"Is he dead? Is he dead?"

"He's definitely dead. There's no movement at all. Besides, I never miss when I draw my twin swords. If I do, I'll wash my hair upside down!"

"It's good that they're dead, it's good that they're dead. Just take me and chop off their hands, then I'll be done."

Judging from the voice, the last one to speak was the coachman. At this moment, his eyes were fierce, showing no respect whatsoever. He held a dagger and lifted the curtain to go inside.

Unexpectedly, he went in happily, only to be kicked out suddenly, crashing into a distant rock while crying, vomiting blood and fainting.

Upon seeing this, an uproar immediately broke out outside, with people rubbing their fists together and shouting for battle.

Shen Jiao instructed Xi An: "You stay put and don't move, otherwise I'll have to take care of you later."

As he spoke, he picked up the dagger he had snatched from the servant and rushed out to fight the group of ill-intentioned people.

These people are clearly after her; as long as she leaves, Xi'an will be safe for the time being.

Then came the sounds of fighting, "ping-pong" and "bang-bang".

Soon after, several people lay sprawled around the carriage.

Shen Jiao first severed their meridians, but she couldn't overcome her mental block and couldn't deliver a fatal blow.

But these people wanted to kill her right away, and she couldn't stand not killing these bastards.

So when Xi'an couldn't help but lift the carriage curtain to check the situation, her expression immediately froze.

Then, the dignified and slender figure held a large knife about half a person's height, gesturing left and right at the neck of a burly man, muttering a few words, as if searching for the best spot to kill him.

Xi'an was completely petrified.

Is this...this...this person the weak and helpless empress of her household?

impossible!

Absolutely not!

The burly man was thoroughly tormented by Shen Jiao, and in despair, he cried out, "Waaah, this is so annoying! Do you even know what you're doing? Give me the knife, I'll kill myself! You should learn!"

Shen Jiao: "Huh?"

This person acted very decisively, committing suicide without hesitation, slitting his neck onto the blade without a moment's delay.

As he breathed his last, he coughed up blood, clinging to life as he asked unwillingly, "...Did you...learn it?"

Shen Jiao: "???"

Xi'an: "!!!"