The upper room of the hotel was attacked from three sides, and although the guards outside the door blocked most of the assassins, the people holding long-range weapons on the roof made Xue Chongxun feel like he was crossing the line of fire. **Bubble!* He heard Murong Yan crying helplessly for help, and he instinctively wanted to rush over to protect her, but reason told him that it was not worth it.

A woman who risked her life to abandon herself to save someone else's wife? Xue Chongxun looked back at Fu Lu, why didn't this thing save his wife?

At this time, the tiles on the roof were overturned, making several larger holes, and one by one the ropes were lowered, and some bald monks slid down the ropes.

"Block them!" Furyu shouted in panic.

There were only four or five guards left, and Fu Lu was dressed in colorful silk and didn't even have a weapon. Seeing this, Xue Chongxun said in his heart: This guy is from a nomadic clan, doesn't he know martial arts?

The bald donkey that came down from the roof was Fulu, and he swooped down in this direction, and one of the guards rushed up and was cut off by a sharp long knife. "Ah......" a woman's scream, Murong Yan was frightened when she saw this scene.

Xue Chongxun hurriedly touched the handle of the knife in his arms, pulled forward, and pulled out the horizontal knife. The horizontal knife is narrow and long, and the blade has a thick ridge and a sense of power. The texture and the heaviness of the metal made him tremble.

The bald assassin had already rushed towards him with his bright weapon.

At this moment, Xue Chongxun raised the horizontal knife and looked at the sharp blade, is he fighting for his sanity, or is he fighting for his heart?

The target of the assassins was obviously Fu Lu, who was very important to Xue Chongxun's border strategy, and it was wise to protect this person who originally disgusted him, and there were a few guards here, so it was safer to stay where he was; And Murong Yan, from the perspective of political interests, how much role does it have? The Murong clan is pro-Tang? But how much is it worth?

But this beautiful and elegant woman makes people want to protect her very willingly...... And in times of predicament, she helped Xue Chongxun.

After momentary hesitation, Xue Chongxun couldn't think much about it, strode forward, and stabbed the first monk head-on. Xue Chongxun held a two-handed knife, the tip of the knife was originally facing the ground, and the head on the side of his body suddenly turned the blade upwards and swung it diagonally.

He heard the sound of blades cutting through flesh, and saw blood splattering through the air.

"Phew!" The long knife that swung up slashed head-on, and there was no false hair, and it was another one. There are only two people left in front of you, and if you kill them, you can rush to the side of the screen.

Xue Chongxun shouted loudly and rushed forward quickly, the hem of the vermilion robe flew up and down, the color of blood. "Bell!" The weapons collided, the sparks burst, the tense nerves, the sharp eyes, he even saw the thin fragments of metal that were missing from the blade.

Everyone was not wearing armor, the knife cut on the body immediately saw blood, and the sound of the wind waving the weapon was more exciting and terrifying than the rapid wind when the car was flying. Xue Chongxun's knife technique is decent, but he is quick and accurate.

Put a radish on the table and chop it with a quick knife, and those who have not practiced it are really not easy to split. But Xue Chongxun is as familiar with every move and style of the horizontal knife as he is with every inch of his own woman's skin. Accurate placeholding, crisp and neat every movement.

One of the monks was stabbed twice, and blood splattered all over Xue Chongxun's face, and even splashed a little into his eyes. He squinted his eyes, and finally found the right moment to stab another monk in the heart.

At this time, the horizontal knife had no blood groove, and after stabbing in, Xue Chongxun didn't pull it out at once, so he hit it with his shoulder, kicked it sideways, and finally got the knife out. Blood was dripping from the blades, hands, arms, and plackets. Xue Chongxun wiped his face with his sleeve and ran towards Murong Yan.

Murong Yan looked at Xue Chongxun, who was covered in blood, his face was pale, his shoulders trembled, and his teeth chattered softly: "Xue Lang, are you injured?" ”

"I'm fine." Xue Chongxun said calmly. Seeing that Murong Yan was not dressed properly in a panic, one shoulder exposed her delicate skin, he reached out and gently pulled the silk on her body, covering her bare shoulders, and reached out to grab her cold little hand and walked towards the warm pavilion.

Murong Yan was at a loss, and after being caught, it was like a drowning person grasping a straw, and followed Xue Chongxun very obediently.

"Whew!" Xue Chongxun blew hard, blew out most of the candles on the lampstand, took a deep breath, and blew it again, and the light in the warm pavilion suddenly dimmed.

Suddenly, the scene of blowing out birthday candles came to his mind.

"Don't talk, relax and breathe slowly, don't make a noise." Xue Chongxun said in a low voice.

He tightly grasped Murong Yan's small hand with one hand and the hilt of the horizontal knife with the other, paying attention to the movements around him intently.

The blood in one hand was stained and slippery, and the rough hemp rope wrapped around the handle of the horizontal knife was not slippery, but the other hand was stained and slippery. In the dark, Murong Yan was afraid that she would be separated from Xue Chongxun, and her strong sense of dependence made her insert her fingers into Xue Chongxun's fingers, and her ten fingers were tightly interlocked...... Palms facing each other.

Xue Chongxun seemed to feel that there was an electric current conveying from the palm of her hand, carrying her feelings and feelings, which made people empathize. At this time, he felt that it was worth choosing to protect Murong Yan, even if Fu Lu was killed and the peace talks failed, what did it matter? After decades of life, all achievements are floating clouds, this Tang Dynasty is no longer the world in memory, every qiē is like a dream.

"With me here, don't be afraid." Xue Chongxun whispered in Murong Yan's ear.

Murong Yan obediently didn't make a sound, but slowly leaned towards Xue Chongxun to convey her mood with her body movements. One of her hands trembled and hesitantly stretched out from Xue Chongxun's waist to the back, soft and pitiful.

In the smell of blood, Xue Chongxun smelled a fragrance, and the petals between killing and violence were so behold.

He felt the warm, soft, bulging thing close to his heart, getting tighter and tighter. Murong Yan hugged Xue Chongxun by the waist, so hard that it was difficult to breathe, and her body was still trembling slightly.

After a while, the sound of fighting outside was muffled by the noise, and there were more and more people. Then the heavy rumbling of horses' hooves resounded, and it was estimated that the cavalry of the Flying Tiger Regiment stationed near the state government had come to reinforce it.

Someone outside the warm pavilion shouted: "Xue Lang! Xue Lang......"

Xue Chongxun replied, "I'm inside." Shouting and gently pushing Murong Yan away, "It's okay now, let it go, it's not good to be seen." ”

Murong Yan didn't let go immediately, but hugged her tighter, and after a while, the footsteps got closer and closer, and she let go and stood aside.

Bao Cheng, who was still wearing white pajamas, walked in with a few soldiers who were also not wearing armor carrying lanterns, and the warm pavilion suddenly lit up. Bao Cheng clenched his fists and said: "The last general is late to lead the army!" ”A