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Chapter 4 A Good Wife Helps Me Qingyunzhi 4
She looked like an elegant and thin scholar, and the two assassins did not take her seriously.

One of the assassins took a long stride and rushed towards her. The knife in his hand was about to fall on her body, but she didn't expect her figure to be like a ghost. She stepped on the ground with the soles of her feet, jumped up and stepped on one of the assassins. Taking advantage of his strength, she spun around. Kicked in the face of the assassin who was about to chop her, the assassin who was kicked flew straight out and hit the tree hard.

The assassin who was being borrowed also lost his balance and fell to the ground. He quickly got up again. His shocked eyes fell on Shen Chen, but he gritted his teeth and picked up the knife and slashed at Shen Chen. Shen Chen grabbed it. He twisted the hand holding the knife hard and made a clicking sound. He grabbed the knife with his backhand and slashed it horizontally, causing blood to splash onto her face.

She took out the unconscious bandit who fell on the ground with a knife, and took out the rag handkerchief in her bag to wipe the blood splattered on her face.

There was still a gentle smile on her face, as if she was not killing someone just now, but completing a beautiful ink painting.

Shen Chen looked at Brother Donkey who had died of anger and felt extremely sorry.

I groped around the dead assassin again with hope, but couldn't find a single thing.

The smile on Shen Chen's face solidified.

She looked at the corpses of the two assassins with disdain: "Poor devils."

After the fight just now, I realized that the martial arts of these two assassins were not low. If she were not more powerful, she would have died by their swords long ago.

I wonder if the caravan that was besieged by hundreds of people died. It should have brought a lot of money with it.

Maybe if she goes there now, she can still miss something.

Shen Chen picked up the sword of one of the assassins, held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and walked toward the caravan while humming a tune.

Sure enough, everyone in the caravan was almost dead, and only the man in black and a few scattered people were still resisting.

They protected the sickly and pale young man behind them, and it seemed that the target of the assassins was also him.

Shen Chen was hiding in a tree, quietly waiting for the snipe and clam to fight so that she could reap the benefits.

She is a good person. Although she is poor, she never dares to do such things as robbery.

When they are all dead, the money will become ownerless. If she picks it up, it will be hers.

There were still more than 20 assassins left. Soon, the calm was broken. The assassin launched another attack. The few remaining people escorted the man back very sincerely.

After hitting her, he actually hit the tree where she was.

Except for the sickly and beautiful man and the man in black, all the caravans had been wiped out. The man in black was stabbed in the left shoulder, but he still kept swinging the sword in his hand.

There were only five or six assassins left. Shen Chen counted the number of people on his hands, thinking about how long these two people could hold on.

But never expected.

It wasn't enough for them to fight under the trees.

The man in black actually jumped up and sent his precious master to the tree, and continued to guard him under the tree to prevent other assassins from getting close.

Fortunately, she was not on the same branch as them and was covered by dense leaves. Otherwise, it would have been awkward for the two of them standing on the same tree with their big eyes facing each other.

The man in black didn't know what he was thinking.

His sickly and beautiful master is obviously incapable of martial arts. Even if he and the assassins under the tree die together, how will his master get down then?

She wanted to laugh when she thought of the noble and elegant young man hunched over the tree and crawling down the tree like a monkey.

Just when she couldn't help laughing, the young man standing on the tree suddenly raised his head, and his cold gaze ran into Shen Chen's dark fox eyes.

The moment he looked at her.

Shen Chen found that his luck, which was shrouded in the black energy of bad luck, gradually dissipated, and the purple-gold energy gradually formed an unconsolidated dragon shape behind him.

Oh, he is still a man of great luck.

Shen Chen suddenly remembered that in the plot, the young emperor of Xuan Kingdom was assassinated during his northern tour and died on the way back to Beijing.

After his death, the eldest princess's incompetent brother came to power. From then on, life began to be miserable and the people were in dire straits, accelerating the demise of the Chu State.This gave the male protagonist the opportunity to take his place.

The luck of a small world is limited, and one will wax and wane. If he dies, the imperial aura in him will be transferred to the male protagonist.

Shen Chen looked at the man in front of him and suddenly grinned at him.

Rather than taking advantage of the male protagonist, it would be better to take advantage of her.

Shen Chen picked up the sword and kicked away the sword that was about to pierce the man in black. With a flash of cold light, the assassin's head suddenly fell to the ground. With her joining in, the man in black swallowed the salty blood in his mouth.

It's the poor scholar riding a donkey.

He didn't expect his martial arts to be so strong. Whether he was an enemy or a friend, whether he would harm His Majesty, he passed out before he could continue to think.

When he was unconscious, the last assassin fell to the ground in despair, while the elegant scholar held a long sword in his hand, and the dazzling bright red soaked the soil drop by drop along with the silver light.

Shen Chen stepped forward and checked the breath of the man in black. He was still alive, but he was about to die. His body was stabbed to pieces. It can be regarded as a medical miracle to last for such a long time.

He raised his head, smiled and shouted to the sick beauty on the tree: "Brother, why are you coming down?"

"How about you jump down and I can catch you?"

Whoosh whoosh, several figures came out of the surrounding trees and took the sick beauty down from the tree.

His cold gaze fell on the assassin on the ground, and his cold voice was like cracking jade and ice: "Go and see if there are any survivors."

"Yes, Master." The secret guards spread out and began to check whether the assassin was still alive.

Shen Chen smiled and glanced at the black-clothed guards on the ground who were dying to protect the young man. The emperor was a bitch. All the public guards were dead, so there was no need for secret guards.

Why use it now.

Dead people, only in front of the dead will the secret guards show up unscrupulously.

The sick beauty looked at her as if she were looking at a dead person.

Shen Chen curled his lips, no wonder he was short-lived, he turned out to be a bastard who repaid kindness with hatred.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his secret guards touched the dead assassins, the assassins' bodies suddenly began to expand and made a shocking explosion.

At the critical moment, Shen Chen picked up the sick beauty by her collar and shouted, "Run!" before anyone could react.

He pushed hard on his toes and fled as fast as he could to suck the milk.

A rumble of explosions resounded through the sky, and the forest just now burst into flames.

It turns out that the little emperor died not from those assassinations, but from the suicide bombs placed on the assassins.

Really vicious.

There are actually people in this small world who are refining human bombs. This method of making bombs out of flesh and blood is extremely vicious, and the success rate is extremely low.

Half an hour after the death of these people, their flesh and blood will quickly disintegrate, and a large amount of flammable and explosive gases will circulate in the body. Those assassins will wear flammable objects with them. After the assassins die, the blood will no longer flow. Human bombs It starts to form.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of assassins came as soon as he arrived. It seemed that the people behind him really wanted to kill him.

The sick beauty was choked by the stench of thick smoke and coughed. He raised his sleeves to cover his lips, and the black cuffs were stained with a hint of darkness.

Even though all the guards and secret guards around him were dead, his eyes were still so calm.

Shen Chen threw him aside and looked at the forest where the fire was burning, her pancakes and the donkey.

Her ass is on fire.

(End of this chapter)