The Assassin Leader sneered, and the blade moved closer to Qingjiu's snow-white neck.

"Hua Wuyan, if you don't want to see this woman's corpse, let your people lay down their weapons and take a step back!!"

The leader of the assassins sneered, and the cold blade slashed lightly towards the woman's snow-white neck, and a small bloody mouth instantly appeared on the skin that could be broken by blowing a bullet, and a faint smell of blood came from the air.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Without hesitation, the man threw the long sword in his hand to the ground and took a big step back, and everyone threw their weapons on the ground and took a step back.

Qingjiu used his peripheral vision to peek at the assassin beside him, and while everyone was not paying attention, his hand was under the cover of the wide cuffs, and secretly took out the poison needle sewn into the clothing.

The assassin walked backwards to the back door of the palace, and seeing that Qingjiu had no use value, the leader of the man in black actually pushed her forward and raised his long sword to tear the ticket, the accident happened at that moment, the woman turned around and dodged lightly, and at the same time, three poisonous needles flew out of the woman's cuffs and stabbed the eyes of the leader of the man in black.

"Ah!!h

A stream of red blood rushed out of the air, and the man in black covered his bleeding eyes and retreated to the rear screaming. In the midst of the chaos, countless long swords stabbed at Qingjiu,

She dodged a wave of attacks, but the enemy was too numerous to deal with, and it was quite difficult to deal with it.

Seeing that the sharp blade with a cold glow was about to stab at her heart, Qingjiu couldn't dodge, so he closed his eyes in a hurry and subconsciously blocked his heart with his hands.

The expected pain did not come, but a dazzling red dress appeared in front of her, and Hua Wuyan teleported in front of her, standing with his back to her, the knobby hand was clutching the blade that was about to fall, blood flowed out from the gap, and the hand was cut, but Hua Wuyan held the blade without blinking his eyes.

Immediately, the man kicked the man in black with the blade to the ground, snatched the blade from the man's hand, and stabbed the man in the heart.

The man on the ground twitched a few times, and then there was no more sound. The guards soon stepped forward, and the rest of the men in black were all executed, and a night attack ended here.

"Dispose of the body. ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!"

The man in red lowered his voice, and as soon as he dropped the sword in his hand, he took the woman's hand and returned to the bedroom to sit down.

"You're hurt. Qingjiu raised Hua Wuyan's injured hand, frowned and bit his lip and said, "I'll bandage you." ”

With that, she rummaged through the cabinet next to her and took out a roll of gauze and an ointment. Qingjiu picked up the man's bony right hand, carefully cleaned the wound, smeared the ointment, and then bandaged it with gauze.

The whole time, Hua Wuyan stared at Qingjiu's cheeks and watched her say nothing.

"I almost forgot, you also sent lotus soup tonight, even if it's cold, you can drink it. ”

After the wound was treated, Hua Wuyan picked up the porcelain bowl on the case with his uninjured left hand, watching the porcelain bowl get closer and closer to the man's lips, Qingjiu bit his lip and pinched the corner of his clothes, the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

As long as he drank that bowl of soup, she could be reborn, and she could shuttle freely between the six tribes, and no longer have to live alone in the valley. No more having to endure the loneliness of day after day.

However, looking at the man's well-defined face, some bits and pieces of the two getting along with each other came to her mind. Those memories are the happiest times in the three hundred years since she was born, he accompanied her to get drunk, he took off his coat to protect her from the cold, and even today, he is injured by his sword for her....

No, she can't let him die in her own hands!

Moments before the man was about to drink the soup, Qingjiu stepped forward and knocked the blue and white porcelain bowl to the ground.

"Bang!" the sound of broken porcelain sounded, and the soup that had already been cold spilled on the floor, and the floor of the bedroom was in a mess.

As if realizing that her behavior was inappropriate, she didn't dare to look at him, and bent down in a panic to pick up the pieces, but her hand was accidentally cut, and the man saw this and hurriedly squatted down to hold her fingers, with a worried look on his face: "Fortunately, there is no blood, does it hurt?"

He stood up, picked up the ointment, and carefully applied it to her fingertips.

"It's okay, it won't hurt for a while, don't be afraid. ”

He gently held her hand, in order to alleviate her pain, he also gently blew on the wound, Qingjiu looked at the man's nervous appearance, the tip of his nose was inexplicably sour, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and said with red eyes: "Lord Wang, you don't have to treat me like this." I... It's not worth it. ”

The man wiped the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes with his hand. He smiled and said in an extremely gentle tone, "If I say you're worth it, you're worth it." ”

But the woman knocked his hand off heavily, stood up and yelled at him with a crying voice: "Hua Wuyan, are you an idiot, you don't have to do this at all, because I am also an assassin who came to kill you!!"

Hua Wuyan didn't expect her to say this so bluntly, and she was stunned for a while.

The woman's chest rose and fell violently, she lowered her head, covered her face and cried, at this time, a pair of powerful hands wrapped around her slender waist, Hua Wuyan's embrace was very warm, Qingjiu did not break free, but cried louder, the silent palace, the woman's crying was particularly obvious, and the people in the house heard the sound of Qingjiu, for fear of hearing something that should not be heard, and hurriedly covered his ears in the quilt.

"Wine, real idiot, it's you. He lifted her chin so that she could meet his own. The woman looked at him with teary eyes, and Hua Wuyan sighed: "I have never blamed you for forgetting the past, but in the future, don't say these words in the palace, the wall has ears." ”

Qingjiu sniffed, his eyes were hazy, and he was puzzled: "What happened to the past, but I have never seen ..... before"

The unfinished words were sealed by Hua Wuyan's gentle kiss, and in an instant, Qingjiu's brain exploded, her eyes widened, and she watched him approach the long eyelashes that were slightly closed and trembling in vain, and her heart beat suddenly, and she forgot to push him away.

His kiss was long, soft, deep and shallow, tangled between her teeth. One hand rested lightly on the back of her head, and the other wrapped lightly around her waist.

This was the first time Qingjiu had kissed someone, and her wood-like pestle was there, motionless for a long time.

The gentle kiss faded out, and Hua Wuyan's chin rested on her forehead, hugging her tightly into her arms again.

"Jiujiu, promise me not to leave me again, okay?"

"I ......."

"Lord Wang, my subordinates have an urgent report!"

There was an anxious knock on the door outside the house, and Qingjiu reacted violently and broke free from Hua Wuyan's embrace, opened the door and glanced at the visitor with a red face, and then fled quickly.

Seeing that the people had gone away, Hua Wuyan looked a little annoyed and said, "Come in!"

Wang Yuanping saw that he had ruined the good deeds of the prince, and secretly screamed in his heart. His face was terrified, and he knelt down on one knee and hugged his fists and said, "Lord Wang, the assassin's corpse has been completely disposed of, is the Spirit Clan going to be completely wiped out?"