Crazy villains for redemption, I was reborn three times

She turned her head in a little doubt, but there was nothing unusual behind her.

She was eating the candied haws in her hand, but her big eyes narrowed slightly.

Instead, he saw a clothing shop selling clothes, and he waved to Chunhong because he didn't know what he thought of.

After Chunhong approached, Qiao Sui whispered something in her ear.

Seeing Chunhong's pursed lips and nervousness, Qiao Sui patted her hand, "Got it, so I want to go and see what I need to buy now, you go back and get the money."

Chunhong nodded and took a step first.

Qiao Sui watched her back go away, and after disappearing, she walked into the Tailoring Pavilion, with Yan Muhan following behind her.

When the people who were ordered to kill Yan Muhan caught up behind him, apart from a few guests, there was only one wide open window in Taiyi Pavilion, and their target and the woman had disappeared.

Obviously, the woman had already spotted them.

"Damn it!" The leader cursed angrily, "Chase!"

When a group of people chased them out, Qiao Sui and Yan Muhan were in the alley beside them.

From this angle, it was difficult for this group of unknown and ill-intentioned guys to see them.

She tightly grasped Yan Muhan's sleeve, watching those people walk by, the naked eye could see the tension.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the group of people disappeared.

Qiao Sui pulled Yan Muhan to another direction.

It's just that there are some blunt voices coming from the dark, a little weird in the silence.

"I have a bad feeling..."

Sure enough, men in black suddenly appeared here and there.

Qiao Sui had been prepared for a long time and had already set his sights on the direction. As soon as he grabbed Yan Muhan's hand, he ran all the way.

There were also footsteps behind him.

Urgent and fast, the visitors were not kind, and they felt more oppressive than those people just now.

Obviously, there are two groups of people following them. Compared with those people just now, these people are much more difficult to deal with now.

36 counting is the best!

Qiao Sui grabbed Yan Muhan and ran faster. She could feel the other party's pursuit, and her face became more and more ugly.

Yan Muhan looked at the hand she was holding tightly, and remained silent all the way.

After a long time, he stopped and said, "Miss, let me handle it here."

Qiao Sui also knew that today's matter could not be avoided if he was not confrontational.

She also stood still and adjusted her breathing slightly.

Originally, I didn't want to get involved in the struggle and fight to the death with others, but since I couldn't avoid it, there was nothing I could do.

Qiao Sui's face became more and more serious, "Who do you think these people are?"

Yan Muhan just shook his head.

But the other party really didn't say a word. When people rushed in, she didn't know where the courage came from. She dragged Yan Muhan behind her and greeted him head-on. The knife flashed, and she dodged , grabbed the wrist of the visitor instead, and with skill, the long sword fell to the ground.

Then came a side kick.

This kick literally kicked the person several meters away, and the movement was swift and precise. One person fell to the ground, and several people retreated subconsciously.

Qiao Sui forgot that the original owner's body was no better than his own, so he exerted too much force, and the severe pain hit him. The expression on his face twisted into a mask of pain, and he held Yan Muhan, sweating coldly.

"My feet!"

Yan Muhan, "..."

The man in black in front of them didn't intend to give them a chance to breathe, and rushed forward.

Yan Muhan's eyes were slightly cold, and he drew his sword.

When Qiao Sui watched the blood splatter, his pupils shrank slightly, and his feet seemed to be frozen in place.

Depend on……

Having lived for more than 20 years, she has never seen such a scene, and she didn't notice the sneak attacking person beside her at all.

When she noticed, she saw Yan Muhan's eyebrows tightened, and the long sword was about to pierce her.

Qiao Sui only felt a gust of wind pass by the side of his face.

Something flew towards the man in black.

The man in black backed away abruptly.

An ax was inlaid on a tree, and a drop of sweat dripped from the face of the man in black under the mask and flowed into his neck.

And Qiao Sui looked at the... ax with only one thought in mind.

Great.

She looked in the direction the ax came from, and saw a young man carrying a bamboo basket. The young man was dressed plainly, with many patches on his head, and his family background was not very rich.

She came to her senses hearing the sound of fighting.

Qiao Sui watched as Yan Muhan pierced the chest of the man in black next to her, and he was already covered in blood.

Something looks wrong.

As if killing red-eyed, the methods became more and more cruel.

These men in black didn't expect to meet such a lunatic, and they started to feel a little scared.

At this time, a group of people in the distance arrived late.

It was Qiao Sui who asked Chunhong to go back and find him.

The man in black fled, but Yan Muhan was about to chase him, but Qiao Sui held him back.

"Mu Han." With calmness in her brows and eyes, she stopped him, "It's fine."

Yan Muhan wanted to shake off her hand at that moment, but he forcibly held back.

He suddenly began to loathe, loathing her like this, as well as himself.

He could see how embarrassed and dirty he was in her eyes.

The heart is like being stabbed by a needle.

Qiao Sui felt him trembling.

But she didn't know what she could do, she could only look at the man on the other side.

"Thank you son for saving my life, there is no repayment, only..."

The man waved his hand, bypassed Yan Muhan, and pulled out the ax embedded in the tree heavily, "I don't need it if I promise you with my body, it's just a matter of raising my hands, I can't afford it for a little girl from a rich family like you." .”

He put the ax into the basket, nodded slightly to her, and walked away leisurely.

Qiao Sui originally wanted to invite him to his house for tea and dinner, and thought about how to thank him by the way, but he didn't give him the chance at all.

Looking at the young man's back, Qiao Sui looked puzzled, "Did I say that I would make a promise with my body?"

But others have gone far.

"Miss!" When Chunhong led the people over, almost all of them rushed forward.

Qiao Sui caught her and sprained her foot again.

For a moment, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Foot feet, my feet."

Chunhong backed away immediately, "Miss... are you okay?"

She noticed the corpses around her, and held Qiao Sui's sleeve tightly. Seeing that Yan Muhan was covered in blood, her heart trembled. She looked at him like she was looking at a monster she never knew.

Qiao Sui turned sideways to block her gaze.

"It's okay, let's go back."

Yan Muhan looked at his feet, not knowing how she would respond.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly gathered strength and jumped up on one foot.

Before she had time to say anything, she had already jumped a long way.

She might actually be planning to just jump back.

Qiao Sui's wrist was suddenly pulled lightly.

She looked sideways at Yan Muhan, who had already knelt down in front of her, "Miss, I'll carry you back."

"No need..." Qiao Sui wanted to refuse, but under his stubborn gaze, he felt a little helpless, "Have you forgotten? You still have injuries."

Yan Muhan shook his head.

Seeing him persist, Qiao Sui felt very heartwarming. Their little villain is really a kind person.

She felt that a lot of things were actually mutual. It was fine if he treated her well and she treated him well. If she was always polite and careful, she would be petty.

She agreed this time, and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her on his back. There was no ambiguity in these movements.

Chun Hong, who came to the side, didn't say anything, because Miss was the master, Mu Han was the slave, and the master was injured, so it was only natural for the slave to carry the master on his back.

Yan Muhan carried Qiao Sui on his back, but his heart was not at peace.

He asked himself, is it because she has changed so much in the past few days, even protecting him and taking care of him, will he forget all the past, forgive her, and be willing to be this woman's slave for the rest of his life?

the answer is negative.

The humiliation he suffered in the past was engraved in his heart like a brand, and he would never stop at this place.

He is going to a higher place.

Even stepping on her.

So it would be useless for her to do anything else, all he did was to use her.

Where no one could see, the boy's eyes flashed deep and dark.