Chapter 207 A Woman's Intuition

"Your Highness, hurry!" Jiang Meng, already injured in the dazzling fight, finally managed to get rid of several colorful, patterned masks and urged Mu Xi's horse forward.

No sooner had he finished speaking than several more colorful, patterned masks rushed at him.

Mu Xi panicked and couldn't tell which way was which, nor could she urge her horse on.

"Young Master, hurry..." Jiang Menggang shouted, when suddenly a hidden weapon flew from nowhere and he tumbled off his horse.

Mu Xi was at a loss: "Jiang Meng..."

Jiang Meng struggled to his feet and slammed the back of his knife against Mu Xi's horse's rump: "Your Highness, hurry up and leave. You all escort Your Highness to safety first."

The horse, stung by the pain, charged wildly off.

Looking back again, Jiang Meng and a few guards who had lost their horses were covering the rear, while the rest of the elite guards on horseback quickly followed.

Whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, today, while accompanying King Yu on the hunt, it was inconvenient for the secret guards to follow. Mu Xun changed the secret guards to open guards, but the number could only be halved.

Mu Xi dared not look any longer; the horse was going berserk, and she could only grip the reins tightly...

Tall tree branches swept overhead, and as I ran, I encountered low bushes, while the sounds of swords and knives continued to ring in my ears.

Even more inexplicable "whooshing" sounds came from an unknown direction.

Mu Xi couldn't tell what was wrong, but she felt she hadn't been hit by any hidden weapons, so she didn't dare to turn around and just kept her head down and rode forward.

As it ran, the sound gradually faded, but the horse still couldn't stop.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the horse must have gotten tired, because it slowed down.

At that time, Mu Xi could no longer discern directions, nor did she know where she was.

When I turned around, there was no one behind me.

Mu Xi had never been in a situation where she was all alone and surrounded by assassins.

In an instant, it felt like falling into an abyss.

Panic, fear...

He regretted not going to "rescue" the emperor with Mu Xun earlier. Now, even if he had to die, he would rather die alone in this desolate wilderness.

He called out in his heart, "Mu Xun, Xi Xun, Mu Xun, Xi Xun..." letting the horse wander aimlessly, his eyes looking around blankly.

Finally, an official road appeared diagonally ahead, and Mu Xi spurred his horse to gallop towards it.

Where there is a road, there is hope.

Just as the official road was in sight, his horse suddenly neighed and plunged to the ground.

Ignoring her physical pain, Mu Xi instinctively got up.

Looking again at the fallen horse, it seemed to be tripped by something, but it couldn't get up no matter what it did.

Mu Xi had a feeling that someone was watching her nearby, so she could only stagger toward the main road.

As I ran, the sound of horses' hooves rang out behind me again.

Mu Xi's breath hitched, and her heart sank.

Is this really where I'm going to die?

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from behind him: "Your Highness... Your Highness..."

It's a treasure rice dish.

Mu Xi turned around in surprise, following the sound: "Ah... I'm here..."

Unexpectedly, Bao Fan had learned to ride a horse without any instruction and even caught up with us, with three mounted guards following behind him.

Mu Xi thought she was saved, with Bao Fan and the others right in front of her.

Suddenly, several more people wearing colorful, patterned masks appeared behind him in pursuit.

"Ah... little..." Mu Xi hadn't even uttered the word "heart".

Colorful, patterned masks unleashed a barrage of arrows.

Bao Fan and his three guards were shot off their horses.

“Bao Fan…” Mu Xi rushed over to pull the person away.

The colorful, patterned masks jumped off their horses and gave chase, with the leader wielding a knife and bringing it down.

Mu Xi's vision blurred.

I thought I was going to die for sure, but I wasn't slashed as I expected.

When I opened my eyes again, it was Bao Fan again.

Despite being shot by an arrow, Bao Fan managed to get up. Not only did he get up, but he also stood in front of Mu Xi and used his hands to hold the knife on the colorful, patterned mask.

"Run..." Bao Fan only said one word.

Mu Xi instinctively stepped back and bumped into a tree from behind.

With a forceful thrust of his hand, the man with the colorful, patterned mask plunged the knife directly into Bao Fan's abdomen.

"Ah..." Bao Fan let out a miserable cry.

“Bao Fan…” Mu Xi exclaimed, only then remembering that she still symbolically carried a sword. She drew the sword with a “clang” and stabbed it at the colorful, patterned mask.

At that moment, the voice of the volatile personality in my mind rang out: "Let me do it, let me do it..."

"Why didn't you speak up sooner?" Mu Xi then remembered that there was such a person and retreated.

His volatile personality took over, his swordplay became completely different, and he didn't stop talking: "I've been shouting, but you can't hear me."

"Really?" Mu Xi changed from an observer to someone who couldn't recall ever hearing about the volatile personality warning.

For a long time, Mu Xi has deliberately prevented these personalities from appearing.

These personalities are not her after all, and she doesn't want them to ultimately disrupt her life.

After getting used to it, most of the time, she couldn't even remember that these personalities existed.

"Looking for death." Once the volatile personality kicks in, it unleashes unreserved ferocity and rage.

A colorful, patterned mask approached, and Mu Xi's body suddenly sank, not backward, but instead crashing forward into the assassin's arms at an extremely bizarre angle.

The movement was so fast it left afterimages; it wasn't a mental reaction at all.

"Pfft..."

Before Mu Xi could even see clearly, her right hand, holding a sword, had already pierced into a person's chest.

Before the masked figure could even utter a scream, Mu Xi had already drawn his sword with his right hand, spraying blood mist all over his face.

He turned around and struck again with his sword.

"Pfft..."

The sword tip pierced another person's throat.

"Ah..." The colorful, patterned masks hadn't expected two of them to die so suddenly, and they all started to panic.

The man with the violent temper took down two people in quick succession, howling as he continued his attack without stopping. With a ferocious spin, his right leg swept out like a battering ram...

Three, four, five...

Finally, the two remaining colorful, patterned masks were intimidated by their companions, and one of them even tried to escape.

The volatile personality has always been characterized by a reckless fighting style. With a roar of "Die!", his veins bulged, and his violent power erupted once again, slamming a colorful, patterned mask into the ground like a sack of potatoes.

The colorful, patterned mask didn't even utter a sound before its body went limp in a bizarre posture.

One person remained and fled in panic.

The hot-tempered man drew his sword to give chase, but somehow, the man with the colorful, patterned mask fell to the ground and died after only a few steps.

Taking advantage of the moment when the volatile personality was stunned, Mu Xi regained control of her body in a second.

As soon as I got my body back, I felt completely drained and collapsed.

Every time my volatile temper kicks in, it takes all my energy.

Mu Xi lay on the ground panting. After regaining some strength, she was about to crawl over to check on Bao Fan when a figure suddenly flew down from above.

Still shaken, Mu Xi rolled and tried to dodge to a nearby tree, but unfortunately she stumbled and fell again.

When I looked up again, I saw a tall, handsome general standing there, wearing silver armor and holding a bow and arrow.

General Liu Yang, the Eagle-like General?

Liu Yang smiled, looking down at him with amusement.

"General Liu?" Mu Xi's womanly intuition kicked in.

Although Liu Yang was a subordinate of Xuan Youjun Mu Sheng, and in principle they had no open enmity and were even considered allies, the dangerous aura emanating from him was intense, indicating he was up to no good.