Chapter 19: She is not someone you can touch

The sound of the wind blew past her ears, Shen Tingyu's mind was very clear, and she could feel the fear of the man in black towards the tyrant.

The reason why he was able to stay in the palace unscathed was because he had her as a hostage.

She didn't want to die like this.

The Transformation Pill was still in its cool-down period, and the other items in the system store were useless to her, and she couldn't use them even if she exchanged them. She placed her hopes on the Tyrant.

"You are not the first one. The grass on the grave of anyone who has threatened me is already two meters high." The tyrant was worried about her, so he was forced to stop where he was and did not continue chasing after her. He stared at them from afar with cold eyes.

The distance between herself and the tyrant grew larger and larger, and she became more and more uneasy.

Shen Tingyu felt a huge threat, and she struggled to squeeze out a pair of small hands from the big hands of the man in black.

She couldn't allow herself to remain passive any longer.

The man in black had seen her moving around and knew that she was a voodoo doll. He absolutely could not let her leave alive like this.

Otherwise there will be endless troubles.

She took advantage of the fact that the men in black were all focused on the tyrant, ignoring her like a lamb to be slaughtered.

He reached out and pulled out a thin silver needle from the top of his head. The needle was slender and light.

Buried in the body of his own puppet, it does not cause any damage and integrates perfectly, the enemy will never expect it.

This was the weapon she had hidden inside her body when she was running around the room just now. It was neither too big nor too small, just the right size for her to use.

She seized the opportunity and accurately inserted the silver needle into the black-clothed man's finger. It is said that the ten fingers pierce the heart. Anyone who has had a blood test must know that this kind of pain is accompanied by a nerve reflex arc.

She was very fast, and the silver needle was almost completely inserted into the body. It was fast, accurate and ruthless.

The man in black's right eyelid twitched and his finger felt a piercing pain. He was caught off guard and hissed in pain.

She relaxed her grip a little bit, now was the perfect time, she only had one chance.

With a push of his hands, he nimbly slipped his body out of the black-clad man's palm, and with a kick of his legs, he leaped free.

The man in black didn't expect that the voodoo doll he was playing with so casually would escape from his palm like this. It was as incredible as a dead fish on the chopping board suddenly coming alive and jumping into the sea.

He hurriedly reached out to grab Shen Tingyu, but found nothing.

A ghostly figure appeared behind him, and the man in black suddenly felt something was wrong. In a flash, his ribs were broken by a palm strike. Severe pain spread in his chest, and his body slammed heavily against the red wall.

Before he could stand up, someone grabbed his throat fiercely. The powerful force pressed him down, his feet hanging in the air, and his whole body was lifted up.

Xin Hongying looked at him coldly with murderous eyes, a hint of anger flashing across his lips. "I said, you can't escape."

"She is not someone you can touch. Die! It's too easy for you..."

It was bright at night, and under the clear moonlight, the man in black opened his eyes wide, and used his fingers to pry the big hand around his neck. Through his frightened eyes, one could feel his deep fear of the man in front of him.

Ho…ho…ho ho ho!

He tried hard to open his mouth, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word, not even a scream of pain.

"Want to commit suicide?" Xin Hongying's mouth cracked into a malicious smile. After a slight pause, he looked down with disdain. "I won't give you this chance."

The features on the black-clad man's painful face gradually became hideous and distorted, and gradually he no longer looked like a human. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat and blood.

Tick...tick..., dripping from the trouser legs.

Shen Tingyu fell in the air, facing the ground, her body swaying wildly, but she fell into a layer of soft cloth, like falling into a large net made of soft cloth, trapping her in it.

She stood up in a panic on the shaking soft cloth, but suddenly her feet felt empty and she stumbled and fell backwards. She tried several times and fell repeatedly, unable to stand steadily at all.

Shen Tingyu stumbled and fell, and in the darkness, time became very long. She could not see anything clearly, and could not hear anything except the tyrant’s cold voice.

He felt a familiar piece of fabric, finally stood still, and confirmed that he was in the tyrant's sleeve, and his heart was relieved for a moment.

She is safe.

Xin Hongying exuded a terrifying aura. He vented out the anger in his heart. His fingers loosened, and his limp body fell heavily to the ground. He was half dead, and only his chest, which rose and fell with shallow breathing, showed that he was still alive.

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief as if in disgust, and there was no trace of blood on his body.

His big, bony hands leisurely smoothed out the wrinkles on his body. He lowered his eyes and looked at his sleeves. His mood suddenly became good, and the temples on his forehead stopped throbbing.

Even the black-clad man on the ground looked at him more favorably. On the deserted palace road, Xin Hongying said, "Take him to the dungeon and let him identify the body of the one who committed suicide in the court today."

A secret guard jumped down from the path that the man in black had to take to escape. He hid very well, and no one would have noticed him if the tyrant had not made him show up.

"Yes, sir."

His feet were being dragged like a dead dog, and the man in black lay dying on the ground, his consciousness fading. Only now did he understand what the tyrant meant when he said he couldn't escape.

He regretted it, he really regretted it...

He originally had a chance to escape from the palace alive, if it weren't for that last glance...

After a long silence, she finally heard the sound of conversation again. Shen Tingyu's heart skipped a beat. It was over!

Xin Hongying felt the subtle movements of the puppet in her sleeve and slowly raised the corners of her lips. It was great that she was back.

Fairy, you said that you were willing to stay by my side and accompany me.

You must be willing, right? You were just angry with me before. It’s okay, I forgive you.

Shen Tingyu hesitated for a moment, then she asked tentatively, "Your Majesty? Is the assassin...dead?"

"Is it safe now?"

Suddenly, the soft cloth under her feet continued to rise, and she was caught off guard and fell on it.

A pair of white and powerful fingers lifted up layers of clothes, revealing handsome features and a pair of smiling eyes with the cool moonlight.

"Fairy, you are safe now, don't be afraid." Xin Hongying deliberately avoided the fact of whether the man in black was still alive.

Shen Tingyu looked up, but the tyrant's broad shoulders completely blocked her view behind him, so she couldn't see the fate of the man in black.

She also knew that the tyrant did not want her to see or know.

But she could still imagine that it would not end well.

Especially... the dungeon!

Anyone who ends up in the dungeon will have a horrible fate, and she is feeling a little complicated now.

Suddenly she remembered something, grabbed his sleeve, and said anxiously: "An Chi! She is injured and vomiting blood."

Xin Hongying's eyes darkened slightly. "She's fine. She was just drugged. She'll be fine after a good sleep. As for you, are you injured?"

Shen Tingyu shook his head and said, “I’m fine.”

Looking at her slightly messy hair, Xin Hongying raised his left hand, moved closer, and glanced at her with some concern: "Are you really okay? I don't believe it. Stand up and turn around. I'll take a look. If you are injured, even the imperial physician can't heal you."

So Shen Tingyu stood up, opened his arms, turned in a circle on the spot, and jumped on it twice to show that he was really not injured.