Chapter 11 Chapter 11 This tyrant actually resorted to such despicable tactics...
Wen Xing only felt a huge force pushing him away, and he staggered back several steps.
Before my eyes, the plain figure had cut through the thick night like a flash of lightning, and was fighting with a dozen men in black.
Although Ning Wujie's movements were as fast as the wind and his sword shone fiercely, there were too many enemies and they could always find opportunities for him to dodge and move.
He couldn't dodge to the side in time, and the sharp blade was already in front of him.
“Sizzle—”
The sharp sound of clothes being torn was accompanied by the sound of flesh bursting open.
Ning Wujie had a bloody cut on one of his arms.
Despite being injured, he was not affected at all. His body movements and sword speed did not slow down. Men in black were constantly hit by him, and some fell to the ground or retreated in panic.
The plain figure shuttled through the heavy shadows like a streak of light, and blood mist continued to spew out wherever it passed.
In the moonlight, Wen Xing saw that Ning Wujie's plain white shirt sleeves were stained red with blood.
He clutched his robe sleeves tightly.
This stubborn guy is trying to be a hero again!
Wait, I will definitely charge him with the crime of disobeying the emperor's order.
Wen Xing raised his hand and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a golden sleeve quiver tied around his wrist. That was something Xinghe would ask him to bring with him every time he went out incognito, saying that it could save his life at a critical moment in case of danger.
But he never used it.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down, trying to recall what it felt like to practice with moving targets in the shooting range in his previous life.
The weight should be about the same as P238.
Recoil, negligible.
Crosshair, I don’t know.
Wen Xing opened his eyes again and looked at the men in black who were gradually surrounding Ning Wujie in the night, and calmed himself down.
Just go with your feeling.
Brat, you should thank me for having such a useful hobby in your previous life.
The sound of swords clashing was endless.
During the battle, Ning Wujie caught a glimpse of Wen Xing still standing under the tree and frowned, "Your Majesty! Let's go!"
Before he finished speaking, a man in black took advantage of Ning Wujie's distraction and jumped up from the blind spot behind him.
The long sword drew a silver light and slashed through the air towards the back of Ning Wujie's neck.
Ning Wujie reacted extremely quickly and was about to block, but he heard a sharp sound of breaking air while he was moving.
The arrow pierced through the flesh with a dull sound, and the man in black fell straight from mid-air.
"Bang—"
The black shadow fell to the ground along with the hilt of the knife, revealing a golden arrow-like light between the eyebrows.
Ning Wujie was slightly startled and turned his head to look, only to see Wen Xing raising his arm and aiming in his direction.
Hidden arrow?
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, several more men in black surrounded him from all sides at the same time.
Ning Wujie didn't dare to be distracted anymore. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and flew backwards. At the same time, he stabbed the black shadow in the back with his backhand, piercing through his chest. In the splattering blood mist, two more arrows broke through the air and just brushed past his ears.
“Dong—dong—”
There were two heavy crashes in succession.
Ning Wujie was shocked to see that every black-clad man who fell to the ground was shot in the head and died instantly.
The golden arrows were as fast as light, accurate and fierce, and the number of besieging black shadows was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, a dark shadow noticed the strange reversal of the situation and decisively turned around and attacked Wen Xing.
Ning Wujie had just killed the enemy with one blow and immediately turned around and chased after him, trying to stop the black shadow.
But the man was incredibly fast. He rushed to the front in a few steps with light skills, and the flash of the knife almost stabbed Wen Xing.
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank sharply, and his heartbeat almost stopped, "Your Majesty!"
But at the moment the blade fell, there was another strange muffled sound of metal piercing flesh.
The man in black fell straight to the ground, revealing Wen Xing's calm and cold face.
Ning Wujie stopped moving.
The gaunt figure stood under the tree, his sky-blue brocade robe stained by the moonlight, making Wen Xing seem as if enveloped in a layer of clear light.
He stared at the emperor, who was as precious as a statue but had an incredibly thin body. At this moment, he looked like a banished immortal who controlled life and death.
Seeing that he was in a daze because the crisis was not resolved, Wen Xing frowned and was about to scold him, but he saw behind him, among the countless fallen corpses, a figure staggering with a knife on the ground, one hand already gripping the flying knife.
Wen Xing instinctively raised his arm, his fingertips already latched onto the mechanism.
But Ning Wujie didn't even turn his head, stepped on the fallen knife handle with his toes, and kicked backwards accurately.
With a dull thud, the blade pierced into the bone, and the last trace of struggle completely disappeared.
Ning Wujie still didn't move, but the exiled immortal under the tree came over.
Wen Xing said nothing, but glanced at Ning Wujie's injured arm with displeasure.
The knife wound was not deep, but it was bloody and looked creepy.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again and asked, "Did I ever say you can't die?"
Emperor Wu of Zhou almost died after three or four incidents tonight. History took a sharp turn in his hands, and he didn't know what consequences would be caused. Maybe China would be gone, and he would be gone too.
This is not some novel where the protagonist has an indestructible law.
If something goes wrong, who will he hand over the throne to in three years?
Just thinking about it was enough to make him furious.
Seeing that Ning Wujie didn't reply, he said in a deep voice, "You have repeatedly disobeyed my orders. So, do you think I can't do anything to you?"
"But I am not dead." Ning Wujie's calm voice revealed a sense of righteousness.
It is incredible to hear such good fortune.
Very good, you dare to talk back.
