her heart. When she looked up, she saw Jing Rong's swaying body, weak eyes and white lips.

"Prince, how are you?"

She stepped forward to help him up, only to discover that his arm was injured. She asked in surprise, "You're hurt?"

"This King is fine." Jing Rong held on and kept saying, "This little injury is nothing. When This King went up to kill the enemy, you were not even born yet."

Hey, your logic is wrong! By then, I'd already be soya sauce.

Ji Yunshu didn't refute him. She looked at the wound on his arm, the sword stabbing it, and the blood coming out. Shouldn't it be red?

Why is it black?

"Your Highness, there was poison on that sword just now." Ji Yunshu was annoyed.

Therefore, if Uncle Fu didn't faint, he must have been poisoned as well.

Just as she finished speaking, Jing Rong's body was already pressing down on her. His thin shoulders were shaking. How could he withstand such a heavy body?

The two of them tightly pressed against each other.

Jing Rong's head was resting on Ji Yunshu's shoulder. The warm breath on the tip of his nose was hitting her neck. It was soft and numb.

It caused Ji Yunshu's entire body to tremble.

This was the first time in his life that he was hugged by the same man a few times.

Jing Rong slightly opened his mouth and whispered indistinctly in her ear.

"This King... This King is fine. "