The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

His Majesty lightly mentioned the fact that Duke Jingguo was rude to Princess Mingnuo.

As for His Majesty, he still favors Duke Jingguo after all. The compensation to Leng Xinmo was only for the Queen Mother.

Leng Xinmo sat in the software with his eyes closed.

Ah Xiu looked at Leng Xinmo with heartache. Yu'er, who usually chattered, kept her mouth tightly shut at this time.

I dared not speak out, for fear of upsetting the princess.

"Who are you?" A surprised shout came from outside the sedan!

"Whoosh..."

A short arrow flew through the air and shot into the sedan chair.

"what…"

"Miss…"

Leng Xinmo pulled Yue'er towards him with his left hand, and the dagger in his right sleeve slipped out. He held it in his hand and stabbed it quickly.

With a "ding..." sound, a short arrow shot into the window frame of the carriage.

"Stay in the car and don't move!"

Leng Xinmo said in a low voice.

He casually threw the dagger in his right hand.

"Well!"

The masked man in the lead turned his head and looked at his subordinate who was hit in the forehead by a dagger shot out quickly from the carriage, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He looked up and saw the woman in gorgeous clothes and with a beautiful face standing in front of him.

That familiar face appeared before my eyes again after so many years.

The masked man closed his eyes and murmured softly: Sorry!

He opened his eyes again, without saying another word, drew the sword from his waist, and flew towards Leng Xinmo.

"Princess, be careful, damn it!"

Tian Er was also harassed by several black men and couldn't get away, so he couldn't help cursing.

Damn it! These guys are so difficult to deal with, the guy who is facing the princess must be even more powerful!

If Princess Mingnuo gets hurt again, I’ll be dead!

The faster Tian Er wanted to strike, the easier it was for him to reveal his flaws, and he was hit several times.

The masked leader drew his sword extremely quickly and fiercely.

Leng Xinmo, with his left hand connected to five daggers by the Heavenly Silk, looked like a five-head-long snake sword, flexible and changeable.

The leader is tall and strong.

Leng Xinmo has a slender figure and is as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The moves of both were strangely similar, both were extremely vicious, focusing on attacking the opponent's vital points without leaving any room for the other.

"Hmm, pfft..."

Tian Er was kicked to the ground by a man in black, and another man immediately came forward and slashed at him with a sword.

Tian Er leaned sideways, trying to block with his arm: Damn it! From now on, I will be the one-armed man.

Leng Xinmo manipulated the Tiancan silk with his left hand and fought with the masked man.

He shot out a flying knife with his right hand, blocking it for Tian Er, which was a long sword that was big enough to cut off one of his arms.

The aphrodisiac that had been suppressed in the body began to backfire due to the activation of internal force.

He missed his target for just a split second, and the masked leader seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the left chest with a sword.

"The princess!"

Tian Er’s eyes were bloodshot and he let out a loud roar.

Before Leng Xinmo fell to the ground, he tried his best, turned his right hand, and threw out the last two flying knives.

The bullets shot directly at the masked leader's forehead and heart, two fatal places.

The masked leader quickly bent down to avoid the fatal blow between his eyebrows, but failed to completely avoid the second flying knife.

A flying knife pierced my right chest. You gave me a sword and I gave you a knife, which is quite appropriate.

But compared to the masked leader, he only suffered minor injuries.

Leng Xinmo's sword would cause much more serious injuries.

More importantly, the aphrodisiac in her body had begun to backfire, leaving her unable to resist.

Facing that, with an abnormal flush on his face, he had fought to exhaustion.

But his eyes were fixed on the woman he was with, as if she were a ghost with hatred.

The masked leader moved, and there was a barely perceptible pause for a second.

Raise the sword again...

"Don't! Stop!"

"Princess..."

The heart-wrenching sounds of Tian Er, Yue Er and others seemed a little hazy, as if they came from the horizon.

Coming to another world, he still couldn't escape the fate of being killed.

Perhaps the only difference is that in my previous life, no one would care even if I died.

At the last moment when Leng Xinmo felt the oncoming deadly sword energy, he gave up.

A strong force on his waist pulled him away from danger.

For the first time, Leng Xinmo felt that this man's chest was so comfortable.

Leng Xinmo leaned in Qian Wushang's arms, his misty eyes, and raised his head slowly.

Looking at Qian Wushang, he was staring at the masked leader in front of him with a murderous look on his face.

An aura filled with murderous intent surrounded Qian Wushang, like a Shura on earth.

Leng Xinmo breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he would not die.

Qian Wushang hugged Leng Xinmo with one hand, his whole body was hot, and he kept rubbing against him.

He fought the masked leader with one hand, and the battle became more fierce.

When he saw the woman falling to the ground in a mess, a surge of anger surged in his chest.

For the first time, he had the urge to destroy everything.

Especially when I saw those red eyes slowly closing.

He wished he could hold that woman in his arms and make her one with him.

He knew that he couldn't look down at the person in his arms right now.

He was afraid of himself and couldn't help but hurt her.

He could only vent his violent anger on the people who hurt her.

In the end, the masked leader was defeated by the furious Qian Wushang.

The men around him were all killed or wounded in the encirclement and suppression by Tianyi and others.

The masked leader had to throw a smoke bomb and escape with his seriously injured body.

Qian Wushang brought Leng Xinmo, who was feeling hot all over, back to Prince Sheng's Mansion.

Looking at Tian Yi and others who were following closely, he only said, "Wait outside the house..."

Then he closed the door.

Leng Xinmo was obviously a little confused at this moment.

Qian Wushang had a dark face and tried to pull the woman, who was rubbing against him, off his body with one hand.

One hand supplies her with internal energy.

"Mm, it's hot..."

"Huh! You still feel hot?"

"Qian Wushang, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"You should! You feel uncomfortable now? It's too late!"

"Well, take it off, take it off!"

"Take off...take off my clothes, why?"

"Take it off, you take it off too, humph! If you don't let me take it off, then I'll take mine off!"

"Leng Xinmo, you woman, do you still have any sense of shame?"

"Wuwuwu... You are so mean to me! It hurts so much, you bad guy..."

"I...I...I didn't mean to you. Oh, don't cry. I'll take it off for you."

"Hey, you're so nice! You have such strong chest muscles."

"Sit still! Don't touch me."

"Ouch...my chest hurts!"

"You touch it..."

People standing or kneeling outside the house were listening to the conversations that came out from inside the house from time to time.

Everyone wanted to lower their heads to the ground, and the blush on their faces spread behind their ears.