Ah Heng said that Xiao Hehe belongs to her alone, and no one can touch her!
Mu Yunhe clutched his chest, writhing in a dull, throbbing pain, a searing agony spreading throughout his body. Blood gushed from his mouth; he tried to stop it, but to no avail. His body swayed precariously, yet a breathtakingly beautiful smile graced his face. 16007799
Even if this stab doesn't kill the King, it will greatly weaken his fighting power, making it more likely that the assassins will kill him soon!
"You're courting death!" The King stared in disbelief at the knife in his shoulder. He had almost lost his life because of a beautiful woman?! And he had been seriously injured?! The King suddenly looked up and roared at Mu Yunhe, but then suddenly froze in shock!
He was seriously injured but hadn't even coughed up blood yet, so how come Mu Yunhe, who seemed perfectly fine, was spitting out blood? Suddenly, the King's expression changed; it was his internal energy from just now!
Wang Huidao panicked. It must have been the protective energy that injured Mu Yunhe! The protective energy that he had dissipated in time might not have been harmful to others, but for the frail Mu Yunhe, even a trace of it could have been fatal!
"You..." King Shi was about to step forward when a bloody killing intent came from behind him. King Shi turned around and saw that an assassin had rushed in. King Shi's figure flashed and he immediately rushed forward.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the King tore the assassin to pieces!
The stench of blood quickly filled the air, and the assassin's body lay scattered inside and outside the carriage. The king, however, was untouched by blood. The ruthless king had vented his pent-up rage on this man.
The King turned to look at Mu Yunhe, his gaze dark and dangerous. He slowly pulled the dagger from his shoulder blade, then threw it at Mu Yunhe, the blood trailing in the air, casting a crimson hue on the King's cold voice: "Use that dagger to protect yourself. If you die, I will tear Luo Zhiheng apart alive!"
With a flick of his sleeve, the king's magnificent robe stirred up a chilling aura within the carriage, and he charged out like a raging storm.
Mu Yunhe collapsed in the corner of the carriage, a bloodstained dagger lying in front of him. Blood dripped from his mouth, his whole body ached as if it were being torn apart, and even breathing was difficult. He longed to fall asleep, but he feared that if he closed his eyes, he would never wake up again, and his Aheng would suffer the same fate as that person.
"Aheng, Aheng..." As soon as Mu Yunhe opened his mouth, more blood gushed out uncontrollably. The blood was not red, but black, jet black, falling onto the soft couch and staining the expensive animal fur red, gradually brewing into a patch of jet black blood-red rose.
He could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the soft couch, his face turned toward the doorway, his eyes filled with intense fear and resentment. He was terrified that he wouldn't be able to hold on. That man was too cruel. He was even worried that the Prince would really tear his Ah Heng apart alive! But it was so painful. He was about to give up. His heart ached, his eyes felt heavy, and everything went dark.
Ah Heng, run away quickly...
Outside, a fierce battle raged. The sounds of高手对决 (masters clashing) were interspersed with terrifying explosions, along with women's screams and cries for help. Mu Yunhe couldn't hear clearly, but he tried his best to hear even a little more. Could it be his Aheng? No, it couldn't be! Aheng was stubborn; she would rather die standing than kneel and beg for mercy!
Just when Mu Yunhe was about to give up, he suddenly heard that familiar and beloved voice: "Mu Yunhe!"
The voice was no longer calm and composed, nor playful and narcissistic, and it no longer had the ferocity and ruthlessness of anger. The voice was anxious and frightened, and it even sounded like it was crying.
Did his Ah Heng cry?
Mu Yunhe wearily and laboriously opened his heavy eyelids a little. His vision was blurry and chaotic. There seemed to be people fighting non-stop. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation on his face, and his vision turned crimson!
Blood, fresh blood! Whose blood is it?
Second update! No extra chapter today, but I'll do it tomorrow. I'm really sorry everyone, it's been so long since I wrote one; I've been so busy lately. Love you all! Please vote, leave comments, and give me monthly tickets! Extra chapters are in your hands, my darlings! Throw them your votes and let's unleash my passion and motivation! *kisses*
188 kills! The tide has turned! A self-inflicted wound!
Updated: 2013-07-19 11:46:56 Word Count: 7820
Night Raid!
The ambush was far more intense than the previous one! In terms of strength, attack, and numbers, it had more than doubled! A merciless slaughter unfolded fiercely under the cover of night, with a barrage of arrows raining down. The people on the ground fought back desperately, but casualties still occurred.
The king's male favorites all came out and once again demonstrated their astonishing fighting prowess.
