The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

At the same time, a luxurious carriage was slowly approaching on a small road not far from Tianmu Mountain.

When passing by a low-lying area, suddenly, the floating maple leaves were torn apart with the sound of breaking wind.

The black spots that broke out from it quickly transformed into countless sharp arrows, attacking the carriage.

"Be careful, there is an assassin!"

The leading guard immediately drew the sword at his waist to block.

The people sitting in the carriage felt the carriage shake violently and then stop.

He immediately held onto the wall of the car to steady himself.

Then he suddenly opened the curtain, and there was a whoosh sound.

A long arrow suddenly pierced the shaft of the carriage.

Jun Zhiling's face was gloomy. If he leaned forward a little, the long arrow would pierce his thigh.

He moved his feet and looked at the chaotic scene in front of him with a gloomy face.

The men in black who were lying in ambush on the trees attacked him like rolled-up fallen leaves, and soon engaged in a fight with his men.

The sound of fierce swords and sabers clanging was heard continuously. This was the third assassination attempt this month!

Just observing the moves and techniques of these men in black, they seemed to be much faster and more fierce than the previous two times.

The red fox stood guard in front of the carriage. After slashing a man in black's neck with a sword, he turned sideways and said, "Your Highness, these people are obviously well prepared. I will escort you away first."

In a hidden place on the hillside, a few people stood indifferently, looking down at the bloody scene with cold eyes.

A man in black frowned as he looked at the two fighting teams.

How can this be explained by a simple "lesson"?

It was clearly an inhumane massacre.

Every time the man in black attacked, he was either aiming for his opponent's life or breaking his limbs.

He was ordered to monitor this operation, and for the first time he felt that the East Factory's methods were even more ruthless and cruel than those of the West Factory.

His sharp eyes swept towards the man in front of him who was wearing half a red-gold mask.

Who on earth is this person? Why is he so highly regarded by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that he was allowed to join the assassination halfway?

Looking at the current situation, he is clearly disobeying orders and acting on his own.

If something really happens to the Fourth Prince, it is hard to guarantee that it will not ruin the master's plans.

He took two steps forward in dissatisfaction and said, "Sir, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince only said to teach the Fourth Prince a lesson, and you are..."

The man stood with his hands behind his back, not saying a word, looking at him with cold eyes.

The man in black suddenly felt a chilling sense of crisis running through his body and he stopped talking unconsciously.

Seeing that he stopped talking nonsense, Jun Zhao happily turned away his cold gaze.

He turned to look at Jun Zhiling in the carriage, a hint of bloodthirsty joy welled up in his sinister eyes.

He raised his arm slightly, and the beggar on the side immediately understood what he meant and handed over the crossbow in his hand.

The moment the slender white knuckles grasped the wooden crossbow, the violent visual impact seemed out of place.

He played with it in his hand casually for a while, and then aimed the crossbow at Jun Zhiling who jumped off the carriage.

The man in black laughed in his heart when he saw this, thinking that as a mere scholar, he might be good at giving advice.

But if you talk about killing people, I'm afraid it's just pretense and bullying...

However, the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he stood there in astonishment.

The crossbow arrow flew through the crowd of people with a swish, and shot straight into Jun Zhiling's arm with an unstoppable momentum.

The man in black was shocked for a moment, his face changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand to stop him, "Stop, you actually dare to disobey the order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, uh..."

Even though he was so close, he couldn't see clearly how the person in front of him made his move!

A bone-gnawing pain came from the wrist, the wrist bone was cut off neatly, and the five bloody fingers smashed into the fallen leaves on the ground.

Shanqi covered his mouth and nose tightly, clamped his body, and pressed him to the ground.

Jun Zhao had a melancholy smile on his face. He turned the bloody dagger in his hand and said, "If the lesson is not deep enough, how can you remember it?"

His tone was so calm and cold, as if he was just gossiping, yet it was so earnest and heartfelt that it was impossible to refute.

But the look on the man in black's face when he looked at him had become extremely terrified.

His face was pale and he was whimpering, trying desperately to make a sound.

Only at this moment did he truly feel the bone-eating breath of death.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

But the man slowly raised the crossbow in his hand and aimed it at his heart.

As if suddenly remembering something, he let out a heartless smile, "By the way, I don't like others telling me how to do things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a dull puffing sound.

The crossbow arrow instantly penetrated the flesh and nailed the person firmly to the ground.

The man in black had his eyes wide open and blood gushing out from the corners of his mouth. He struggled slightly twice and then stopped moving.

But in those unwilling pupils, the man's crazy appearance like a devil was still reflected.

Jun Zhao threw the crossbow arrow to the person beside him, took the towel and wiped the scarlet stains on the dagger bit by bit, then let the man be dragged away and buried hastily in the ground.

His cold eyes turned to the figure in the distance.

Half of Jun Zhiling's arm was soaked in bright red blood, and he was supported by the red fox as he fled in a panic into the depths of the forest.

Only when the assassin chasing him disappeared did Jun Zhiling finally sit down against a maple tree.

He looked up at the mottled light and shadows falling through the gaps between the leaves, and let the red fox quickly stop the bleeding and bandage his wounds.

He thought this assassination would be the same as the previous two, painless.

I didn't expect that I was still careless.

Different from the previous two assassination attempts, this time it was carried out in broad daylight, and they did not take him, the Fourth Prince, seriously at all!

It seems that there are more people taking action this time than just the prince.

Such a brutal attack might have someone else behind it.

In the main hall of Huaguang Temple.

Mu Luan held the copied scriptures and worshiped devoutly in front of the golden Buddha statue with his hands clasped together.

Then he left the temple and put the scriptures into the paper burning furnace to burn them.

The temple is bustling with people coming and going.

Since she was waiting for her second brother and Ayin, she strolled around the temple leisurely.

Although I have lived in this place for nearly a month, it still feels very unfamiliar now.

The last time I came here, it was a very cold winter day. I just kept myself warm in the dormitory and ignored the quiet and secluded scenery of the bamboo forest.

"Yaoyao!"

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice behind me.

Mu Luan looked back in surprise and saw Song Wenjing, wearing a moon-white robe, standing under a bamboo forest.

She subconsciously wanted to murmur "Brother Jing", but a cold voice suddenly echoed in her mind: Don't call him Brother Jing anymore!

Mu Luan suddenly felt a tightness in her throat, and in just a moment, Song Wenjing had already walked up to her.

"I thought of coming here to try my luck, but I didn't expect to actually meet Yaoyao," Song Wenjing's voice was low and mellow, as comfortable and gentle as the warm sun.

"Why is Your Highness here?" Mu Luan asked.