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At this moment, the trees shook, and one of the guards rushed forward, only to see him covered in blood, kneeling on the ground as he stuttered, "Your Highness, hurry up and leave." After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground.

Before Mu Zhuoyun could react, a large blade suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. A burly man descended from the sky and attacked. Mu Zhuoyun's reaction was quick. He quickly grabbed the inkstone on the table, threw it over, and ran backwards. The brawny man cut the inkstone into two halves. His killing intent was dense as he brandished his blade and rushed forward.

Mu Zhuoyun retreated. Just as the blade was about to hit his body, three to four heavily injured guards suddenly rushed out from behind him. One of them brandished his sword to block the blade. The other two people escorted Mu Zhuozhi from the left and right, retreating as they fought. At this moment, more than a dozen masked men came from all directions. They approached Mu Zhuoyun aggressively. The bodyguards desperately tried to save him, loyal to their master, but they were too weak and gradually lost.

Seeing that the guards could not hold on any longer, one of them pushed Mu Zhuoyun and shouted, "Your Highness, quickly run! We will block them!" He then blocked the way and began to fight with his blood.

Mu Zhuoyun fled in panic, sprinting towards the dense forest. The forest was densely packed with mountains and mountains. A few guards used their lives to buy him quite a bit of time. Then, they quickly escaped under the cover of dense bushes. However, this group of people were not weak either. They hardened their hearts to take Mu Zhuo's life and quickly caught up to him, carefully searching every inch of his body.

Mu Zhuo Shi did not dare to let out a breath. He anxiously moved forward, but still had to make sure not to make a sound. The masked soldiers split into several groups and headed in the direction Mu Zhuo took shelter. They were not in the mood to inspect. They directly saw places where people could hide. Regardless of the situation, they would stab them with their blades a few times. They swore to kill them all and not leave any survivors.

Seeing that he could no longer hide from the trees, he saw a one-eyed masked man stab his knife into him. Mu Zhuoyun got up and ran.

"Here!" The masked man shouted and five or six men caught up to him.

The leader of the flying knives cut Mu Zhuozhi's back. Mu Zhuoyun heard the sound and dodged, falling to the ground. The knife cut his arm, causing blood to spurt out.

"Ahh …" Mu Zhuoyun cried out in pain as he tightly held onto his wound, almost fainting. However, it was still more important to stay alive. He turned around and sat up, only to see that the masked man in the lead had already approached and brandished his blade once more. Mu Zhuo panicked. He randomly grabbed a broken bamboo and stuck it in like that person.

Caught off guard, the masked man was struck squarely in the heart and immediately fell to the ground, blood flowing out of his mouth. Mu Zhuo staggered up from the ground, pushed him away and ran forward with all his might. However, now that they were looking for his blood, the group of assassins had quickly caught up. Seeing that his life was hanging by a thread, Mu Zhuo could no longer hide his tracks. As he ran, he shouted in despair, "Help! "Save me!"

At this moment, Xue Luoyun and the little fox were nestling against each other, admiring the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountain. Suddenly, the little fox stood up and looked into the distance, anxious and restless.

"What's the matter with you? "Little thing." Realizing that something was wrong with the little fox, Xue Ruoyun started to act suspiciously. He looked in the direction the little fox was looking and listened attentively. As soon as he heard it, he seemed to realize that someone was calling for something in the distance.

"Help!" It was someone calling for help. Xue Ruyun immediately grabbed his sword and used his Qing Gong to fly forward.

Mu Zhuo shouted as he ran. At this time, a few assassins had already surrounded him. They held onto their sabers and approached him step by step.

"Who exactly are you? Who sent you here?" Mu Zhuo asked unwillingly as he retreated.

"We only took the money and ended our lives. If you want to know who the enemy is, go ask Yama."

As he spoke, he brandished his broadsword and chopped towards Mu Zhuo.

Mu Zhuo dodged and took advantage of the time the man missed to pounce on him to roll down the hill. They didn't care about their lives. After a moment of hesitation, some of them directly jumped down the hill and rolled down. Some took a detour to the side, trying to break through the encirclement.

Mu Zhuoyun rolled down from the mountain and crashed into tree trunks, rocks, and even his body was covered with wounds. He fell asleep for a while before he weakly opened his eyes and shook his head. Despite the severe pain from his body that almost made him faint, the strong will to live made him grit his teeth and crawl forward step by step.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared before his eyes. A sword appeared before his eyes first. Mu Zhuo's heart sank. He was finished. He lowered his head.

"What's the matter with you?" Just as Mu Zhuo was about to despair, a familiar voice suddenly rang out. This person was none other than the person he had been thinking about day and night, Xue Ruoyun.

Am I dead? Mu Zhuo looked at Xue Luoyun descending from the sky, and for a moment, it seemed like a lifetime had passed.

"What happened?" Xue Ruyun quickly helped Mu Zhuoyun up as he asked with concern.

Mu Zhuo's injuries were very severe. He slowly said a few words: "Quick, run! Someone is chasing after me. " As he spoke, he struggled to stand up and prepared to run away with Xue Ruoyun.

Xue Ruyun instantly realized what had happened. He quickly supported Mu Zhuoyun and rushed forward. At this time, the assassins had already caught up. They saw one of them pulling out a bloody knife and was about to cut him down. Xue Luoyun's reaction was extremely fast, and he raised his sword to block. Only then did he block it, while the other hitman swung his sword from the side.

"With so many people chasing after a powerless person, it is truly dishonorable!" Xue Ruyun angrily rebuked.

"Mind your own business, or I'll kill you too." When the assassin saw a weak girl like Xue Ruyun, he actually dared to cry out for injustice for someone else. With murderous intent, he loudly yelled, wanting to scare Xue Luoyun away.

"I'm sorry, I was born to meddle in these injustice." Xue Ruyun's willow-shaped eyebrows slanted inwards, his almond eyes wide open.

He bent down and placed Mu Zhuoyun on a tree not far away, then leaned back and straightened her body. She placed the sword in front of her, one hand holding the sword shell, the other pulling out the sword, and began to fight with the others.

Xue Luoyun was originally a bodyguard, and his skills were extraordinary. When she was training back then, she was able to defeat over a dozen big men with her bare hands, let alone the few people who fought with the imperial guards just now and suffered quite a few injuries.

The few of them fought back and forth, and after fighting for a while, they were overpowered by Xue Luoyun.

"Just you few, if you want to put me down, you need to train for a dozen more years!" Xue Luoyun arrogantly said as he looked at the several people rolling and moaning on the ground. As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered Mu Zhuoyun. He hurriedly put away his saber and helped Mu Zhuoyun up. "How are you?"

"We can't stay here for long. Quickly, run." Mu Zhuo remembered that there were more pursuers behind him, so he quickly urged Xue Ruoyun to follow.