Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

As Lan Qian entered the new world, she heard the sound of a sharp arrow flying through the air. The sound almost passed by her ear, and the sharp arrow would have cut her skin just a little bit.

Fight? Assassination?

She opened her eyes and the scene seemed to be in the mountains.

"Swish——", another sharp arrow came.

The arrow was coming towards her front. If she didn't avoid or block it in time, she would definitely be injured. Lan Qian's expression remained unchanged. She just slightly turned her body to let the sharp arrow pass by.

"Tyrant, today is the day you die!"

Someone yelled.

Lan Qian looked over following the sound and saw a fierce fight going on not far ahead. On one side were a large number of masked men in night clothes, while on the other side were well-trained men in uniform, and their clothes did not look like those of ordinary guards.

tyrant?

She looked at the person in the center of the other side, only to see that person wearing a dark-colored dragon robe with dark patterns. His face, as perfect as a god, was cold and ruthless. Although he had no expression or movement, the powerful and noble aura emanating from his body was enough to scare people away.

This world... is he a tyrant?

emperor?

So who is she?

Lan Qian looked down at what she was wearing. She was wearing a light blue long brocade gauze dress with delicate snow-white patterns embroidered on the edges. She had a blue ribbon around her waist and a top-grade colored glass pendant on the left side of the ribbon.

Just looking at the way they are dressed, they don’t look like an ordinary family.

But she seemed to be here alone, with no guards around her and no one to protect her.

Before he had time to absorb the memories and the plot, a group of masked men in black suddenly jumped out of the woods. Originally, there was a gap in the number of people on the two sides fighting, and now the men in black had the upper hand.

The guards surrounding the man were dispersed, and several men in black attacked directly towards the final target, but before they got close to him, the sharp sword quickly cut through their necks and they fell to the ground silently.

The young emperor's eyes were deep and sinister, and a drop of blood slowly dripped along the edge of the sword in his hand.

Another masked man attacked, with the same fate.

Even so, those masked killers seemed to be fearless and pounced on them wave after wave, as if to exhaust the opponent's physical strength. Not only that, more and more masked men came out of the woods. They had only one goal, which was to kill the tyrant.

The guards had already been dispersed, and more and more masked men were surrounding that man. Lan Qian's eyes were slightly stern, and she quickly came to his side.

She held a sword in her hand, and wherever she passed, the masked killers were instantly cut in the neck and fell to the ground. Seeing her actions, the young emperor seemed to look in her direction.

His expression was cold and hard to understand.

The masked killers around them did not give them a chance to communicate. They killed one group after another and attacked them continuously.

Gradually, they were pushed to the edge of a cliff.

Lan Qian glanced at the cliff behind her. It was bottomless and if she fell down she would probably be smashed to pieces. However... her gaze paused for a moment between her fingers.

As long as the ring is here, there shouldn't be any problem.

There are too many killers. If they drag on, both she and Mo Chen will be exhausted. Now she still knows nothing about this world, so it would be better for her to jump off the cliff, which will be more beneficial to the current situation.

As she was thinking, there was a "puff" sound beside her.

It was the sound of a sword piercing flesh.

"Mo Chen!"

Lan Qian's pupils shrank.

With a flick of his wrist, he killed the assassin who had stabbed him.

Fight off several killers around.

She hurried to check his wound. Fortunately, the sword did not hit the vital part. However, even though it did not hit the vital part, the wound was just above his chest and was not a simple minor injury.

The young emperor didn't seem to care about his injury and didn't even frown. Instead, his gaze fell on the girl, his deep eyes filled with a bit of inquiry and confusion.

Seeing that the killers were about to surround them again, Lan Qian's eyes darkened, and she made a quick decision, grabbing Mo Chen's hand and jumping off the cliff.