Wen Xiaoyun was so painful that she burst into tears.
The leading Jin Yiwei's lips curled up proudly, and he jumped up to Wen Xiaoyun.
The slightly curved Xiuchun knife suddenly came out of its sheath, suddenly splitting the dark night, and pressed it coldly against the back of Wen Xiaojun's head, smiling softly, "Why don't you run away?"
Wen Xiaoyun felt a gust of wind blowing at the back of her head. Even if she didn't look back, she could clearly feel the fierce murderous intent of the other party.
Referring to Wen Zhuyun's experience of being burned into a handful of ashes, she can be sure that these murderers will never give her the slightest chance of survival.
Her scalp felt numb, and four big words of despair appeared in front of her eyes - My life is over.
Tears fell from my eyes. I had to hang up just after traveling through time. It was so miserable~
Jin Yiwei's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and the sharp blade in his hand slashed down mercilessly.
Intuition told Wen Xiaoyun to close her eyes tightly, but the pain she was waiting for did not come as expected. There was only a sharp and loud sound of metal hitting!
Wen Xiaoyun frowned. The sound was so close at hand that it was so sharp that it almost pierced her eardrums.
But after the moment of stimulation, there was no sound at all around.
After Wen Xiaoyun curled up her neck and waited for a long time, she tentatively raised her head to check her surroundings.
I couldn't see my fingers in the dense forest at night, and I couldn't see anything clearly at first.
As his eyes shifted, a warm and bright fire suddenly appeared in the deep darkness.
Wen Xiaoyun held her breath and lay on the ground, not daring to move.
The firelight flickered, vaguely outlining the outline of a person.
Wen Xiaoyun's pupils narrowed.
The man was dressed in black, holding a long bow in his hand, carrying a quiver on his back, and wearing a scarf on his face. Only a pair of very deep eyes were revealed, staring at him quietly.
Wen Xiaoyun moved and changed his position to lie on the ground. This person was obviously not a Jin Yiwei.
By the way, where are those royal guards?
Wen Xiaoyun quickly followed the firelight and looked around.
The imperial guards all lay dead on the ground, with white-feathered arrows stuck in their vital parts.
I'm going!
Wen Xiaoyun was so frightened that he jumped up. Just from the reaction of these Jinyi guards to unexpected situations and the speed of pursuit, it can be seen that they are all well-trained masters with excellent martial arts.
How could they all be killed in the blink of an eye? Did they really meet a ghost?
No, this is a suspense comic world, not a supernatural one.
"Young Master," Wen Xiaoyun timidly took two steps back, tried his best to relax the muscles at the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a less embarrassing smile, "Thank you, Young Master, for saving your life. May I ask where the Young Master is from - uh -"
Wen Xiaoyun could no longer say the next words. It was not that the man in black interrupted her, but that he hit her directly~
Wen Xiaoyun felt a sudden pain in the back of her neck, her vision went dark, and she fell straight to the ground again.
Before completely losing consciousness, Wen Xiaoyun's face was covered with mud and dry leaves, and tears streamed down her face.
There is no romantic atmosphere where the hero saves the beauty and the eyes meet each other, and there is no ambiguity where the handsome guy reaches out and takes her into his arms in time when he falls. The style of suspense comics is really different from romance comics~
What a painful realization this is~
The pain was so painful that Wen Xiaoyun opened her eyes again, still feeling lingering fear.
"Jun'er..." A plaintive female voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Wen Xiaoyun turned her head and saw a beautiful, slender woman sitting by the bed, holding her hand with eyes full of concern.
"Jun'er, don't be in a hurry, take your time, don't move yet." The woman in plain clothes pressed down Wen Xiaoyun urgently, her eyes full of concern.