Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

Jun Zui originally thought that since she was so anxious to take him out of the capital, she might have laid a net of heaven and earth.

But what made him somewhat unexpected was that the little emperor would happily travel with him every day, not in a hurry to act on him.

Seeing that she was not in a hurry, Jun Zui was naturally not in a hurry.

The two of them stayed calmly for a few days. Then one night, Ye Chuijin pulled Jun drunk and drunk until midnight, half paralyzed in Jun Zui's arms.

The restaurant was a little far away from the inn where the two of them lived. Jun Zui helped her to walk to the inn. When he passed a deserted alley, he stopped.

After a breath, three or four masked men in black appeared in the empty alley.

The masked man held a cold dagger in his hand, and the one who led the head raised the dagger in his hand and pointed at Jun Zui remotely: "Put him down."

Before Jun Zui responded, the person who had been slumped in his arms stood up straight.

The little emperor's face was calm, not half drunk.

Looking at the scene before him, as expected tomorrow morning, a trace of disappointment still emerged in Jun Zui's heart.

Sure enough.

Thinking like this, he heard the little emperor next to him whisper to him: "The jade seal is in the brown box on the second column of my bedroom bookshelf, and the imperial edict is also there."

Hearing these words, Jun Zui turned his head slowly.

The little emperor had already left his arms, and the temperature when the two were stuck together just now gradually cooled as she left.

The little emperor stood in front of him, thin, but with a straight spine.

She was wearing a cyan gown and looked handsome and handsome.

Imperial jade seal? Imperial edict?

What's the meaning?

The little emperor with his back to him did not turn his head, but continued to whisper: "I will hold them, you go quickly, leave me alone."

After saying this, he seemed to be afraid that Jun was drunk and would not leave. The man chuckled slightly, a little surprised: "This world needs Ming Jun, but I am not."

Jun Zui looked at her, his eyes turned emotionally.

The two of them pretended to be people from the rivers and lakes. The little emperor seemed to be yearning for the rivers and lakes, and he never left his body with a long sword.

At this time she slowly drew out the long sword.

The man in black sneered at this: "Kill!"

With the sword and the sword shadow in front of him, Jun Zui slowly stepped back two steps and looked in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Are you acting?

Is there anyone else around who is ready to hit yourself hard?

The little emperor is not good at martial arts, but the long sword in his hand is a sword that cuts iron like mud. Several assassins were a little despised, but one was chopped over.

But after all, that was a pampered little emperor, who had never learned martial arts, and soon, her body was wounded.

The dark red blood stained her cyan gown, she bit her lower lip, and said nothing, still desperately dealing with the killers.

There were more and more blood stains on the cyan gown, and her movements became more and more reluctant.

Finally, the killer leader caught an opportunity, and the dagger cut her throat fiercely.

There is no chance...

The little emperor knelt on the ground, holding the sword on the pillar, slowly closing his eyes, and slaughtering his neck.

It was just that the expected pain did not strike, and he finally opened his eyes after waiting for a long time.

In front of him, Jun Zui, dressed in white, turned his back and blocked the fatal blow with the sword in his hand.

"You..." The little emperor raised his breath anxiously, trying to stand up, but he staggered on his knees again because of the wound on his leg.

Jun Zui didn't speak, he didn't even draw out the sword in his hand, and knocked down all the killers with a few moves.

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