What is this called?
Being spoiled and arrogant?
hehe.
"I don't want you to die, but I also hate disobedient subjects. If you disobey me again, I will send you back to the northwest and replace you with your brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ning Wujie's expression froze.
Surprisingly, he didn't see the anger that almost rushed over to kill him last time.
Instead, there was gloom. Ning Wujie's expression was so gloomy that water could drip from it, and his eyes were as cold as ice, which made people feel cold.
He must be extremely angry.
But Wen Xing was not in the mood to tease anyone today. What he said was all true. If this stubborn guy didn't listen, he might as well go back to the northwest.
Maybe if he had let things take their course, this person would have lived long enough to rebel and ascend the throne.
He really wants to retire on time, okay?
He saw that Ning Wujie's eyes seemed to be dyed red by anger, and even spread to the corners of his eyes.
The young man gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time before saying, "As you wish."
Wen Xing didn't argue, but instead walked over to the bodies of the men in black lying on the ground, bent over and lifted the mask of one of them, "I don't know who this person is."
Ning Wujie turned his back to him, closed his eyes deeply, and suppressed the anger in his heart that was about to spread like wildfire.
But this time, there was no humiliation, just pure anger.
He didn't bother to think about why, and just forced himself to put the strange feeling behind him.
There are more important things to do right now, so don't let your emotions cloud your mind, he thought.
He turned and walked to Wen Xing, and with a wave of the knife, he tore the sleeve of the man in black, revealing a black tattoo inside, which was a pattern of a long knife and a crescent moon.
Seeing the sign, he shook his head and said, "It can't be found."
"These are people from the Half Moon Building. They work for money and will never betray their employer."
He sneered as he spoke, "Sending so many assassins, their employers have really invested a lot of money."
Wen Xing nodded. After all, he was the emperor and was worth the price.
But he really couldn't figure out who wanted to kill him.
The original owner described in the previous system card had never been assassinated.
Moreover, because the Queen Mother's family was so powerful, the original owner's path to the throne could be said to be extremely smooth, and all his competitors had long been eliminated.
He couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
After tossing and turning for most of the night, he was really tired. His body was exhausted and was now almost relying on his willpower to support it.
He suspected he would faint if he didn't find a place to lie down.
He was looking around trying to find a way out, but at this moment, the sky, which had been bright with the moon and sparse stars just now, suddenly began to drizzle, and the moon quietly hid behind the dark clouds.
The only source of light also disappeared.
Noticing him taking a step forward, Ning Wujie grabbed him and said, "It's easy to get lost in the woods at night, especially now that there's no moonlight. Don't wander around."
"Then we're just going to get wet like this?" Wen Xing said with a smile.
Ning Wujie lit a tinder, "Fortunately, the rain isn't heavy. Ning Yuanjun's tinder can last for a cup of tea in the rain. Let's see if there's a place to stay nearby."
The small flame illuminated the area less than three feet ahead. Ning Wujie grabbed Wen Xing's wrist and said, "Follow me."
Wen Xing frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Does this kid dare to execute someone without asking for permission?
But now they were in the wilderness and in such a desperate situation that they really couldn't care less about these formalities.
The fire starter in Ning Wujie's hand was his only source of light. He could only stay close to the other person, groping in the depths of the dark forest, one step deep and one step shallow.
Fortunately, before the fire stick burned out, Ning Wujie found a place to stay, a deserted City God Temple.
"Your Majesty, we..." As soon as he turned his head, he saw Wen Xinghao seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his body shook and fell towards him.
He quickly caught Wen Xing.
It was like a feather falling lightly into his arms.
Ning Wujie frowned and quickly reached out to feel Wen Xing's pulse.
It is steady and the breathing is even.
Fell asleep due to exhaustion?
Can you fall asleep while standing like this?
Ning Wujie had no choice but to bend down, pick the person up and walk up the stone steps.
After half a cup of tea.
A bonfire was lit in the dilapidated temple.
Ning Wujie used prayer mats to make a bed, and tore off the statue's robes to spread on top. Just as he was about to lay Wen Xing down, he was in trouble.
Wen Xing's clothes were soaked by the rain.
He remembered that Li Dequan had said that His Majesty would get sick if he slept in a drafty environment, let alone with wet clothes?
The face of the person in his arms was soaked with rain, and drops of water hung on the fair skin, like morning dew condensed on magnolia petals. His fingertips paused in mid-air before wiping away the water droplets on Wen Xing's face.
Lowering his gaze, he saw the other person's slightly open collar. The rain had already slid down his slender neck, gathering into a small pool of water at the bony neck.
His breathing hitched and he quickly looked away.
Ning Wujie frowned when he felt that unusual dizziness again.
There's that ambergris again.
This tyrant actually resorted to such despicable means!
When he returns to the palace, he will make sure to ask the Inspectorate to investigate this spice thoroughly.
But he didn't know that after the rain, the incense on his clothes had been washed away by the rain.
At this moment, the only scent left on Wen Xing's body was the scent of rain.
He closed his eyes and fumbled to untie Wen Xing's belt. When his fingertips touched the smooth skin, he almost felt burned. His tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings causing ripples on the lake.
He took a deep breath and continued to explore with red ears.
I thought to myself, there is nothing I can do about this. I will wait until His Majesty wakes up and then apologize.
The author has something to say:
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5j: You actually used drugs to seduce me. Shameless and tyrant!
The tyrant who just breathes:? ?
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