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With a loud thud, a dark shadow fell heavily to the ground.

Feng Lihen fell backwards and fell against the wall, supporting himself with one hand and holding the sword with the other, as he staggered out of the alley.

He headed towards the East Gate and was about to cross the city wall when he keenly sensed that someone was chasing him from behind.

The other party is very likely to find out that the person is not her.

In his current situation, facing them would only mean death.

Meanwhile, inside the small courtyard, steam curled around the bedroom, a faint floral scent wafting through the air. A beautiful woman's silhouette was vaguely reflected behind the screen. Bei Yutang closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort of the hot water, his blood boiling.

Her internal energy techniques began to circulate in her body, and her speed and efficiency were much faster than usual.

Bei Yutang was concentrating on practicing her internal energy skills when suddenly, a faint smell of blood drifted into her nose.

As soon as her eyelids opened, a cold sword was placed on her neck.

Bei Yutang was shocked. The person came so quietly that she didn't even notice him. This shows how high his martial arts skills are.

Bei Yutang's voice trembled slightly as he said fearfully, "Hero, you can tell me what you want. I will never give it to you with both hands."

"Stand up." The voice was cold and emotionless.

Bei Yutang looked at the smooth and naked body underwater, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"I, I..." Bei Yutang stammered shyly.

"Hurry up." The other party whispered impatiently.

Bei Yutang gritted her teeth and slowly moved her body, fully emerging from the tub. When her body emerged from the water, Feng Lihen turned his head away.

Bei Yutang noticed the reflection on the ground and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When she stood up, a set of clothes fell steadily on her body, wrapping her fair and exquisite body.

The knife on her neck remained firmly in place, ready to strike her if she moved. Bei Yutang remained silent until she was sure of her escape.

"Sir, are you injured?" Bei Yutang asked tentatively, "I'm a doctor, I can help you."

As long as she escapes from his control, she can take back the initiative instead of being passively controlled by others.

Feng Lihen's face was pale, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. With a slight instability, the sharp blade entered a little deeper. Bei Yutang felt a pain in the neck, and a stream of scarlet blood flowed out from the neck.

Bei Yutang cursed inwardly when he heard someone behind him whisper, "Sorry."

After he finished speaking, he heard a "bang" sound behind him, and the person holding her fell to the ground with a thud.

Bei Yutang turned around and walked up to him. When she saw his appearance, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

It's him!

His eyes swept over his body. There were many scars, and the blood flowing from many of the wounds was black. It was obvious that the knives of those who attacked him were poisoned.

It seems that not long after she left, their pursuers found their tracks.

Bei Yutang helped him up from the ground and moved him to the bed. Looking at the disheveled man, she sighed and began to undress him. She took off his clothes and took out her special detoxification pills and hemostatic medicine from the cabinet.

By the time she finished, quarter of an hour had passed.

Bei Yutang sat beside the bed, looking at the person lying there, and whispered to him, "Luckily you met me, otherwise you would have lost your life."