C20

When Zhao Fan fell down the cliff, his eyes were still filled with disbelief. After escaping from the Dijing, he had escaped most of the land, and did not die under the assassin's sword, falling into the trap of scheming, and winning with everything he had, only falling into the hands of this woman who had not made a sound along the way.

"When is the next day?"

Wen Jiu stood on top of the cliff and retracted his hand that he had stretched out to push her. His long hair was blown about by the wind and his entire body was covered in blood, making him look like a female ghost.

"This woman is crazy!"

The group of men in black was on the verge of jumping up and down. "You guys, follow me down to search. This woman is so ruthless that she killed everyone here!"

With the rain blurring his vision, Wen Jiu sat on the edge of the cliff. He knew that it would be better to save some energy than to run away, so he raised his hand and looked at the sword that was piercing his throat, vaguely thinking: Am I going to die again?

In this world, wanting to live was truly difficult.

Thinking about it this way, he should die again if he was to lose two lives because of Zhao Fan.

Now that she thought about it, Xie Family ? It was a good place.

"Wen Jiu!"

The youth's voice was deep as he directly used his scabbard to pry open the sword that was stabbing towards her. He swept behind him and pierced through the two black-clothed men.

Blood splashed onto Wen Jiu's face. She looked at Xie Heng somewhat numbly, but her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid."

Xie Heng reached out and pulled Wen Jiu who was sitting in the mud, then lifted his sleeves to wipe the rain off her face. His voice was so quiet that it seemed to be afraid of scaring her: "I'm here."

The water droplets on Wen Jiu's face dripped to his chin and slowly fell. It was hard to tell if it was tears or rain.

Her vision was blurred, and she could not see Xie Heng's face clearly.

In his previous life, he had never felt tears flowing down his face before because he had seen a person and heard a single sentence from him.

Xie Heng's sleeves were already drenched, he had no choice but to wipe her tears.

"What are you crying for? You were so generous when you pushed him down earlier. Those sabre wielding men were all scared silly by you."

In this day and age, high ranking officials and those sitting in the high school were powerless. They did not think it was shameful, but they thought it was an honor. The lady was even more respectful to the door and did not step out, like Wen Jiu who wordlessly took the life of the bandit leader, her face and hands did not tremble, and even Xie Heng was surprised.

As for this young lady, she was only strong for a short period of time and cried the moment she saw him.

Xie Heng, who had killed two people with a single strike earlier, was also at a loss as to what to do with this girl. He helplessly said: "My eyes were originally big. That's not good, little Jiu. "

Wen Jiu ruthlessly wiped his face with his sleeve, thinking: This Xie Heng guy really doesn't know how to tell jokes.

"Can you still get up?"

The young man reached out his long and white hands, but Wen Jiu did not act pretentiously, taking the opportunity to stand up, but the ankle was too swollen, causing her to be unable to stand steadily, and her entire body leaned on Xie Heng's body.

Her clothes had long since become wet from the rain and stuck to her skin. The youth's body temperature was too warm, and her body was also gradually getting warmer.

"Where did all this trouble come from!" If we were to kill these two and continue searching for it, we will be in the wrong and no one will be able to handle the consequences! "

Black Robe, who was just about to go down the mountain to search, raised his sword and rushed back. The ten or so people formed a semicircle and attacked in unison.

Wen Jiu choked, only to see the youth silently emitting killing intent. Xie Heng tore the crimson red headband from his hair and tied it behind her ears, causing Wen Jiu to be unable to see what was happening.

The youth slightly bent his body, carried her on his back, and then comforted her in a low voice, "My dear Jiu, please be good. I'll cry when we get home."

Dozens of ferocious weapons surged through the rain, the sound of their footsteps was uniform, it was obvious that they were more ferocious than when they attacked Zhao Fan.

That prince had what his master wanted. After all, he still had that status, and it would be best if he didn't kill him. However, the young boy and girl in front of him was different.

The young man in embroidered clothes still had his sword in his hand, so he didn't change his expression in the face of the encirclement of more than ten people. He walked forward at a leisurely pace, and the leader of the assassins said, "If you kill this woman, we might be able to leave you with an intact corpse."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Heng had already pulled out his sword, and instantly took the life of the leader. Before he even had the chance to close his mouth, his head rolled down the hill, and fresh blood spurted out from it.

The youth's expression was indifferent as he said, "In the wilderness, it's most suitable to kill."

Everyone's expressions changed when they realized that this young man's sword was not an act. They had all used their full strength when they attacked.

However, the youth still carried the young girl on his back and only released his right hand. Every time he killed a person, he would only use his sword to attack and not defend.

When there was only one left, that person hesitated for a moment before turning around and fleeing.

Wen Jiu couldn't see anything, but his hearing had become abnormally sharp.

Some of them landed on the ground heavily, and some of the branches on the ground were cut off with the sword ?

Wen Jiu laid on the teenager's shoulder, the smell of blood spreading around, she was not afraid at all.

"Jiu."

Xie Heng called out to her in a low voice. After a long while, he said, "Don't be afraid."

Wen Jiu trembled from head to toe.

The youth thought that she was scared by the bloody scene of his murder. It was true that she was blindfolded, but she wasn't a dead person. She could tell with her ears, but it was impossible for her to not be able to smell the heavy smell of blood.

Wen Jiu grabbed onto the youth's shoulder, his fingertip turning white. "Kill them, don't leave a single one alive."

That was enough.

How could Young Madame s with Xie Family be that kind of rouge powder that fainted at the sight of blood, and became as timid as a mouse?

Unfortunately, she could not see the youth's eyes.

Xie Heng said, "Okay." He picked up a sword from the dead man in black and threw it out. The sword went through his chest and he fell to the ground dead.

Wen Jiu was dizzy when he heard the teenager say: "If you have the effort to chase after an enemy for a thousand miles, you should just be a dog in the front lines. It's not worth dying for."