Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 268

"Whoosh!" The arrow flew past overhead, the straps snapped, and hair fell out.

"Giddy up! --" I don't care! As long as I can see Wu Hui! I don't mind if you kill me. Even if it means my death, he must never marry!

"drive!--"

--Whoosh-- The second arrow came flying, and I spurred my horse to gallop.

"Shen Ziyi, once you leave the capital, you will surely die!"

"Come at me if you dare!" If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't be surnamed Shen!

--Whoosh!-- The third arrow struck the horse's leg, causing it to bolt. I leaped up and grabbed the beam above me.

The horse fell to the ground. I jumped down and ran on foot, whether there was a horse or not, I would walk.

The fourth arrow was aimed at my vital point. I dodged in a panic, then suddenly realized something was amiss: it wasn't a warning, it was murder! Where were the people from the Sikong Mansion? Where were the Emperor's people? Where were Wu Hui's people?

"Don't bother looking anymore, you're going to die!"

Who is it?

"Let's see if you have the guts to hurt my young master!"

"Little Grass!?" Little Grass protected me, cautiously looking around.

"Why are you here?"

"Shut up!" I stopped talking and leaned against her, staring intently at our surroundings: Little Grass, if you survive, I'll give you to Sikong.

"I advise you all not to block my young master's path! Otherwise, the Sikong Mansion will surely kill him!"

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, a person appeared in the previously empty field of vision. He smiled kindly and held a paper crane in his hand.

The little grass and I were both stunned...

"Grass, come here."

"Uncle Zhong?" Little Grass exclaimed in surprise, "You—"

"Grass, how can you bear to make your sister sad?"

"Uncle Zhong, you have betrayed your master..."

Uncle Zhong's murderous intent surged: "Cao'er, I, Zhong Li, was born a member of the Sikong family, and I will die a ghost of the Sikong family!"

"Then you shall let the young master go!"

"Releasing her is tantamount to betraying the Sikong Mansion!"

"Uncle Zhong... although the young master was wrong, his crime does not warrant death!"

I didn't dare to interrupt. That day I was hiding in Fu Nuan Yuan. He saw me, but didn't pull me out. I knew he had a problem with me, but I never expected him to want to kill me.

The people from the Sikong Mansion want to kill me. Whose idea was it? Did he act on his own, or did Chouqian give some hints?

"Grass, you don't need to protect him anymore. Come back!"

"Uncle Zhong, the master won't let you get away with this!"

"It was instructed by the master."

"Impossible?" Xiaocao took a step back, her grip on the sword unsteady.

"She chose Ouyang Wuhui!" Uncle Zhong's expression changed drastically, and he pressed the paper crane in his hand against my face.

Xiao Cao swiftly pushed me aside, cleaved the paper crane with her sword, and the paper crane split open, one becoming two. Her speed remained undiminished. Xiao Cao leaped into the air, performing a Tai Chi sword dance: "Uncle Zhong! I salute you! I don't wish you eternal damnation!"

"Cao'er, Uncle Zhong loves you too, but she must die!"

"Why? She's the master's person!"

"She deserves to die just because she's her master's woman! Ask her what she's doing now! Would killing her be an injustice to her?"

"That's between Chouqian and me!"

--Slap-- Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth: "This slap was for the master! Who do you think you are! You think you can call me Ugly Qian like that!"

Xiao Cao helped me up and angrily said to Zhong Li, "Uncle Zhong, please don't forget that even the master has never laid a hand on her!"

"Don't you think your master wants that?!"

--Slap--

"You have no right to hit me!" Damn your ancestors!

"I have the most right to hit you. You're asking for death if you leave the city today! Attack!"

Men in black emerged from all directions, their gleaming swords and ruthless, hateful eyes proving that it was all real.

Uncle Zhong wants me dead? I never thought I would die at the hands of my own people. I thought about Ouyang Fengrui, Sun Zhixian, and Nuya, but I never thought about Sikong or Uncle Zhong.

The cold longsword pierced towards me, the grass-like swordplay was swift and unpredictable, filled with murderous intent.

I am no match for them, or rather, once they show themselves, all my methods become useless.

Zhongli, I can outmaneuver your master, but I can outmaneuver you.

The little grass, wounded, looked at Uncle Zhong in disbelief: "You'll regret this!"