Without a word, Luo Zhiheng rushed towards the Prince's carriage. Where Mu Yunhe was, she had to be there too. Her wet nurse escorted her all the way. Swords and blades had no eyes, and wherever they passed, there was fierce fighting and slaughter. Blood flowed all over the ground, blooming eerily with a deep crimson color.
Luo Zhiheng ran wildly, with her wet nurse Qi Wan protecting her. She had a smooth journey, leaving all obstacles to her. But just as she reached the carriage, a large group of assassins rushed over. Xiao Xizi stood in front of the carriage, brandishing a bloodstained long knife he had picked up from the ground, panting and howling.
The horrific scene nearly made Luo Zhiheng's heart leap into her throat. She rushed over, her cane no longer concealed, and her dagger unsheathed. In a flash of silver light, with a whoosh, the assassin's head and back were cleaved open by the fierce and sharp dagger!
With a loud thud, the assassin collapsed to the ground. Luo Zhiheng finally saw Xiao Xizi, who had been blocked, face to face. Xiao Xizi was covered in blood, panting heavily and on high alert. The moment he saw Luo Zhiheng, Xiao Xizi gave her a silly grin, then suddenly knelt down and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Luo Zhiheng stepped over the corpse and walked to Xiao Xizi's side, patting him lightly on the back: "Well done, thanks."
"This servant...it's what I should do." Xiao Xizi grinned, but his eyes were filled with deep panic. Xiao Xizi had lived a life of luxury in the Prince's mansion, and such a bloody scene was indeed not suitable for him.
Luo Zhiheng handed Xiao Xizi to Qi Wan and jumped onto the carriage, but suddenly an assassin rushed out from the side and slashed down hard on Luo Zhiheng's head with a knife!
Luo Zhiheng, with her eyes and ears open, dodged with lightning speed. Her hand drew a sharp arc in the air as she slashed at the assassin. She didn't kill him with one strike, but she severed his arm. The sharp blade was the most domineering blade in the world, its edge fully exposed, capable of taking a life with just its sharpness!
Luo Zhiheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, the kind of savagery and ferocity unique to bandits. She would never show mercy to her enemies and would leave no survivors if possible!
Without saying a word, she stabbed the man in the chest, and scalding blood gushed out like flowers blooming, spraying everywhere!
Luo Zhiheng quickly turned around and rushed into the carriage. The messy carriage and the people and scene lying on the soft couch made Luo Zhiheng's scalp tingle with shock!
"Mu Yunhe!!" It was a cry of shock and despair. Luo Zhiheng's eyes turned red in an instant, stained with the blood from Mu Yunhe's mouth.
She practically lunged forward, staggering to Mu Yunhe's side, her hands trembling as she unsure whether to touch him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ah, Heng?" Mu Yunhe's vision was filled with crimson. He could not see the person in front of him clearly, but he knew that Ah Heng had come! He frowned in pain, stiffly raised his head slightly, and despite his efforts, he still could not see the person in front of him clearly.
"It's me! Yunhe, I'm here. I'm sorry I'm late. I shouldn't have let you come to see the King alone. I'm sorry. Don't scare me. I don't want anything to happen to you. You can't leave me..." Luo Zhiheng's tears fell instantly. She carefully hugged Mu Yunhe's head and cried in fear.
The woman who was just moments ago ruthless and cold-blooded was now crying like a child. 156.
Mu Yunhe was unable to speak at this moment. He was held in Luo Zhiheng's arms, feeling her warm body temperature and fragrance. Mu Yunhe felt that he could die in Aheng's arms and die with a smile.
"Don't cry, don't cry..." He managed to utter these words with difficulty; saying another word would be a luxury. Mu Yunhe tried his best to open his eyes and look at her. Her cries were more painful than if he had actually been stabbed. He hated his own powerlessness, but he had no other choice. Perhaps this was their fate, destined to come to this.
"Is it them? Is it that damned beast?" Luo Zhiheng's eyes flashed with a ferocity like a wild beast as she roared coldly, seemingly devoid of reason.
Mu Yunhe wanted to shake his head, but he didn't even have the strength to do so. He wanted to tell Luo Zhiheng that he had calculated that the assassins would launch a surprise attack tonight, but he deliberately told Luo Zhiheng that it would be tomorrow so that the Prince would not be on guard. He wanted to tell Luo Zhiheng to leave quickly, not to worry about him, and not to stay, but he couldn't say a word. He was anxious but completely helpless.
"It must be them! Those damned beasts!" Luo Zhiheng was convinced that the people who seriously injured Mu Yunhe were the group of assassins. She was so angry that she trembled all over. A wave of despair washed over her, making her lose all reason and leaving her with nothing but resentment and panic!
