Yuan Zhao suddenly turned around and saw that the tightly closed door was suddenly blown open by the strong wind.

The wind and sand rushed in, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth, instantly swallowing up the entire room.

Dust swirled in the air, and she subconsciously raised her hands to shield her eyes and took a half step back.

She struggled forward and tried to close the door.

When I walked to the door, I could hear the roar of the wind and faintly heard a strange movement.

In this overwhelming sandstorm, a blurry shadow was stretched out, followed by the second and third!

A dark shadow emerged from the night, like an evil ghost that had been lurking for a long time, approaching silently.

Yuan Zhao's eyes turned cold, and alarm bells instantly rang in his heart - someone is coming!

Just when she realized the danger, a cold light flashed, and a sword shadow tore through the wind and sand, rushing towards her face with a fierce murderous intent!

In a flash, she suddenly turned sideways and rolled to the ground. The sharp sword blade just grazed her hair, drawing a cold arc of light in the air.

The assassin had just broken into the house and seemed to be blinded by the wind and sand. He paused briefly and rubbed his eyes with his hand.

Yuan Zhao's eyes darkened slightly. He seized the opportunity, suddenly grabbed the dagger that had been prepared on the table, and stabbed the man in the vitals without hesitation!

"hiss--"

The cold blade broke through the air, but the man was also a seasoned killer. He dodged sideways at the last moment, swung his backhand, and the powerful force came like a storm, throwing her out fiercely!

"Bang--"

Her body hit the corner of the table, and a dull pain spread from the back of her head to her whole body. She felt dizzy and the scene in front of her eyes became blurred in an instant.

However, this is not the end.

Amidst the raging wind and sand, another dark shadow stepped into the house.

The second assassin raised his long knife and slashed at her—

Just as the blade was about to fall, a black shadow suddenly pounced!

"hiss--!"

Cang Yuan spread its wings and flew up, its golden eyes burning with anger. It opened its sharp eagle beak and bit the assassin's throat fiercely, dragging the man to the ground, and blood splattered three feet!

At the same time, the third assassin took advantage of the chaos and slipped in. Without any hesitation, he rushed straight towards Dota on the kang, with a clear target and murderous intent!

Yuan Zhao was shocked, and a storm suddenly surged in his heart.

She didn't have time to think about it. She just felt a surge of strength in her body. She propped herself up, pushed away the enemy in front of her, and threw herself onto the bed without hesitation!

She protected Dota, holding the unconscious man tightly with her arms, her teeth clenched and her heart pounding.

The murderous aura behind him was approaching, and the sound of the sword breaking through the wind seemed to explode in his ears.

She closed her eyes, with only one thought in her mind - Dota must not die here!

However, the imagined sting did not come.

A low gasp came to her ears, followed by a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and with a spun around, he held her in his arms!

“Crack!”

There was the sound of bones breaking, accompanied by the assassin's screams of pain, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Yuan Zhao's eyes flashed, and the person who was originally lying on the kang was now sitting up.

His black hair was disheveled and his face was pale. He was still breathing heavily, but blood was dripping from the blade of the sword in his hand.

The assassin had already fallen down and was no longer breathing.

Yuan Zhao stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, his chest heaving violently, and he forgot to react for a moment.

Dota... woke up?!

The wind and sand in the house gradually subsided, but the smell of blood could not dissipate and was so thick that it was suffocating.

Three assassins lay on the ground, their blood soaking the sand and staining the messy ground red.

Yuan Zhao was still held tightly in Duota's arms, his heartbeat had not yet calmed down, and the sound of swords clashing and murderous intent still echoed in his ears.

She raised her eyes slightly and happened to meet Dota's gaze.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark and deep, countless emotions surging in his pupils as black as night.

It was like shock, like disbelief, like relief at surviving a disaster, and like emotions that had been suppressed for a long time bursting out in an instant.

He tightened his arm around her waist, so tightly that she winced slightly.

She subconsciously struggled and tried to get up, but his grip was like an iron clamp, with no intention of letting go.

The next moment, the sword was thrown to the ground with a crisp sound.

Dota suddenly picked her up, his movements showing a hint of urgency and even loss of control.

His arms were tightly around her, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones and blood, as if only in this way could he be sure that everything he saw was real.

"A Zhao..."

The deep voice was hoarse and almost broken, with an unconcealable tremor.

He buried his head in her neck, his warm breath brushing against her ears, and murmured in an unstable voice, as if he was talking to her, or as if he was mumbling to himself -

"You're still alive..."

"Very good……"

Yuan Zhao was slightly stunned, his fingertips frozen in mid-air.

She thought he was lamenting about surviving the disaster, but the emotions in his tone were too complicated and too heavy.

It’s like crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and going through endless nightmares, before finally arriving at the reality of this moment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly and raised her hand to pat his back.

He was still weak, his body showing signs of illness that had not yet fully recovered, and even his breathing was slightly labored.

But he held her so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would completely disappear from his world.

Yuan Zhao frowned slightly, but considering that he was still a patient, he resisted the urge to push her away and said softly:

"Okay, Dota, I'm still here."

"You're awake too."

"It's okay..."

Dota didn't let go, he held her in his arms and closed his eyes slightly.

His nostrils were filled with her faint fragrance, a scent he was familiar with, so familiar that it made him sad.

At this moment, he was still trying to confirm whether this was reality or just another cruel dream.

In his dream, he saw Yuan Zhao despair again and again.

She lost her children, father, brother...all her loved ones left her one after another.

She lay alone on the sickbed, her eyes empty and even her tears dried up.

He watched with his own eyes as the light of her life gradually faded away, until she finally fell into complete darkness.

Those desperate moments replayed in Dotta's mind over and over again.

How many times in his dreams did he want to hug her, not for anything else, just to tell her that he was still with her.

But each time, the fingers pierced through her figure, leaving behind nothingness.

When he opened his eyes, she was actually standing in front of him.

Under the sharp blade light, she stood in front of him without hesitation.

Dota's heart sank suddenly, and fear swept over him like a tide.

He had never been so scared, afraid of losing her again.