At this moment, a long sword suddenly pierced the heart of the man in gray from behind. The bloody sword tip was almost close to Wan Su's face.
The sword was pulled out, and the man in gray fell down with his sword.
Scarlet blood flowed down the wound to Wan Su's feet, making her look pale with shock.
"Are you okay?" Liang Yu asked worriedly, looking at her dull expression.
Only then did Wan Su look away from the corpse and nodded with difficulty.
At this moment, Liang Yu's men had arrived one after another and surrounded those people.
"I'll take you away!" Liang Yu stretched out his hand to Wan Su.
Wan Su raised his eyes and out of the corner of his eye saw a man in gray clothes who had fallen to the ground. He secretly picked up a long sword and stabbed Liang Yu in the back while no one was paying attention.
"Be careful behind you!"
Wan Su shouted and pushed Liang Yu away. Although Liang Yu luckily escaped, his arm was still scratched by the sword.
Seeing that the sword missed, the man in gray tried to stab him again, but suddenly a long sword swung from his side and scratched his neck.
Wan Su only felt a burst of warmth rushing towards his face. When he opened his eyes again, the scenery in front of him had turned red.
The man she killed lay as limp at her feet as a noodle.
With a "bang" sound, the sword in Wan Su's hand fell to the ground, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Liang Yu was very worried and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.
With just a slight click, Wan Su suddenly ran into his arms like a frightened little rabbit.
Liang Yu was obviously stunned for a moment and was obviously flattered.
When the attendants behind him saw this, they all looked at each other and saw tacit smiles on each other's faces.
Liang Yu winked at them, and those few people understood and began to sweep the battlefield, and finally left with the few assassins who were still alive.
Liang Yu never moved. He slowly hugged Wan Su, as if coaxing a child, and gently stroked her back with one hand.
He reassured: "It's okay, everything is over."
After a long time, Wan Su recovered from the shock of killing someone, and then she realized that the postures between herself and Liang Yu were so ambiguous.
Wan Su quickly let go of Liang Yu and lowered his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Liang Yu's expression again.
At this time, her eyes fell on Liang Yu's arms and found that most of his sleeves were stained red with blood!
"You are hurt?"
Liang Yu seemed to have just come to his senses and turned to look at his arm.
"It's okay, just a minor injury."
"How can that be done?" Wan Su said anxiously.
She turned around and saw Liang Yu's attendants, who had rearranged the carriage for them, and she pulled Liang Yu to the carriage.
Wan Su pulled open Liang Yu's sleeve and saw that the arrow wound crossed a green birthmark on Liang Yu's arm, which was two inches long. The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and the blood-stained flesh turned outwards.
Wan Su knew that it was important to treat the injury at the moment, so she didn't care much. She said to Liang Yu solemnly: "I will treat your injury in a while. This process may be beyond your understanding. Please believe me, I am
It won’t hurt you.”
Liang Yu looked at the serious girl in front of him. Although he didn't have much contact with her, he had an inexplicable trust in her in his heart, so he nodded.
Seeing this, Wan Su took out a series of things used to suture wounds from his sleeves.
Liang Yu's jaw dropped when he looked at these strange tools, until Wan Su took out the last piece of gauze.
Liang Yu couldn't help but look into her sleeves. Wan Su guessed what he was thinking and simply rolled up her sleeves to reveal a jade lotus root-like arm for him to see clearly.
"Nothing at all!"
"Are you doing a magic trick?" Liang Yu couldn't help but ask.
Wan Su didn't know how to explain it, so he had no choice but to say: "Just take it as such!"
After saying that, she said no more and seriously began to suture Liang Yu's wound.
This was the first time Liang Yu had seen this method of treating wounds, and he felt it was very novel. All his attention was attracted by Wan Su's skillful technique. Even though Wan Su didn't give him an anesthetic, he didn't feel any pain.
A quarter of an hour later, Wan Su finally stitched the last stitch for him, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Okay, remember to move this arm less when you go back. Don't touch the water, don't drink alcohol, and don't eat spicy food."
Liang Yu looked at the wounds on his arms, as if they were glued together by glue, leaving only a deep red scar.
"Is this good?" Liang Yu couldn't believe it.
"Yes!" Wan Su nodded, as if she suddenly remembered something.
He took out another tube of ointment from his sleeve, gently applied the ointment on him, and then wrapped it in gauze, and he was done.
"There may be slight scabs in the past few days. If you apply this ointment on it, it will reduce inflammation and remove scars."
As Wan Su spoke, his eyes unconsciously fell on the cotton swab where the ointment was applied, and he saw a faint cyan color on it.
Wan Su was wondering when suddenly he glanced at the birthmark on Liang Yu's arm, and a bold idea in his mind shocked her.
Liang Yu has had a round cyan birthmark the size of a jade pendant on his arm since he was born. As he grows older, the birthmark is now the size of a child's palm.
When Liang Yu returned to Liang Mansion from Daofa Mountain, he used this birthmark to determine his identity.
Now that the sword wound happens to be on this birthmark, is this the cyan color?
Wan Su looked at the ointment on her hand and saw the efficacy column, which clearly stated scar removal, anti-inflammation, and tattoo removal.
Is this Liang Yu a fake?
Liang Yu also saw the cyan color on the cotton swab, and seemed to know the reason. He glanced at Wan Su, trying his best to hide his curiosity.
"Now that I know a secret of yours, let me tell you a secret of mine too!"
Liang Yu narrowed his eyes, and an unexpected fact was revealed to him.
Liang Yu's original name was Xiao Yujin. He was originally a fellow disciple who practiced Taoism from Daofa Mountain with the real Liang Yu.
The two had a very good relationship. Three years ago, Xiao Yujin found out that her enemy had now become a prominent official in the Zhou Dynasty, so she discussed with Liang Yu whether she could take his identity and come to Zhou for revenge.
Fortunately, the real Liang Yu was devoted to Taoism and had no intention of returning to the Liang family. He also wanted to be beautiful as an adult, so Xiao Yujin became the Liang Yu he is today.