Lin Yanqing quickly retreated and reminded loudly.

Although I don't know who he is, but he just healed his master, and he can't die without help.

Soon, though, she felt like she was overwhelmed.

I saw that the man in black didn't even turn his head, he casually pulled out the sword at his waist, and with a backhand, he completely blocked the tip of the sword that was attacking him, which was extremely easy.

Then he turned around slowly, glancing at the five masked assassins who had been knocked back a few steps, his expression unmoved.

His reaction told her that he didn't seem surprised by the assassination, or rather—he was used to it.

He didn't ask who had sent them, as if he didn't care.

The five assassins were on standby, not daring to move any more easily, knowing that this time the target was the assassin.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and Lin Yanqing leaned against the wall and didn't dare to take it lightly.

Because she didn't know if they would react and take her hostage, and she didn't know if she was really caught by these assassins, the cold-faced man in black would save her.

Fortunately, they seem to be very professional, and they will only attack the mission target, and they do not choose the indiscriminate means of 'taking hostages'.

"His old injury hasn't healed, and he won't last long, let's go!"

One of the Assassins knew there was no need to waste time, so the five attacked again.

The collision of weapons was especially loud in the silent alley.

However, the narrow alley was not conducive to the use of long weapons, and the situation gradually became scorching as the men in black and the five assassins were all restrained.

But even in such an unfavorable situation, the man in black remained calm and indifferent, waving the sword in his hand.

Gradually, Lin Yanqing saw that something was wrong.

While the Assassin didn't hurt the Man in Black, the Man in Black didn't take advantage of it either—he was just defending.

Perhaps, he is looking for a flaw?

At this moment, one of the assassins discarded his long sword, pulled out a short dagger from his waist, and quickly approached the man in black.

A short and powerful dagger is obviously better suited for fighting in a small space than a sword.

After a while, Lin Yanqing saw that the man in black was a little powerless, the speed of the backblock slowed down, and the movement of the right hand holding the sword was also sluggish.

His defense gradually became struggling, and his cold and grim face sank.

He was wounded.

"Quick! He couldn't hold on! ”

Apparently, the Assassins saw it as well.

The attack of the five people became more and more fierce, and the man in black made a cut on his body if he was careless.

The scorching blood flowed out and soaked the clothes, and the black armor was bloodless, and the wounds seemed to be wet with rain.

Lin Yanqing frowned, it can't go on like this.

Even if he was able to escape with his superb light skills, he would be seriously injured and could have died of blood loss.

She put her hand on her waist and wondered if she could help him.

"Wei Jing! Suffer death—"

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Lin Yanqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were full of consternation.

Wei Jing?

Is he Wei Jing?

In fact, she was not familiar with this name, but she had occasionally heard Qi Li mention it in her previous life.

Wei Jing, the elder brother of the current saint, but he is not even a king, and he is not even the emperor's surname. And it is such a person, but he holds great power, one person is above ten thousand people, and he is feared by the people and feared by the officials.

She had heard of his name, the commander of the Hidden Dragon Guard, who had the right to supervise hundreds of officials and inspect places, and could cut first and then play.

Because he is elusive and does not often appear in the palace, few people have seen him, so he is called a cold-faced Rakshasa in private.

Lin Yanqing hadn't met him in his previous life, and she was supposed to visit after her wedding to Qi Li, but in the end, she didn't have this opportunity.

And now, she actually crossed paths with him in this situation.

In her first life, it seems that many things have changed, and maybe she can really change the previous ending.

"Whew-"

The blades of the swords collided, making a piercing sound.

Her eyes lit up, and she saw Wei Jing's sword held horizontally against his chest, and the assassin's dagger had sunk into his chest.

Not good!

She no longer hesitated, pulled out a small paper bag from her waist, and ran forward quickly, her hand in the air.

The night breeze blew, and white powder fluttered, enveloping the Assassins like a cloud of five.

"Ahem—"

"Hold your breath!"

"It's the woman!"

Maybe they were too light on the enemy, or maybe Lin Yanqing didn't look like a threat, and the poison went very smoothly.

After just three breaths, all five assassins fell to the ground with purple faces.

The weapon was out of his hands and lifeless.

"Eat it."

Lin Yanqing was very confident in his poison, ignoring the five corpses that had been resolved, and fed a small pill in his hand to his mouth.

Wei Jing, who was already a little unwell, did not hesitate at all, opened her mouth and swallowed her hand.

Slightly cool lips crossed her palm, a little itchy.

"Follow me."

She glanced at the dagger wound in his chest and was about to help him into the infirmary.

"Do you know who I am, and save me?"

Wei Jing lowered his head, his gaze slightly scrutinizing.

"I am a healer, and a healer is benevolent, how can I see death without saving."

Lin Yanqing returned exactly what he had said when he forced her to detoxify just now.

Wei Jing choked and didn't say anything.

He looked at the five corpses lying on the ground, and his eyes flashed with interest.

Healers, it turns out that they can still kill.

When Lin Yanqing helped Wei Jing into the hospital, Fusheng was seeing off the last patient and preparing to close the store.

"Master, how do you ......?"

He was shocked, didn't the master go back? How did you come back with a seriously injured man?

"Go and prepare the gauze and stitch the needle."

"Yes."

Knowing that this person was seriously injured, Fusheng did not delay and immediately went to prepare the things to be used.

Wei Jing was silent, and when he heard the word 'stitching', he raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Lin Yanqing helped him into the inner room and asked him to sit down on the couch.

Fusheng quickly came in with something, and she picked up the scissors on the end plate and burned them on the candle flame for a while, cutting through the clothes around the wound on his left chest.

"The wound is not deep."

Fortunately, if I hadn't seen him block it with his sword just now, the dagger would have stabbed it directly, and even Da Luo Jinxian wouldn't have come back at that time.

After knowing the severity of the wound, Lin Yanqing's brows relaxed.

"Take off your clothes, the wound needs to be stitched."

It's not deep, but it can't be simply bandaged.

When Wei Jing heard this, he unfastened his belt with his uninjured left hand and loosened the ties of his robe, but it was a little difficult to take it off.

The sleeve is stuck at the elbow, up or down.

He didn't move, just stared at Lin Yanqing for a moment, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Is this for her to help him take it off?

"Fusheng,"

Although she had taken off a man's clothes when she was treating a seriously injured comatose patient before, this was not the most urgent situation, and she did not need to do it herself.

"Take off his shirt and watch the wound."

"Yes, master."

Fusheng received the order, and quickly helped Wei Jing take off his outer robe and middle coat, and carefully untied the inner lining.

"Master, it's all right."