"Seven Bowls! You guard the carriage door and don't allow anyone to come in and hurt Mu Yunhe!" Luo Zhiheng carefully put Mu Yunhe down. She was going to find Madam Huoyun to treat Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe was in too much danger now, and she couldn't accept that Mu Yunhe would die like this.
Qi Wan dragged Xiao Xizi into the carriage as well. She herself stood in front of the carriage door like an insurmountable peak. All the assassins who came would die under Qi Wan's hard and fierce fists!
Lady Huoyun was in the caravan; she had been ordered to accompany the king. However, Mu Yunhe had consistently refused her medical treatment, so she had not shown herself.
Once Luo Zhiheng drew her dagger, she didn't put it back. She slashed her way through the enemy lines. Although the assassins were skilled, Luo Zhiheng was no slouch either. Although she didn't know those unorthodox ways of flying over rooftops, she hadn't been a bandit for nothing after all these years. Moreover, she had a sharp sword in her hand. Compared to her, a group of assassins were slightly inferior!
Luo Zhiheng vented all her anger on the assassin. She practically stepped over corpses as she came, blood flowing everywhere and covering her body. Every corpse that fell was cleaved in two by Luo Zhiheng's sharp sword. Some were decapitated, some were dismembered. In short, not a single corpse under Luo Zhiheng's sword was intact!
She was like a rapidly rising whirlwind, carrying an incomparably sharp aura and soaring rage, sweeping all in her path, her killing intent and sword energy mingling together, perfectly demonstrating the meaning of the word "brutal"!
She was like a bloodthirsty demon, her eyes bloodshot, her whole body stained with blood. The strong smell of blood and the fierce light shining from her eyes were all shocking and chilling!
The assassins noticed her, and finally some of them were able to break away and attack Luo Zhiheng together.
Luo Zhiheng accepted all comers without hesitation. She stopped with a sinister grin, looking at the assassins coming from all directions. Suddenly, she slashed her dagger 180 degrees in front of her, the sharp blade sweeping across a bright curve like a white light.
Boom boom boom!
After a loud explosion, a crack appeared in the ground in front of Luo Zhiheng! The crack wasn't deep, but it was enough to show the immense power of that sharp knife!
The assassins stopped involuntarily, and then charged forward menacingly!
Not only was Luo Zhiheng unafraid, but she also excitedly licked her lips. With a roar, she neither retreated nor dodged, unleashing a chilling aura from her dagger. She charged towards the assassin at the forefront, slashing down fiercely. The assassin tried to block with his own blade, but with a clang, Luo Zhiheng's dagger cleaved through the long sword. Her speed didn't decrease but increased, actually slashing down even more violently, cleanly killing the man from head to waist in one strike!
Time seemed to stand still and freeze in that instant!
The other assassins who wanted to kill Luo Zhiheng stared in disbelief at their companion, who was still in the same fighting stance as before. However, a straight line ran from his head to his lower abdomen. Then, with a whoosh, Luo Zhiheng suddenly withdrew her dagger, and the assassin almost fell from top to bottom as his body split in two, falling to both sides!
Not a drop of blood was seen from Luo Zhiheng's knife!
What a sharp knife! What a ruthless woman! What vicious tactics!
Even the assassins were stunned by the powerful and ruthless killing intent emanating from Luo Zhiheng! Luo Zhiheng seemed to be telling and mocking the assassins with her actions, "You may be ruthless, but I'm even more ruthless than you!"
Tonight is a night to fight to the death; tonight, those who don't fight will die! Luo Zhiheng wants to live, and she wants her little Hehe to live! Anyone who dares to stop her will be killed without mercy!!
A cold night wind blew, carrying with it the warm, pungent smell of blood—the blood of the assassins' comrades. Luo Zhiheng's gaze swept over the assassins before her, her sinister eyes filled with ruthless killing intent. The assassins felt their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end!
"You all deserve to die for hurting my man!" Her hoarse voice had lost its original melodious beauty. The slender, finger-thick dagger she wielded suddenly produced a dazzling display of swordplay, blinding everyone. Then, with a few swishes, the assassins, without even a groan, all fell to the ground, blood flowing from their necks, their necks no longer able to connect!
This move was a killer technique taught to Luo Zhiheng by her foreign teacher. It was ruthless, vicious, and could confuse and deceive the enemy! It was so useful that Luo Zhiheng was speechless.
With a few thuds, the King in front repelled a top expert. The King, who had been serious, couldn't help but flirtatiously wink at Luo Zhiheng: "Not bad, I was right to have a discerning eye. I knew you weren't a good-for-nothing, but tonight it seems you're not only not a good-for-nothing, but also a good fighter."
