Chapter 1572: Chapter 1510: Sneak Attack, Rescue
"Be careful, Miss." Mo Lan’s sharp voice suddenly rang out.
Without even turning her head, Wufu sensed a fierce whistling from behind and imdiately leapt forward, as a feathered arrow flew over her head.
The direction was clearly aid at her. While she was busy saving people and fighting off the leopard, soone had shot a sneaky arrow at her.
Jumping up from the ground, Wufu turned around, only to see Mo Lan had already leapt in front of a guard, pointing a sword at him: "Are you courting death?"
The guard was dressed in the uniform of the guards from Prince Wei’s Manor, and not far from him, Song Jiaoer sat slumped on the ground.
Wufu walked over, glaring at her: "You wanted to kill !"
Song Jiaoer widened her eyes and shrieked: "No, it wasn’t , I didn’t!"
"Do you know? Once I’ve made up my mind about sothing, I never listen to explanations." Wufu signaled Mo Lan to bring the guard over, then said to Song Jiaoer: "Do you know the consequence of giving random orders?"
She took Mo Lan’s sword, and without a word, she swiftly slashed it across the guard’s neck, so fast it happened within a breath.
Thud!
The guard, wide-eyed, fell to the ground, facing Song Jiaoer, unable to close his eyes in death!
"This is the consequence!" Wufu said coldly.
Everyone present was dumbfounded, staring in shock at Wufu, who seed like a god of death. From killing two leopards just now, to killing a man without even blinking an eye.
Jadeite’s eyes flickered, and she shouted: "You people are so ungrateful. We kindly saved you, yet she shot at our lady, trying to kill her. Truly disgusting and despicable."
Song Jiaoer seed to not hear a word, only staring at the dead guard, whose eyes were fixed on her, as if asking why she gave such an order.
She scread.
The other guards rushed over, looking warily at Wufu.
In the distance, familiar screams pierced the air: "Assassin! Assassin, save !"
It was Princess Yonghe’s voice.
"Miss," Mo Lan looked at Wufu.
This matter had nothing to do with Wufu, whether to save her or not was up to her.
Wufu gritted her teeth and dashed in the direction of Princess Yonghe.
Princess Yonghe had never treated her badly, and the princess was around the sa age as her. Had she not agreed to this gathering, she might not have encountered such an incident. So be it, consider it accumulating rit for herself.
Mo Lan and the others followed closely, while the remaining noble maidens looked at each other in disbelief, their faces pale and bewildered after the ordeal.
When Wufu reached Princess Yonghe’s side, her guards happened to be entangled in a fight with four n in black.
Wufu joined the fray, and the n in black, realizing sothing was wrong, one of them made a gesture, tapped his toes, and rushed towards Princess Yonghe, sweeping her up and leaving.
"Princess!" The Captain of the Guards shouted in panic, unable to break free from his situation.
Wufu lunged forward, chasing after the man.
The man ran swiftly, clearly familiar with the terrain, carrying the struggling Princess Yonghe, yet running as if on flat ground.
As Yonghe struggled continuously and with pursuers behind, he struck Princess Yonghe’s neck, finally making her quiet.
But this slight delay allowed Wufu to catch up to him, and she flicked her whip forward, hooking the man’s calf.
The man, with a habitual movent, tossed Yonghe into the air, ahead...
Wufu’s expression drastically changed, lunging forward, her Butterfly Knife stabbing into the man’s neck as he howled in pain.
Yet Wufu couldn’t care whether he lived or died, rushing towards Yonghe at maximum speed, while her whip wrapped around Yonghe’s leg.
Thud.
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