She looked like an elegant, thin scholar, and the two Assassins didn't take her seriously at all.

One of the assassins strode towards her, the knife in his hand was about to fall on her, but he didn't want her to look like a ghost, he stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, jumped up and stepped on one of the assassins, and kicked the assassin who was about to cut her in the face, and the assassin who was kicked flew straight out and slammed into the tree.

The assassin who was borrowed also couldn't stand on his feet and fell to the ground, he quickly got up again, his shocked eyes fell on Shen Chen, but he still gritted his teeth and picked up the knife and slashed at Shen Chen, Shen Chen grabbed his hand holding the knife, twisted it hard and made a clicking sound, grabbed the knife with his backhand and slashed horizontally, blood splashed on her face.

She carried a knife to finish off the unconscious bandit who had fallen to the ground, and pulled out the rags and handkerchiefs in her baggage to wipe the blood from her face.

She still had a gentle smile on her face, as if she had just completed a beautiful ink painting instead of killing someone.

Shen Chen looked at the donkey brother who had died of anger, and felt extremely sorry.

He groped for the dead assassin with hope, but he didn't find a single one.

The smile on Shen Chen's face froze.

She looked disdainfully at the corpses of the two assassins: "Poor ghost. ”

When they fought just now, they found that the martial arts of these two assassins were not low, if it weren't for her being more powerful, they would have died under the swords of the two of them.

I don't know if the caravan besieged by hundreds of people is dead, but it should have brought a lot of money.

Maybe she can pick up a leak in the past now.

Shen Chen picked up the long sword of one of the assassins, held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and walked towards the caravan with a small song.

Sure enough, the people in the caravan were almost dead, and only the man in black and a few people were still stubbornly resisting.

They kept the sickly pale boy behind them, and the group of Assassins seemed to be targeting him as well.

Shen Chen hid in the tree, quietly waiting for the snipe and clam to fight, so that she could sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

She was a good person, and although she was poor, she never dared to rob such a thing.

When they all die, the money is ownerless, and she picks it up, and it's hers.

There were still more than twenty Assassins left, and soon, the peace was broken, and the Assassins attacked again, and the remaining few people escorted the man back.

Fighting, it actually hit under the tree where she was.

On this side of the caravan, except for the sick and beautiful man and the man in black, all the troops have been wiped out, and the man in black has been stabbed in the left shoulder, but the sword in his hand is still waving.

There were only five or six assassins left, and Shen Chen folded his hands to count the number of people, wondering how long these two people could hold out.

But I never expected it.

It's not enough for them to fight under the tree.

The man in black jumped and sent his precious master to the tree, where he continued to guard him from the other Assassins.

Fortunately, she was not on the same branch as them, and was covered by dense leaves, otherwise it would be embarrassing for the two of them to stand on the same tree with big eyes and small eyes.

The man in black didn't know what to think.

His sick beauty master doesn't know martial arts at first glance, even if he and the assassins under the tree are all wiped out, how can he, the master, go down at that time.

She wanted to laugh at the thought of a noble and beautiful young man crawling down the tree like a monkey, hunched over and pouting.

Just when she couldn't help laughing, the young man standing on the tree suddenly raised his head, and his cold gaze crashed into Shen Chen's pitch-black fox pupils.

In the first time he looked at her.

Shen Chen found that his luck shrouded in bad luck and black qi gradually dissipated, and the purple gold qi coiled behind him and gradually formed a not very condensed dragon shape.

Yo, he's still a master with great luck.

Shen Chen suddenly remembered that in the plot, the little emperor of Xuanguo was assassinated during the northern tour and died on the way back to Beijing.

And after his death, the eldest princess's incompetent brother ascended to the throne, and since then the lives of the people have been miserable, hastening the demise of the Chu State.

This gave the male protagonist the opportunity to take his place.

The luck of a small world is limited, one or the other, when he dies, the imperial qi in his body will be transferred to the male protagonist.

Shen Chen looked at the man in front of him and suddenly grinned at him.

Instead of cheapening the male protagonist, it's better to cheapen her.

Shen Chen carried the sword and kicked away the sword that was about to pierce the man in black, and in a flash of cold light, the head of the assassin Xiang fell to the ground abruptly, and with her joining, the man in black swallowed the salty blood in his mouth.

It was the poor scholar who rode a donkey.

I didn't expect that his martial arts were so strong, whether he was friend or foe, would he hurt His Majesty, but before he could continue to think, he fainted.

As he fell unconscious, the last assassin fell to the ground, and the elegant scholar held a long sword in his hand, and the piercing red light soaked the earth drop by drop with silver light.

Shen Chen stepped forward to probe the snort of the man in black, he was still alive, but he was almost dead, his body was stabbed, and it could be regarded as a medical miracle to be able to hold on to the world for so long.

He raised his head and smiled and shouted to the sick beauty in the tree, "Brother, why do you come down?" ”

"Why don't you jump down and I'll pick you up?"

Whoosh, several figures came out of the surrounding trees and brought the sick beauty down from the trees.

His cold gaze fell on the assassin on the ground, and his cold voice was like broken jade: "Go and see if there is any living mouth." ”

"Yes, master." The Dark Guards scattered and began to check if the Assassin still had breath.

Shen Chen smiled and glanced at the black-clothed guards on the ground who were dying to protect the young man, this emperor is quite a dog, the guards on the bright side are all dead, and there is no need to secretly guard.

Why is it used now?

Dead people, only in front of the dead will the secret guard appear unscrupulously.

The sick beauty looked at her as if she were looking at a dead man.

Shen Chen hooked his lips, no wonder he had a short life, it turned out to be a bastard who would take revenge.

But he didn't want to, as soon as his secret guard touched the dead assassins, the assassins' bodies suddenly began to swell, making a terrifying explosion.

At the last moment, Shen Chen grabbed the collar and picked up the sick beauty, and shouted before everyone could react: "Run!" ”。

The toes are forced, and the strength to feed quickly escapes.

I saw a rumbling explosion resounding in the sky, and the forest had just been on fire.

It turned out that the little emperor did not die from those assassinations, but from the suicide bombs on the assassins.

It's really vicious.

There are people in this small world who refine human bombs, and this method of making bombs out of flesh and blood is extremely vicious, and the success rate is extremely low.

Within half an hour of their death, their flesh and blood would quickly dissolve, and a large amount of flammable and explosive gas would travel through their bodies, and those assassins would wear flammable objects with them, and after the assassins died, the blood would no longer flow, and suicide bombs would begin to form.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of assassins came, and it seems that the people behind it really wanted to kill him.

The sick beauty choked on the smoke and coughed, and he raised his sleeve to cover his lips, and the dark cuffs were dyed a little dark.

Even if all the guards and secret guards around him died, his gaze was so calm.

Shen Chen threw him aside and looked at the forest where the fire was raging, her bread and donkey.

Her donkey meat was burned.