Chapter 1124: Chapter 1122: Assassination, Calamity Without Cause
Thud!
A feathered arrow grazed past Changping’s hair and struck into the window wood of the elegant room, the arrow’s tail trembling slightly.
"Ah!" Soone scread first, unknown who it was.
Whizz, whizz!
Another series of feathered arrows ca shooting over.
Wufu pressed the completely frozen Changping down, and before having a chance to say anything, several masked black-clad figures wielding knives leapt down, shouting, "Zhao Mingjun, et your death!"
"Assassins, there are assassins!"
Wufu cursed in his heart: Damn, nothing good happens when encountering Zhao Mingjun, this is truly an undeserved calamity.
The black-clad figures moved swiftly, jumping over the beauty railing into the corridor, slashing indiscriminately at anyone blocking their path, blood splattering everywhere.
Faced with this sudden assassination attempt, Zhao Mingjun’s people, both openly and covertly, rushed out to protect their master. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wufu pushed the dumbfounded Changping into the nearby elegant room just steps away.
A stream of maids and old won scread and wailed as they rolled and crawled into the nearest elegant room.
Qing Xin, unable to keep up, was knocked down at the doorway, eyes wide with terror watching a long knife slashing toward her, convinced she was going to die.
Wufu, being nearby, instinctively kicked the long knife away, twisting his body as the Butterfly Knife slipped from his sleeve, slicing at the neck of the black-clad assailant.
The black-clad man’s eyes widened, and Wufu kicked him down the stairs.
"Get inside." Wufu picked up Qing Xin and tossed her into the elegant room, picking up a long knife from the ground while shouting, "Jadeite!"
"Miss." Jadeite had also dealt with one of the black-clad attackers, snatching a long sword from them, retreating to Wufu’s side.
The two retreated into the elegant room.
The attackers had co to assassinate Zhao Mingjun; they wouldn’t spare extra manpower to kill these won, but Wufu underestimated Zhao Mingjun’s despicability.
As soon as she and Jadeite each finished off a black-clad attacker and entered the room, Zhao Mingjun, protected by his personal guards, dragged Fan Wu into the elegant room where Wufu and the others were.
Seeing this, Wufu almost cursed out loud: Damn you, could you be more shaless?
But even if she cursed Zhao Mingjun to the eighteenth generation of ancestors, she couldn’t withstand the man’s despicability. As soon as he entered the elegant room, the black-clad attackers surged in like a tide, with two even jumping in through the windows.
"Damn it!"
Changping was extrely frightened, hearing Wufu curse — was that cursing? Then, seeing her holding a long knife, thrusting it backward into a black-clad man’s stomach, blinked, and finally rembered that she knew martial arts too.
She knew martial arts, but Changping had never killed anyone. She kneeled and crawled on the ground, her hand shaking as she picked up a knife, swallowing hard, and stood up.
The small elegant room was like an Asura field, blood splattering, people dying constantly, and others breaking in, screams unending.
Wufu efficiently dealt with a black-clad man, catching in the corner of her eye Zhao Mingjun pulling a maid in front of him to block the long knife, her eyes sharp, cursing "bastard" again.
Changping stabbed a knife into the belly of a black-clad man, but without a fatal hit, while the opponent’s sword lunged at her, "Courting death."
"Commandery Princess." Qing Xin scread, crawling and rolling to rush forward.
Wufu’s heart leaped, swiftly flashing over, about to strike the attacker’s hand with her knife, but was bumped from behind, crashing straight into Changping, pain surging from her shoulder.
"Damn you!" Wufu cursed loudly.
She was unlucky, glaring fiercely at Zhao Mingjun who had crashed into her, one empty hand not stopping, directly pushing the knife Changping had thrust into the attacker’s belly deeper.
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