The assassin leader narrowed his eyes and retreated, then shifted his target, aiming his weapon at Nan Qianyue.
The sharp blade slashed from behind, but the southward-migrating moon didn't notice at all.
Qin Yi discovered it too late, so he could only use his own body to block it.
The sharp blade sliced through the flesh of his shoulder; his gaze was cold and sharp as he swung his palm back at the leader of the assassins.
Without pausing, he delivered a fatal blow while the assassin's leader dodged.
With their leader dead, the remaining few, all wounded, dared not fight Qin Yi any longer and tried to escape.
But Qin Yi would not let them go. He drew his knife and leaped forward, killing them all.
The knife fell to the ground, and his body swayed slightly.
"Qin Yi!"
Nan Qianyue ran over to support him, raised her hand to wipe some of the blood from his shoulder, and exclaimed in surprise, "Black blood, the knife is poisoned!"
Qin Yi forced a smile and reassured her, "I'm fine."
"What do you mean you're alright? Do you have any antidote on you?" Nan Qianyue asked anxiously.
“Yes.” He took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist.
Before he could even uncork the bottle, he swayed and collapsed.
"Qin Yi!"
Nan Qianyue lifted him up by the waist, letting him lean against her shoulder, picked up the medicine bottle from the ground, poured out the pills and fed them to him, "Swallow them quickly."
Qin Yi was still conscious. After swallowing the pill, he looked up and comforted her, "I'm really fine."
Nanqianyue was too lazy to criticize him. "Your shoulder injury hasn't stopped bleeding yet. It can only be treated when the blood color returns to normal. Do you even have the strength to walk? We need to get back quickly."
Qin Yi buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing uneven, "Let me catch my breath..."
Nan Qianyue looked at the wound on his shoulder with concern, "Don't delay, I'll carry you."
After saying that, she propped up Qin Yi's body, turned around and put his arm on her shoulder, using all her strength to lift him up.
Because Qin Yi was too big, Nan Qianyue couldn't carry him on her back. She could only hold his arm and drag him forward by his front body.
Qin Yi stared at her face and neck, which were flushed from exertion, and couldn't bear to see her dragging him forward like she had in the valley.
“…I can walk.” He slowly regained his footing, his arm still draped over Nan Qianyue’s shoulder.
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