In the dimly lit hall of the ancient castle, the sounds of clashing swords and spears rang out incessantly.
On the field, a large number of men in black kept pouring out and fighting with God and Shadowblade's elite troops.
Xiao Wujie stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a huge stone pillar, his eyes lowered, motionless, looking like a quiet and beautiful sculpture.
Not far in front of him, Chu Nanfeng and Leng Ruxue casually dealt with several men in black who approached them.
Looking at the dark mass of men in black, Leng Ruxue immediately spat out in a fit of irritation, "Where did that stinking idiot named Luo Suo go?"
"There's a whole bunch of disgusting zombies up ahead, and now so many assassins have appeared here, yet they don't even show their faces. I really want to blow their heads off and hurry up and finish work so I can go home for dinner."
Chu Nanfeng's slightly sharp gaze swept around the room, and he said a few words of comfort to the irritable girl in a deep voice.
"It'll be soon; the number of reinforcements has decreased significantly."
However, the fact that Vito Rosso, the person behind the scenes, never appeared made him feel somewhat uneasy.
He wasn't afraid of Vito Rosso's terrifying methods, but he was worried that if things went wrong, Vito Rosso would just run away with Lin Qingyi, and then their trip would have been for nothing.
Just then, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and a man in black, his blade flashing coldly, leaped into the air and headed straight for Xiao Wujie.
Leng Ruxue raised her eyebrows instantly upon seeing the motionless Xiao Wujie. "Why is this handsome little brother standing still? Is he asleep?"
Chu Nanfeng forced a smile. "This operation isn't easy."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved with lightning speed, rushing towards Xiao Wujie.
Regardless, he'd better serve this ancestor well.
Glancing at Chu Liyue, who was slaughtering men in black as easily as killing chickens and standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the distance, he felt that if Xiao Wujie were to have an accident under his nose, his fate would be a billion times worse than that of the men in black lying on the ground.
The force of the blade blew away a few strands of hair that were blocking Xiao Wujie's forehead.
With his eyes slightly raised, hidden by stray hairs, Xiao Wujie gazed at the blade that was growing larger in his pupils, his expression remaining unchanged.
Just as the man in black was only a few steps away from him, Chu Nanfeng also flew over, his long sword about to slash down.
With a "bang," a streak of light struck the man in black squarely between the eyebrows, blood splattered out, and the man in black's body instantly crashed to the ground.
"Handsome brother, you're too slow."
In the distance, Leng Ruxue, holding a sniper rifle, watched Chu Nanfeng's knife strike miss and slightly pursed her lips.
For a moment, everyone on the field went blank. You like... fast?
Chu Nanfeng's eyes twitched slightly. Leaning on his long sword, he stood in front of Xiao Wujie, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to gently brush away the stray hairs on Xiao Wujie's forehead.
Seeing Xiao Wujie's slightly unfocused and distracted eyes, he immediately reached out and waved his hand lightly in front of Xiao Wujie.
"Xiao Wujie, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call Liyue over?"
"They're here."
Xiao Wujie did not respond to his three questions. Instead, he looked at the dark corridor ahead and spoke in a low voice.
"They're here? Who's here?"
"Vito Rosso."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Nanfeng's body tensed up instantly. Following Xiao Wujie's gaze, he saw a sinister figure slowly emerge from the darkness in the dimly lit corridor.
Three men in black, cloaked and masked, followed behind him. Their intense killing intent was almost tangible, making them incredibly terrifying.
The moment Vito Rosso's sinister face came into view, the previously chaotic hall fell silent.
A large number of men in black instantly retreated to his side, and the elites of God and Shadow Blade also stopped fighting, waiting for Chu Liyue's orders.
Ignoring the stares of everyone watching, Chu Liyue calmly walked up to Xiao Wujie, took his hand, and led him back to the front.
She was slender and tall, with one arm around Xiao Wujie's waist, her gaze cold, aloof and domineering.
"Hehehe."
Vito Rosso's sinister gaze swept across the room, and he let out a few dark laughs.
...
"That laugh was so awkward, what an idiot."
Before the "hehehe" had even finished, someone in the group suddenly voiced what everyone was thinking.
"Pfft," bursts of barely suppressed laughter rose and fell, and when everyone looked up at Vito Rosso again, his face was already turning blue and purple.
Xiao Wujie, who was leaning against Chu Liyue's chest and gently playing with her long hair, couldn't help but worry that he might suffer internal injuries from holding it in.
Holding Xiao Wujie in her arms with one hand, Chu Liyue's eyes flashed with cold light as she stared at Vito Rosso opposite her.
"Should we hand over the person now or just die?" Handing over the person can delay death by a few minutes.
His voice was cold and disdainful, and his words were extremely domineering.
Vito Rosso, surrounded by a group of men in black, had bulging veins on his forehead and his temples were throbbing. His gloomy face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He was fed up with this bitch's attitude.
His fingers clenched tightly together, but unexpectedly, he didn't lash out. Instead, he stared coldly at Chu Liyue, his voice chilling:
What if I don't choose either?
Seeing Vito Rosso deliberately trying to argue, Xiao Wujie narrowed his eyes slightly.
The next second, his chin was suddenly lifted, and Chu Liyue's luscious red lips covered his lips with a light kiss.
"Be good and wait a moment. I'll take care of him right away, rescue the person, and take you home."
The scorching, fragrant aura instantly enveloped Xiao Wujie, and a blush involuntarily crept onto his pale face.
He immediately closed his eyes with a slight tremor of his eyelashes, letting Chu Liyue's tongue plunder and ravage his mouth at will.
When he came to his senses, Chu Liyue had only left him with a captivatingly handsome back view.
Ignoring the utterly hopeless look in the eyes of those around him, he couldn't help but gently touch his lips, a dreamy smile appearing in his eyes.
My sister's lips are so soft, so fragrant, so sweet.
This damn domineering attitude, I love it.
Seeing Chu Liyue's slender figure rushing towards him, the three S-rank assassins behind Vito Rosso simultaneously attacked, blocking Chu Liyue's path as she headed straight for Vito Rosso.
Without hesitation, the group of people around him started fighting again, and the scene became chaotic once more.
Seeing that Chu Liyue was temporarily held back, Chu Nanfeng, under Leng Ruxue's cover, immediately drew his knife and rushed to Vito Rosso's side. For a moment, their swords clashed, and neither side could gain the upper hand.
In the crowd, Xiao Wujie had retreated to the side again at some point, his eyes still slightly lowered, looking absent-minded.
At one moment, his ear twitched slightly, his eyes flashed suddenly, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
On the top floor of the castle, in a dimly lit room, surveillance footage from the main hall and various parts of the castle was projected onto the pale white walls.
Seeing Xiao Wujie suddenly disappear from the spot, and then looking at the chaos in another corridor, Shen Yuan, whose figure was shrouded in darkness, suddenly gave a cold laugh.
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