Rebirth of the scholarly lady

Chapter 798
The horse let out a long neigh, raised its hooves, and the carriage shook accordingly.

With the previous 20 people who didn't know what to do and had their tendons and hamstrings broken, the assassins who surrounded the carriage did not dare to act rashly.

But now, there was a cold and powerful murderous aura around the carriage.

The cold and beautiful faces of the two girls who looked like maids standing at the car door looked eerie and treacherous under the cold moonlight.

Mi'er looked around slowly, such careless movements sent chills down the spines of those around her.

The assassin did not dare to step forward, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

Nan Surou didn't open the curtain of the car, but glanced at the young nobleman covered in blood, and said coldly: "They are here to look for you, right? Get out."

As she spoke, she looked down at Murong Zhen condescendingly, and was about to kick him off.

Murong Zhen was slapped unexpectedly just now, his cheeks were red and swollen, and there was a resentment brewing in his heart, seeing Nan Surou kicking him so viciously, his complexion immediately turned from pale to livid.

The hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, Murong Zhen suddenly lay down on the ground, as if becoming one with the wall of the car, he was terrified: "Girl, please be merciful, save me!"

When he said this, he used Daqin dialect, but before he finished speaking, he was kicked firmly.

Nan Surou's kick actually stepped on his back.

"Girl, I beg you..." Murong Zhen lay on the ground tightly.

Nan Surou's face was gloomy and cold. She didn't want to get blood on her shoes, so she didn't bother to continue to kick people. She said coldly: "Then the killer chases you, and it's only 10 taels of silver. It's not a good deal. You now There are two choices, first, get out obediently by yourself, or second, to be thrown out by my maidservant crying, which one do you choose?"

"I..." Murong Hun didn't expect Nan Surou to think that 10 taels of silver was too little, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Nan Surou said coldly: "Get off!"

"Girl, you are as beautiful as a celestial being, and you must have the heart of a Bodhisattva." Murong Hun said emotionally, "I believe Miss will not refuse to save you, right?"

"Bodhisattva heart?" Nan Surou sneered, looked at Murong Zhen's pale handsome face, and said, "Everyone says I'm a snake heart, congratulations, wrong guess, get out!"

Murong Zhen had never seen such a cold-blooded, black-hearted, and beautiful woman. He gritted his teeth and lifted up his jade pendant. He was afraid that Nan Surou would take the opportunity to kick him out of the car, but his body was still glued to the floor of the car. Go up, and said: "I am in a mess now, and I only have 10 taels of silver on me. If the girl thinks it is too little, I will give you all the family property after you save me. The girl can go with this jade pendant." Collect money at all Murong's shops."

"My girl is not special, you'd better get out." Nan Surou shook her head.

Murong Zhen suddenly found out that after haggling with Nan Surou here for so long, those killers still dare not come in, which shows their fear of Nan Surou. , He lay on the ground desperately, "Don't get out - I'd rather be trampled to death by a beauty than go down and be hacked to death by those assassins. I die under the peony flower, and even being a ghost is a flair. At that time, there will definitely be rumors in the capital. I, Murong Zhen, died young on the girl's frame."

"Then, when you die, my reputation will definitely be implicated by you. You are really shameless!" Nan Surou looked at him expressionlessly.

Murong Yan continued to say: "Girl, the people outside are very afraid of you. Now that you want to let go of it, they will probably remember you. If you don't deal with this matter, you will still have troubles in the future."

"You mean, I have to save you today?" Nan Surou frowned slightly.

Murong Zhen suddenly felt a chill down his back, and his whole body ached, he thought to himself: This woman in front of him is so beautiful, she actually exudes such a frightening murderous aura, I guess, this time I made the right bet.

Hearing Nan Surou's voice like a yellow oriole's cry at night, Murong Zhen felt numb in his heart, the combination of numbness in his heart and the icy cold all over his body almost tortured him to death.

Nan Surou turned her beautiful eyes, and suddenly said casually: "Do you want me to save you from the siege of more than 20 people?"

Murong Zhen suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Nan Surou's beautiful face. For some reason, he just felt that this seemingly weak woman in front of him could save him. For some reason, he just believed so firmly.

Therefore, Murong Zhen categorically said: "Yes—"

Murong Zhen looked directly at Nan Surou's cat eyes, and felt that those seductive eyes contained an abyss darker than the night, which would drag him into the eighteenth level of hell at any moment, and he would never be reborn forever. For this reason, Murong Zhen beat him for no reason. A Cold War.

Nan Surou looked at Murong Hun's dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and slightly raised her fresh and tender lips like peach blossoms, "You don't have enough bargaining chips, all your property, plus the 10 taels of silver on you, are not enough to buy you." Life."

"What do you want? As long as I can give it, I will do my best..." Murong Zhen said anxiously.

He knew that this was an opportunity, his only chance to grab this life-saving straw.

A treacherous smile bloomed on Nan Surou's face, and a word was softly uttered from her pink lips: "Only by giving you a gift can you buy your life!"

If standing in front of an ugly girl, Murong Zhen would rather be killed by an assassin than commit himself to an ugly girl.

But the one in front of me is a woman so beautiful that the wind forgets to blow. If such a woman invites relatives, the suitors will probably line up at the corner of the street. Murong Zhen never expected that the other party would have such a request. Xiao Ming, Murong Hun immediately agreed: "Okay, I promise you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the car seemed to stop flowing.

After half an hour.

Nan Surou stared at Murong Zhen with disgust, and said, "Take off your dirty clothes and throw them out."

"Huh?" Murong Zhen's face was full of disbelief.

"If you don't take it off, get off." Nan Surou said expressionlessly.

"..." Murong Zhen didn't say another word, quickly took off his clothes and threw him out of the carriage, only his white undershirt was left on his body, and then he continued to lie on the ground and pretended to be dead.

The movement of throwing clothes caused a gust of wind, and Nan Surou's eyes swept over the crowd of people surrounding the carriage.

Nan Surou originally wanted to deal with these people by herself, but felt it was not good, she said calmly in Daqin language: "Mi'er, let them go home quickly."

Nan Surou's voice was as intoxicating as a rose in the dark night, and her persuasive tone was indescribably innocent.

It's a pity that the surrounding assassins looked at each other, but no one understood her words.

Dong Liu sat quietly at the door of the car, with a sneer on her delicate face.

As for Mi'er standing in front of the car, her snow-white face illuminated by the moonlight showed a treacherous smile.

That smile seemed to be the smile of the god of death staring at the dying prey. At that moment, all the assassins' hairs stood on end.

(End of this chapter)