The Prince was undeniably ruthless. His words contained a hint of praise, but also an intention to weaken his male concubines' resolve. The assassins had also noticed Luo Zhiheng's unusual presence, and the Prince's words spurred even more assassins to rush towards her. The Prince harbored anger, but Mu Yunhe had already been injured, and he didn't want to truly kill him. So, he decided to let Luo Zhiheng bear the brunt of his excess anger. In any case, it seemed that Luo Zhiheng was more than capable of protecting herself, with her wet nurse providing protection, while his concubines all appeared exhausted.
Luo Zhiheng gave the Prince a sharp look and said, "Summon Lady Huoyun out!"
She only wants Lady Huoyun; now, only this woman with superb medical skills might be able to save Mu Yunhe. Lady Huoyun will definitely listen to the King's words.
The King coldly raised an eyebrow and said, "You two are indeed a perfect couple; even your way of speaking is so annoying!"
The Prince now loathed Luo Zhiheng. He, the renowned Prince, had been humiliated for the first time by a woman, tricked and held to his throat by Luo Zhiheng. The second time, he had been stabbed by this same woman's husband. Were these two his nemesis? He had made two mistakes and lost face because of them!
"I don't have time to waste with you. If Mu Yunhe dies, you won't get what you want. I won't help a murderer who killed my husband!" Luo Zhiheng's eyebrows were stained with blood, but her small face had a bewitching and stunning beauty under the moonlight. However, her cold and resolute voice was filled with powerful rage and ferocity.
"You're threatening me?" The King sneered, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
Luo Zhiheng readily admitted, "Yes! If you don't save Mu Yunhe, don't expect me to help you get it..."
"Enough! I will do as you say!" The King suddenly interrupted her. He couldn't let irrelevant people know what he wanted to do, and he couldn't let others know that the prizes of this competition included the Hundred-Year Golden Toad Pearl, a treasure of the world. Otherwise, it was inevitable that other forces would come to compete for it.
"But remember this, you owe me another favor." The Prince was utterly shameless. He clearly didn't want Mu Yunhe to die, he was the one who hurt Mu Yunhe, but he refused to admit it. He wanted to torment these two people; he simply couldn't stand them. If Mu Yunhe weren't so attractive, the Prince wouldn't be so extreme. The killing squad numbered even higher.
But Mu Yunhe's appearance was simply too pleasing to the eye, and he was likable. However, Mu Yunhe belonged to Luo Zhiheng. The King had one good point: he loved beauty, and was even willing to forcibly seize and possess beautiful women, but he would never take another man's beauty! No matter how beautiful a man was, he wouldn't want him if he had been with him or was already married.
This principle of not taking what belongs to others is so similar to Luo Zhiheng's. They just don't know it.
Luo Zhiheng was overjoyed and didn't care about the king taking advantage of the situation, as long as Mu Yunhe was alright.
However, the sounds of fighting suddenly stopped abruptly with a cold, sinister voice: "Stop!"
King Shi and Luo Zhiheng looked at the person who had spoken. He was one of the top experts in the sneak attack, and he was the one who had just fought against King Shi.
Standing opposite the King, his gaze fell on Luo Zhiheng. Suddenly, he said to the King, "Our purpose in coming here is not for the King, but for Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng! We were unaware that the King had a cooperative relationship with them. If we had known earlier, we would not have disturbed the King's presence!"
These words shocked and bewildered everyone!
Luo Zhiheng's expression changed drastically in an instant! This group of people had actually come for them? Both attacks were aimed at them with deadly intent; if they were coming for them, they must be enemies. But she never expected things to turn out this way! This person dared to openly reveal their purpose and seemed unafraid of the King; this group must have a very powerful background.
Their desire for Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng clearly indicates ill intentions. The Prince is currently the most unfathomable person in the group. If the Prince really abandons Luo Zhiheng and the others, their chances of survival today are slim!
Luo Zhiheng's heart immediately went into overdrive, and she looked at the group of people with vigilance and caution.
The king was also shocked for a moment, then he laughed angrily and said, "So you don't take me seriously at all? You dare to attack me without knowing what happened. Is my life and death so cheap in your eyes? And now you speak so bluntly. You are really arrogant."
The King's words weren't the main point. The top expert calmly said, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. Since Your Majesty and Luo Zhiheng have a cooperative relationship, please hand over Mu Yunhe and the others to us. We don't need to fight anymore. This matter has nothing to do with Your Majesty, and you don't need to get involved. If Your Majesty wants to do anything, you can tell us, and we will help you accomplish it as an apology to Your Majesty."
Between the lines, it's clear he truly doesn't take the King seriously. His arrogance is utterly ridiculous, laughable, or perhaps it stems from ignorance?