C134 Contradictory

On their way back to the capital, Xuanyuan Chen would always come to Xie Qingrong's side with various reasons. Although Xie Qingrong and Xuanyuan Chen were cold and indifferent, there was always a faint warmth between the two that no one else could interject into.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. The high sun was hanging in the sky and Xuanyuan Chen and the rest had already entered the small forest.

Xuanyuan Chen instructed everyone to rest here for two hours, and the group of people immediately started cheering.

At this moment, they were only about fifty kilometers from the capital.

Just as Xie Qingrong opened the water bag, before she even had the time to put the cold and thirsty water into her mouth, her ears twitched slightly as she heard chaotic footsteps coming from all directions.

Killing intent flashed across his eyes. He raised his head slightly and took a sip of water to quell his thirst.

The messy footsteps came closer and closer, the grass was being stepped on until it made sounds. A large group of people rushed over, from the outside, they surrounded Xuanyuan Chen and the others, and slowly approached them.

The encirclement gradually shrank, and the imperial guards had already drawn their swords. Xuanyuan Chen curled his lips, his eyes cold.

Xuanyuan Jing looked at the bandits that approached him with a smile that was not a smile, and asked while smiling: "Who are you?"

The bandit leader's face was full of stubble. In his hand was a long blade that was shining with light. He said in a fierce tone, "Leave your money to buy a path, maybe we can consider letting you off for a while!"

"Oh?" Xuanyuan Jing replied with a question: "And if we refuse?"

The bandit leader chuckled and said with ill intentions, "You two are indeed talented men. You are extraordinarily handsome. I think it would be a windfall to capture and sell you two as a servant."

Xuanyuan Jing immediately pulled out the sword at his waist, and thrusted the sword towards the bandit leader, but was blocked by the bandit leader with his big blade.

The bandit leader said with a flattering smile, "I didn't think a weak scholar like you would have such skills."

Xuanyuan Jing did not bother with his nonsense, directly using the sword, using sword after sword.

Xuanyuan Chen and the bandit leader were also fighting nonstop.

Ye Ningyu had long been hiding on the carriage, trembling as she looked at everything that was happening in front of her. Countless bandits and guards were fighting each other, their entwined bodies and fresh blood spraying out.

Even though she was vicious, she had never seen a lady who had grown up in a room with a bloody face.

She curled up her body, hugging her head with trembling hands and covering her ears, not wanting to hear anything about what had happened.

Xie Qingrong shut the spout of the water bottle tightly, the two bandits behind him saw one of them drinking water leisurely without any fear, and scolded in her heart, unexpectedly, she did not put them in her eyes.

With a loud and clear "peng" sound, the bandit looked at his own big chopper in fear. However, with a "kacha" sound, his machete was broken.

Xie Qingrong's sleeves seemed to flash with light. The two bandit heads who were acting arrogantly a moment ago had their throats slit in an instant. Fresh blood gurgled out from the wounds on their throats as they stared wide-eyed, filled with shock and fear.

With a flip of his wrist, his hand raised up and a blade fell down, and one by one, his life fell to the ground.

A bandit leader brought a large machete and walked towards the carriage, and from the carriage came Ye Ningyu's frightened screams, piercing straight into Xie Qingrong's ears. Xie Qingrong frowned, quickly taking care of the bandits that were wrapped around her.

He turned around and with a tap of his feet, he arrived at the carriage. The bandit was just opening the curtain of the carriage when the ice-cold blade of Xie Qingrong's sleeve arrow directly took his life.

Ye Ningyu's eyes became misty, wide open, the fear and dread inside were blurred due to the mist, Xie Qingrong did not hesitate to pull out the dagger from her boot.

The dense killing intent from Xie Qingrong's body slowly flowed onto Ye Ningyu's body. Ye Ningyu trembled from the cold killing intent and bit on her lips to forcefully endure: "I … I don't need... Your fake kindness. "

Xie Qingrong sneered, and threw the dagger beside Ye Ningyu's feet.

Ye Ningyu looked at the exquisite and small dagger, she hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "Thank you." The sound was as tiny as a mosquito.

Xie Qingrong did not say a word to Ye Ningyu's mosquito-like voice. After throwing the dagger, she ran in the direction of the bandits.

As far as she was concerned, the most important thing to do now was to get rid of those bandits who were in the way.

The intense battle continued, the killing intent from Xie Qingrong's body seeped out, the sleeve arrow s tied to her wrist revealed three sharp blades, and after walking for a while, they turned into a river of corpses.

Not far away, on a mountain slope, stood a man. He wore black clothes and his long hair fluttered in the wind.

Her sharp eyes stared straight at Xie Qingrong's back, frowned.

He seemed to have never seen this person before, his entire body carried a huge destructive force, and half of the bandits almost died under her sleeve arrow. He could almost smell the thick scent of blood and killing intent emanating from this person.

Interesting, really interesting.

In the midst of the battle, Xie Qingrong only felt a prickling sensation on her back. A scorching hot gaze was fixated on him as she turned her body to the side.

His bloodshot eyes met the man's pitch-black pupils, and both of them seemed to see a fiery fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

After looking for a moment, Xie Qingrong shifted her gaze and refocused herself in the situation.

A whistling sound could be heard as the two bandit leaders suddenly retracted their machetes and led the bandits back up the mountain.

Then, just before Xuanyuan Chen left, a longsword coincidentally appeared on the ground. With a kick, the longsword flew out with a swoosh and pierced the back of one of the bandits' heads.

The bandit leader staggered and the other bandits rushed over. They lifted the bandit leader and ran towards the hillside.

Xuanyuan Chen instructed the imperial guards to take a look at their belongings. Fortunately, none of the losses happened, but the imperial guards were a little dispirited. After all, they worked together everyday and had some feelings for each other.

More than half of the imperial guards had died in this battle.

Xie Qingrong sat in the distance and took out a clean handkerchief to wipe the blade.

Ye Ningyu hesitated for a while, then took a deep breath and walked over to Xie Qingrong's side while wincing. She returned the dagger to Xie Qingrong and thanked him softly: "This time, thank you for saving me. I will find a chance to repay you, but Big Brother Chen will definitely not retreat. "

Xie Qingrong lifted her eyelids, and gave an indifferent grunt of assent.

When Ye Ningyu heard Xie Qingrong's cold reply, she couldn't help but feel discontent in her heart. She had even come to apologize to Xie Qingrong so carefully, but why was this Xie Qingrong still wearing such a cold expression?

With a cold harrumph, he turned and left.