"Money, money, it's so easy for you!" Xia Ziluo was simply intoxicated in her own erotic world and fantasizing about the future as she wrote - she successfully escaped from the Splendid Dynasty and no longer had to deal with Murong Xitian's
She has a cold face for thousands of years, and she doesn’t have to worry about being caught as a human pig by Xia Qingtian. She is truly free!
Then, she laughed happily.
"La la la..." He even sat cross-legged on a chair, picked his ears and hummed a tune.
There is nothing wrong with his eyes! Even a girl from an ordinary family would not be so imageless.
Murong Xitian felt that what he saw was not Xia Ziluo, but a little fox that had just stolen a chicken leg.
At that moment, the image of the slutty princess faded in his mind, and the appearance of Xia Ziluo's little fox became deeper in his memory.
"Not bad, not bad, let's keep up the good work in the future!" It was late at night. Xia Ziluo yawned, stretched, stood up and walked to the bed.
As soon as she moved, the assassin also moved, throwing more than a dozen flying knives directly at Xia Ziluo's vitals.
At this moment, Murong Xitian forgot that he had to wait for the assassin to injure Xia Ziluo and confirm whether Xia Ziluo had the means to protect himself before taking action depending on the situation.
Without thinking, he rushed forward and stood in front of Xia Ziluo. He took out the soft sword he carried with him to block the flying knife.
The assassin used Qing Kung Fu to fly up, and once again threw more than ten flying knives, trying to bypass Murong Xitian and attack Xia Ziluo.
When Xia Ziluo faced the flying knives coming towards him, he was not stunned, but casually grabbed the stool to resist.
But she didn't know that her action would cause her to deviate from Murong Xitian's protective circle.
"Whoa!" Three flying knives rushed towards her and struck directly between her eyebrows.
"Get out of the way!" Murong Xitian pushed Xia Ziluo away with his palm, and with a flash of silver sword, he blocked two flying knives.
As for the third flying knife, it was inserted diagonally into his left shoulder. The long ribbon tied to the handle was hanging on Murong Xitian's navy blue brocade robe, which looked very shocking.
"Ah!" Xia Ziluo was frightened by the sudden situation and screamed.
The assassin obviously didn't expect this. He froze for a moment and then jumped out of the window and escaped.
Xia Ziluo was still dumbfounded, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Murong Xitian's left shoulder, which had been hit by a hidden weapon.
The withdrawn thoughts suddenly returned, and the moment Xia Ziluo's moist black pupils regained focus, she panicked!
Is he hurt? God, what the hell is going on?
Why is there an assassin? Why does he appear here?
And most importantly, why did he want to save her!
With a series of questions stuck in his heart, Xia Ziluo rushed forward eagerly and grabbed the skirt of Murong Xitian's chest: "You..." He was suddenly speechless, and his heart was so painful.
If the hidden weapon did not hurt the shoulder, but stabbed the chest...
Unprecedented fear hit his heart, and Xia Ziluo's eye sockets suddenly turned red: "What should I do, what should I do? Are you okay? I want to pull out the knife for you first or stop the bleeding first... No, no, I won't,
We should find a doctor, but where can we find a doctor at this time..."
She was so anxious that tears welled up in her eye sockets, but she became more and more anxious and panicked, unable to do anything to help her.
In fact, Murong Xitian's heart was even more messy than hers at the moment.
He couldn't figure out why he became so impulsive. He actually didn't act according to the planned strategy, but rushed out to save her regardless of the consequences.
It shouldn't be like this? Murong Xitian tried hard to find the answer in his mind.
Perhaps, he was afraid that Xia Ziluo would be killed by an assassin.
