Fortunately, when Murong Qianran was still observing the camp tent, he was discovered by the patrolling soldiers, and a roar that shook the sky broke the silent night.

"There are assassins".

For a while, the military camp of the Hasaqi clan sounded with messy footsteps, and Murong Tianran shook his hand with a flying knife, stabbing the soldier named Shouting Assassin steadily and accurately, and at this time, exposing her accurate location to the enemy soldiers.

The two teams of patrols in the back rushed in the direction of Murong Qianran with scimitars in their hands, and the scimitars in front of them with cold light were already in front of them.

"Ding Dong .....", Murong Qianran suddenly acted resolutely, pulled out the short sword from his waist, and used all his strength to block the seven scimitars that were cut in unison, and took advantage of the strength of those soldiers to return to strength, half-squatted down, and with a short sword slash, the seven soldiers covered their legs and fell to the ground and howled.

The opportunity could not be missed, Murong Tianran tapped his toes lightly, jumped past the injured soldiers, but did not want to cross the five soldiers from the left, among them, a scimitar swept over with all his might, and the two teams of people behind her had already rushed over.

A battle of life and death kicked off, the blood-red eyes were illuminated by the night and torches, revealing the chill and weirdness, the enemy soldiers surrounded Murong Tanran in the center, and several scimitars were ready to attack, as if Murong Tanran would swing his knife and slash at the slightest movement.

Suddenly, the scimitar on his side moved, Murong Tianran swung the short sword at a lightning speed, and the broken arm of the soldier holding the scimitar flew horizontally into the air, blood splashed, and the smell of blood quickly spread in the air, and the enemy soldiers gasped one after another, and secretly said, the assassin in front of him was so vicious.

At this time, the bloodthirsty factor in Murong Qianran's bones began to make trouble again, his bloody eyes swept sharply, and when the enemy soldiers were stunned, they opened a killing ring, however, there were more and more enemy soldiers who came to support, but Murong Qianran was not afraid, and the short sword in his hand became more and more flexible.

"Flutter", with a bang, Murong Qianran's arm was actually stabbed by the enemy soldiers behind him, and the blood on his arm flowed, staining the white obscene clothes red, and she didn't even look at it, because she knew that this weather would soon freeze the wound.

"Captured, I think she is so familiar, especially those eyes, like the national teacher of the Xuanyuan enemy army a while ago."

In a word, it aroused the enemy soldiers, and then, the scimitar gradually retracted its edge, no longer incurring death as just now, but this also happened to give Murong Ranan a chance to breathe, she was interspersed among the enemy soldiers like flowing water, and in the snap of her fingers, one by one the heads rolled to the ground, blood flew, soaking through her night clothes, and the cold wind made her shiver.

Seeing that the fire in front of the left was brighter than this side, and the neat footsteps seemed to be broken, Murong Qianran knew that the enemy's support was coming, although she didn't pay attention to these people, but she didn't forget the purpose of coming tonight, presumably she had already alarmed the eagle and thunder at this time, if she didn't retreat quickly, she would be exhausted and die here if she wasn't killed by the enemy tonight.

With a tap of his toes, Murong jumped over a camp tent and landed, the shouts of killing behind him were connected, and the corpses in different places on his body were also connected, making people shudder and tremble.

Murong Qianran's methods, all of which used to be popular in the rivers and lakes, were all used in the five-horse corpse splitting technique, and they were miserable to see, so that the enemy soldiers who rushed to support saw their stomachs churning, and several people vomited out the dinner they had just eaten tonight.

Although she evaded the pursuit of the enemy soldiers, she was quickly discovered by them, and as a last resort, Murong Qianran had no choice but to burrow into a camp tent and hold her breath.

"Let's go, go over there and chase her, she can't run far, come with me, you go over there to intercept."

It wasn't until the footsteps and shouts were far away that Murong Tianran slowly gasped.

"Who are you"? At this time, a low voice sounded in the darkness, but it made Murong Qianran raise his vigilance again, and before he had time to think about it, he patrolled the direction of the man in the dark.

When her eyes fell on the bed on the left side, she suddenly flew into the air, and the short sword in her hand also stabbed over.

"There was a commotion, but I thought they heard it"? It was another low sentence, but it made Murong Qianran slightly stunned, and then stopped his movements and quickly stabilized his body.

She stood beside the bed, pointed at the man on the bed with a short sword, stared at the man on the bed with blood-red eyes in the dark, and said in a low voice: "Where is the camp of the eldest prince?"

Who knows, after hearing this, the man on the bed trembled slightly, and his heart suddenly felt like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and the taste flowed out, it was so bitter and unbearable, and he was silent for a moment.

Is it her? Is it really her?

Did she already know that he wasn't dead?

Impossible, how would she know? But why did she come to the barracks to find the eldest son?

That's right, he is Mohr, and before he has any memory, he called the night rain.

In the dark, Ye Yu lowered his head slightly, he didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't dare to face her, he didn't dare to face her, not only because of this ruined and extremely ugly face, but also because of his guilty heart.

"Say it quickly", Murong Tianran saw that he didn't answer for a long time, and his heart suddenly became impatient, and the short sword in his hand moved forward a little more, only less than a centimeter away from Ye Yu's neck.

"If I don't say it, your short sword will stab you"?

Murong Qianran was slightly stunned, a little unsure of what to answer, suddenly, she withdrew her short sword and stood by the bed..... The voice...... Damn, she didn't even notice just now.

This voice is somewhat similar to the voice of the eldest prince that day, but whether it is the eldest prince or not, she is not sure, her heart is flustered again, making her anxious and annoyed, I haven't seen me yet, what are you anxious about?

"Answer me".

Murong leaned and trembled slightly, this time, she could be very sure that this voice was the voice of the eldest prince last night, then, that is to say, the person in front of her was the eldest prince, of course, it could also be...... Night..... Night.... Rain?

The thoughts that had been rummaging in her mind disappeared in an instant, and Murong stood on the edge of the bed at a loss, even holding the short sword in her hand, she felt a little redundant, and what made her even more depressed was that her voice couldn't speak.

If it weren't for the short sword in her hand that suddenly landed and made a crisp sound, Murong Qianran would probably not be able to return to her senses until dawn, "Ahhh.....hh

Then, she seemed to remember something, fumbled out of her arms in a panic, and finally, touched the fire fold, she couldn't wait to open the lid, but heard the man on the bed speak.

"If you don't want to attract soldiers, don't light it, I have never lit a candle here in the middle of the night."

"Bang...", Murong was stunned, the fire fold almost fell to the ground, she held the fire fold in her hand, her blood-red eyes looked at the man on the bed with expectation, and just as she was about to open her mouth to ask, she heard a familiar voice outside the camp tent.