C412 Assassin

Shen Haoxuan followed Xie Qingrong's instructions and stayed in Chu Country, this border town, for another five days. After Xie Qingrong's body was completely healed, he finally brought Xuanyuan Chen back to the Heavenly Saint from the small path.

Tianyi Pavilion and profound mechanism had already placed people at various positions in the Heavenly Saint, preparing to support Xuanyuan Chen and his team at any time.

Xie Qingrong and Black Turtle brought thirty secret guards to disguise as merchants and rode the horses back to the Heavenly Sage slowly.

"Master, five days have already passed. We have already left the borders of the Chu Country and entered the borders of the Heavenly Sage." Black Turtle rode his horse and fell behind by half a horse's length behind Xie Qingrong.

"Yes." Xie Qingrong replied softly. However, she was thinking about something else.

Because Xuanyuan Chen was injured and could not be discovered by anyone, within these few days, Shen Haoxuan had almost stopped all contact with everyone, including Xie Qingrong.

Xuanwu seemed to have seen through Xie Qingrong's thoughts, and comforted him in a low voice: "Master, this subordinate believes that his highness will succeed. You have to be more spirited. Jiang Prefecture cannot be separated from you, and neither can the Heavenly Sage. Furthermore, His Royal Highness cannot leave you. "

This was the first time in the more than a year since Xie Qingrong had known of Black Turtle that Black Turtle could actually comfort people like this. She was slightly stunned, then laughed lightly: "I understand. You don't have to worry. "

With Xie Qingrong's guarantee, Black Turtle felt slightly at ease.

The group gradually entered the border between the Heavenly Sage and Chu Country, and night slowly descended.

Black Turtle lit up the firewood, the bright and extinguished flames, and the numerous stars in the sky. They all failed to light up the dark corner of Xie Qingrong's heart.

That day, Shen Haoxuan had always been avoiding his questions. At that time, she knew that Xuanyuan Chen's situation was not looking good. However, she did not want to care about Shen Haoxuan's good intentions, so she pretended not to know, and agreed to Shen Haoxuan's arrangement.

However, the anger and hatred in his heart continued to grow.

Mo Yun, a person who only dared to play tricks behind his back, yet didn't dare to act openly.

Twisting his finger, he slowly suppressed the anger in his heart. Opening his eyes, he saw that the emotions that had flashed past his eyes had long since been completely concealed.

His ears slightly moved, and the slight noise coming from the air seemed to be a little strange. However, the more strange it was, the quieter the surroundings became. Even the insects' chirps had disappeared.

The corner of Xie Qingrong's mouth curled up slightly, half of her face was hidden in the darkness, and half of her face was reflected in the flames.

The violet-gold whip attached to the side of her waist was already tightly grasped in the palm of her hand, and softly whispered: "Insects are coming."

Xuanwu did not reply Xie Qingrong. She only tightened her grip on the sword hilt at her waist as her shiny black eyes filled with eagerness.

Ever since he had entered the profound mechanism, he had never had the chance to unsheath his precious sword. Now was the perfect time to unsheath it!

The trees wanted to stop, but the wind was not.

The wind rustled the faint sounds.

Xie Qingrong raised her eyebrows and stood up. The sleeve arrow on her left wrist had already been fully unleashed, and three sharp claws fiercely stretched out.

"Since you're here, why are you hiding like a coward?" Xie Qingrong said coldly, the sneer at the corner of her mouth was abnormally cold and mocking.

Waves of applause sounded out, and a familiar figure gradually walked out of the dark shadows. Xie Qingrong's pupils slightly shrank as the coldness in her eyes gradually deepened.

"It's you." Xie Qingrong sneered.

Xuanyuan Jing patted on the hem of his clothes that was accidentally touched by the weeds just now, and the black robe became faintly discernible in the night sky: "Crown Princess, I haven't seen you many times, have you been well?"

Behind what seemed to be a friendly greeting was a sea of anger and resentment.

Xie Qingrong raised her eyebrows and looked at Xuanyuan Jing's perfect face with a fake smile. The corner of his mouth hooked up as she said with an extremely cold tone, "Xuanyuan Jing, I've always forgotten to ask you a question.

He recalled the expressions of disgust, resentment, and curses from countless people when he was pushed to the Mage's Yard, throwing eggs and vegetables and leaves at him.

Xuanyuan Jing's hands hidden under the wide sleeves subconsciously clenched into fists, his nails fiercely digging into his palms.

However, what made him unable to forget the most unforgettable was how he looked like he was about to collapse and lose all his clothes.

Hatred towards Xuanyuan Mingcheng grew even stronger in his heart. This royal father, who had never revealed a trace of warm expression towards him since he was young, had been designed with Xuanyuan Chen to push him into the endless abyss of hell.

Thinking of this, the resentment in Xuanyuan Jing's heart grew even stronger, and his desire to hack Xie Qingrong into a thousand pieces became even stronger when facing Xie Qingrong.

He raised his right hand and made a gesture to make his move.

Countless of black clad assassins appeared out of the darkness and pounced towards Xie Qingrong, Black Turtle and the others.

As if he had accomplished his mission, he disappeared from Xie Qingrong's sight.

Xie Qingrong's hand that was holding onto the violet-gold whip tightened, her expression was stern, the coldness and killing intent in her eyes could no longer be concealed, and she pressured the black-robed assassins layer by layer.

Fifteen minutes later, corpses were strewn across the ground.

Xie Qingrong knelt down on one knee, took out the clean and white handkerchief from her bosom and slowly and gently wiped the three blood-stained sharp blades on the sleeve arrow.

It was as if he was facing his dearest child.

Xie Qingrong's body reeked of a dense bloodthirst. After seeing that Xuanyuan Chen was injured, he could no longer suppress the bloodthirst and it rushed out from her body.

Her entire person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of shadow, and no one dared to touch her easily.

The fierce battle just now had caused Black Tortoise's eyes to turn red. The longsword in his hand was also covered in blood, and blood slowly dripped from the blade. The blood formed droplets at the tip of the sword, dropping to the ground drop by drop.

After putting the sword back into its scabbard, Black Turtle let out a sigh of satisfaction.

It had been a long time since he felt his bones shaking like today, as he had just went close to Xie Qingrong's side to report the situation, but just as he was about to do so, he keenly felt that there was something wrong with Xie Qingrong's body.

"Mistress, your subordinate has already dealt with that side, and you are more or less done with it." "Then, how about we rest here for the night?"

Black Turtle kneeled down on one knee and cupped his fists as he reported on the situation.

However, Xie Qingrong acted as if she did not hear it, and continued to wipe the sharp blade, but her scarlet eyes slightly lifted up, and glanced at Black Turtle.

Black Turtle was startled by the thick murderous intent in Master's eyes. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

After a long while, they only heard Xie Qingrong say softly, "Finally, I've wiped it clean."

Looking at the smooth and sharp blade, it was as if one could feel the cold aura emitted by the blade, only to see Xie Qingrong gently touching it, and then taking it back.

Black Turtle pursed his lips, his eyes somewhat interested.