Chapter 31 The Grass

The upper room of the hiking room was attacked from three sides. Although the guards outside the door blocked most of the assassins, the people holding ranged weapons on the roof made Xue Chongxun feel like crossing the fire.

He heard Murong Yan cry for helplessly, and instinctively wanted to rush over to protect her, but reason told him that it was not worth it.

Rising your life to abandon your own woman and save someone else's wife?Xue Chongxun looked back at Fu Lu, why didn't this guy save his wife?

At this time, the tiles on the roof were overturned, and several larger holes were made. The ropes were put down one by one, and some bald monks slid down the rope.

Block them!Fulu shouted in panic.

There were only four or five guards left next to them, and Fu Lu was wearing colorful silk and didn't even have weapons.Seeing this, Xue Chongxun thought to himself: This guy is from a nomadic clan, can he not be skilled in martial arts?

The bald donkey from the roof was Fu Lu, and he rushed towards him. A guard rushed up and saw him and his head was cut off by a sharp sword.

Ah… With a woman’s scream, Murong Yan was frightened to see this scene.

Xue Chongxun hurriedly touched the handle of the knife in his arms, pulled forward, and pulled out the horizontal knife.The horizontal knife is narrow and long, and the spine is thick and powerful.The texture and the heaviness of metal made him feel excited.

The bald assassin rushed over with his bright weapon.

At this moment, Xue Chongxun raised his horizontal sword and looked straight at the sharp blade. Is it fighting for reason or for his original intention?

The assassin's target was obviously Fulu. Fulu was very important to Xue Chongxun's border strategy. It was wise to protect this person that he originally hated. There were still a few guards here, so it was safer to stay where they were. And how effective is Murong Yan from a political perspective?

Murong's pro-Tang Sect?

But how much value is it?

But this beautiful and elegant woman makes people willing to protect her... and in the face of difficulties, she helped Xue Chongxun.

After a moment of hesitation, Xue Chongxun didn't care about it and walked forward strode forward, and a monk stabbed him head-on.

Xue Chongxun held a knife with both hands. The tip of the knife was originally facing the ground, and the head on the side of his body suddenly turned the blade upward and waved it upwards.

He heard the fine sound of the blade cutting the flesh and saw blood scattering in the air.

Chih!The long sword that was swung up and slashed head-on, just like that, it was another one.There are only two people left in front of you. Kill them and you can rush to the side of the screen.

Xue Chongxun shouted loudly and rushed up quickly. The hem of the vermilion robe flew up and down, like blood.

clang!The weapons collided, sparks burst, tense nerves and sharp eyes, and he even saw fine metal fragments flying at the edge of the knife.

Everyone was not wearing armor, and the knife was cut on his body and blood immediately. The wind waving the weapons was even more exciting and shocking than the rapid wind when racing.

Xue Chongxun's knife skills are just average, but they are straightforward and quick and accurate.

Put a carrot on the table and cut it with a quick knife. It is really hard for people who have never practiced it.

But Xue Chongxun is familiar with every move and style of the horizontal sword, just as familiar with every inch of his own skin.

Accurate placeholding, every move is neatly.

One of the monks was stabbed twice, and the blood splattered Xue Chongxun's face was covered with blood, and even a little splashed into his eyes.He narrowed his eyes, finally found the right time, and stabbed another monk in the heart with a knife.

At this time, the horizontal knife had no blood groove. After stabbing it in, Xue Chongxun had not pulled it out yet, so he hit the shoulder and kicked it sideways, and finally got the knife out.

The blade, hands, arms, and front plaque were covered with blood.

Xue Chongxun wiped his face with his sleeve and ran towards Murong Yan.

Murong Yan looked at Xue Chongxun covered in blood, her face pale, her shoulders were trembling, and her teeth were giggling: Xue Lang, are you injured?

I'm fine.

Xue Chongxun said calmly.

Murong Yan was panicked and her clothes were not worn properly. Her delicate skin was exposed on one shoulder. He reached out and gently pulled the silk on her body to cover her naked shoulders, and reached out and grabbed her cold little hand and walked into the warm chalet.

Murong Yan was at a loss. After being caught, she seemed to be a drowning man grabbing a straw and followed Xue Chongxun very obediently.

call!Xue Chongxun blew hard, blew out most of the candle on the lamp holder, took a deep breath, and blew away again, and the light in the warm trunk suddenly dimmed.

Suddenly, a scene of blowing birthday candles appeared in his mind.

Don't talk, relax and breathe slowly, and don't make any movement.Xue Chongxun whispered.

He held Murong Yan's little hand tightly with one hand and the hilt of the horizontal knife with the other, paying attention to the movements around him.

The blood on one hand is dipped and slippery, and the rough hemp rope is wrapped around the hilt of the horizontal knife, but the other hand is dipped and slippery.

In the darkness, Murong Yan was afraid of being separated from Xue Chongxun. Her strong sense of dependence made her penetrate her fingers between Xue Chongxun's fingers, and her ten fingers were tightly linked...

The palms are opposite.

Xue Chongxun seemed to feel an electric current conveying from her palm, carrying her feelings and emotions, which made people feel empathy.

At this time, he felt that it was worth choosing to protect Murong Yan. Even if Fu Lu was killed and the peace talks failed, what did it matter?

After decades of life, all achievements are all over the world. This Tang Dynasty is no longer the world in memory, everything is like a dream.

I'm here, don't be afraid.Xue Chongxun said softly in Murong Yan's ear.

Murong Yan obediently did not speak, but slowly leaned towards Xue Chongxun and used her physical movements to convey her mood.

One of her hands trembled and hesitated, stretching back from Xue Chongxun's waist, gentle and pity-like.

In the fishy smell of blood, Xue Chongxun smelled a fragrance, and the petals mixed between killing and violence were so strange.

He felt the warm soft and raised object approaching his heart, getting tighter and tighter.

Murong Yan hugged Xue Chongxun across the waist, exerting force so hard that it made people feel difficult to breathe, and her body was still trembling slightly.

After a while, the sound of fighting outside was covered by the noise, and more and more people were coming.Then there was a heavy rumbling sound of horse hooves. It was probably because of the cavalry of the Flying Tiger Regiment stationed near the state yamen who came to reinforce.

Someone outside the warmhouse shouted: Xue Lang!Xue Lang...

Xue Chongxun replied: I'm in there.After shouting, he pushed Murong Yan gently and said, "It's okay now, let go, it's not good to be seen by someone."

Instead of letting go, Murong Yan hugged her tighter. After a while, the footsteps became closer and closer, and she let go and stood aside.

Bao Cheng, who was still wearing white pajamas, walked in with a few soldiers who were also not wearing armor, carrying lanterns, and the warm pavilion suddenly became bright.Bao Cheng clasped his fists and said: The last general led his army to come late!