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For Song Qingcheng's safety, Pei Huaizhi did not go too far away, but there were too many assassins, and it seemed that he had spent a lot of money.

Pei Huaizhi's face turned cold. After a few moves, he gradually moved away from Song Qingcheng's hiding place.

The scene was truly tragic, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Seeing this, Song Qingcheng took off the silver hairpin on her head and held it tightly in her hand to protect herself in the critical moment.

It takes about two quarters of an hour.

Song Qingcheng gradually discovered that a hole had been torn in the assassins' iron-clad encirclement. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she discovered that something even more serious was yet to come.

Seeing that not only could the other side not get close to Pei Huaizhi, but also that they had lost many men, they advanced instead of retreating, and pounced on Pei Huaizhi even more frantically, and instantly the smell of blood filled the air.

People kept dying under Pei Huaizhi's sharp sword, and they kept rushing forward. The gap that had just been torn open was now surrounded by the enemy's assassins.

At this time, Pei Huaizhi's moon-white robe was stained with blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was Pei Huaizhi's blood or the enemy's. Song Qingcheng's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She kept staring at Pei Huaizhi's direction. He was still injured, and she was afraid that he would fall down after such a big fight.

The person who came was not only an assassin, but also a death warrior. The so-called death warrior will fight to the death and will not care about his own life or death.

As the head of a guard in the team was chopped off by the black-clad assassin and fell in front of Song Qingcheng, the bloody eyes under the head stared at Song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng, who had been relatively calm before, turned pale in an instant.

Even though Song Qingcheng was much braver than ordinary girls, she was still just a little girl after all.

Such a bloody scene still stimulated Song Qingcheng. She then screamed and vomited continuously, but she could only vomit out bitter water.

Although she was born in a military family, her father and two brothers loved her very much. They taught her a lot of strategies and military tactics, but never taught her martial arts, so as not to let her go to the battlefield. Therefore, the scene of corpses and blood flying everywhere today was the first time for her, the daughter of a military family, to see it. Moreover, the methods of these people were extremely cruel and brutal, which made people shudder with fear.

Pei Huaizhi was struggling with several people when he heard, "Catch the woman in front of the stone wall." His face darkened and he looked in the direction of Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng was also stunned, her whole body tensed up, and there was no way to escape now.

I saw several assassins covering their heads and approaching towards Song Qingcheng.

Seeing this, Pei Huaizhi took a blow from the assassin and tried to stop him, but there were too many assassins and he couldn't get away to save Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng was held hostage by the leader of the assassins, who then threw her onto the horse's back and leaped on it himself. Under the cover of other assassins, he broke out of the encirclement.

The incident happened so quickly that Song Qingcheng was a little confused. When she came to her senses, the assassin had already taken her far away.

Only now did she figure it out.

The assassin's target was not Pei Huaizhi, but her!

Song Qingcheng was half lying on the horse's back at this time, her whole body was shaken and dizzy. She forced herself to calm down, only in this way could she think of a way to deal with the situation.

After realizing this, she was no longer panicked. This man held her hostage but did not kill her immediately. He must be planning something.

Could it be that he was using her to threaten Pei Huaizhi? Then the person behind this must have made a wrong calculation. Pei Huaizhi had never been threatened by anyone, but if this was really the case, then the person behind this was going too far.

Apart from Pei Huaizhi, what was the person behind the scenes planning to do to her? What did she have on her? She thought carefully but couldn't figure out anything.

But she was sure that before that, her life should be safe for the time being.

She is now trying to find a way to hold this man back and wait for Pei Huaizhi to escape and rescue her, but she has no confidence that Pei Huaizhi will really come.

"I advise you, if you don't want to die, let me go as soon as possible. My husband will catch up with you soon. If you let me go now, I will let my husband spare your life then."

Song Qingcheng said with difficulty, head down.

But the masked assassin who held him hostage remained unmoved.

Song Qingcheng continued, "How much silver do you want? My husband has money, I'll ask him to give it to you. Why do you have to live on the edge of a knife? If you have the silver, you can marry a wife and have children. Then you can live a happy life with a broad mind and a bright future."

The masked assassin finally spoke, but he was unmoved. "I don't need money."

"Then what do you lack?"

Song Qingcheng asked. She wanted to dig out some useful clues from the masked assassin so that she could make plans.

The masked assassin was silent for a long while. Just when Song Qingcheng thought he would not speak again, he spoke, "How about you spend a night with me, my beauty, and I will let you go"!

As he spoke, one hand was still on Song Qingcheng's hip.

Song Qingcheng was shocked, her face as pale as a sheet of paper. She had forgotten that before this man completed the task, he just had to ensure that she would not die. What if he really got attracted by her beauty and tortured and raped her until nothing was left?

"How outrageous!"

Song Qingcheng shouted sternly with a trembling voice.

The assassin on horseback laughed strangely, and Song Qingcheng felt as if she was trapped in an ice cellar. She comforted herself that the assassin would be afraid of her identity and would not do anything reckless.

But she was still afraid, and her body was shaking with fear.

She couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to save herself, but if she couldn't hit the target in one blow, she would be in greater danger.

She even thought about using her beauty to seduce the assassin and kill him when he was off guard.

But the hand on her buttocks became more and more presumptuous. Even though it was covered by clothes, it still made her feel extremely disgusted. She could no longer tolerate it.

She touched the hairpin hidden in her sleeve, suddenly turned over, used the strength of her waist to raise her upper body, and instantly inserted the silver hairpin into the assassin's neck. Blood spurted out instantly, splashing all over her head and face.

At the same time, there was a sound of an arrow breaking through the air, which went straight through the assassin's eyebrows.

The sharp arrow pierced his brain, and the silver hairpin was so deep that the bone was visible. The assassin groaned and fell off the horse with a bang. The horse was frightened and fled forward at a faster speed. Song Qingcheng just went from lying on the horse's back to lying on its back. She looked up at the sky, but she had no support. Fortunately, her waist was soft, otherwise she would have been broken into two.

She turned her head to look, and saw Pei Huaizhi and his horse piercing the sky and galloping towards her. She finally felt relieved. Perhaps it was because she saw Pei Huaizhi that she felt extremely aggrieved.

She looked at Pei Huaizhi with red eyes. It was all his fault. If it weren't for him, she would still be living a rich and peaceful life in the capital.

She was completely crazy when she got off the horse. She wanted to control the reins, but it was too late. There was no way to save herself. At such a fast speed, she was ready to be smashed to pieces.