Encountering Danger Again Chapter 60

  The black-clad attacker's knife halted abruptly in mid-air, staring at the gentle smile that suddenly rose to Yuan Long's lips, and for some reason, he involuntarily retreated two steps.

  There were black-clad men who noticed Xia Tian, Yuan Longqiao flipped his hand and drew a sword flower, exerting all his strength. Anyone who blocked him at close range would be killed by the sword. He rushed to her side quickly, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and pulled her into his arms, blocking all the dangers around her.

  More and more people rushed up, surrounding them tightly in the center. She stood behind him, her wrist still firmly grasped by his hand. Blood, severed limbs, skulls, corpses... wails, roars, crashes, fractures... Xia Tian wanted to cry, but the slaughter before her eyes didn't allow her a moment's time to indulge her fear and helplessness. What kind of world was this! Terrorist attacks happened from time to time, and life safety could hardly be guaranteed at all. Only now did she realize that crossing over wasn't just about romance and beauty, but also had such a cruel and brutal side. And this, was the most real reality!

  The red blood splattered, she closed her eyes in shock, and her body was involuntarily moved by Yuan Longqiao. When she opened them again, she had already been tightly pressed into his arms. She slowly raised her head, and her gaze fell upon his firm jawline and tightly pursed lips. As if sensing her gaze, he lowered his head amidst the chaos, their eyes met, and his pupils deepened, quietly rippling with a warm pattern. He wrapped his large hand around hers, pressing her head back onto his chest. "Be good, lower your head." His voice was still chilly, but no longer icy, instead like winter sunshine.

  In the summer, she listened to him and buried her head in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist, securing herself in his embrace. One ear was filled with the desolate cries of the battlefield, while the other was filled with the powerful beats of his heart. She suddenly felt a strong sense of security, and very willingly entrusted herself to him.

  "Your Highness!"

  "Are you alright, Your Highness?"

  Two guards rushed into the encirclement and stood on either side of Yuan Longqiao.

  "It's nothing." As soon as the words fell, Yuan Longqiao had already swung his sword and pierced a guard's throat. This sudden change came too quickly, and the guard hadn't even reacted before his severed artery poured out his hot blood and life. However, another guard reacted faster, and at the moment Yuan Longqiao's treasured sword was thrust out, his own sword had also swung over. With Xia Tian in tow, their actions were ultimately blocked. This sword was unavoidable, and with so many assassins surrounding them, Yuan Longqiao hugged the person in his arms tightly, relying on his martial arts skills to twist his body and use his back to forcibly receive that sword.

  "Whoosh... Boom!"

  The sword did not fall, Yuan Longqiao turned his head back, and saw that the guard had a white-feathered arrow stuck in the back of his neck, his eyes wide with disbelief as he fell to the ground dead.

  "Third brother! We're here!"

  It was Xiaogui's voice, Yuan Longqiao looked up at the figure running towards him, and finally a hint of relief appeared on his face.

  "Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two more arrows pierced the air, hitting two assassins' necks with precision and deadliness. Yuan Longqiao smiled slightly, acknowledging that Yuwen's archery skills had improved again.

  "Third Brother, are you alright? I arrived at the mansion to inform you of something but was a step too late. I had no choice but to look for Yuwen instead. How did you end up here? You're really making us search all over for you!" Yuan Longyun rattled on like a bean spouting out of a pod.

  Looking at the imperial guards shot dead by white feather arrows on the ground, Yuan Longxiang asked in confusion: "Why would they turn around and attack Third Brother?"

  "It seems that the Ling Wang Fu is no longer clean, among the guards, or perhaps not just the guards, have been bought off." Yuwen Qiming shot and killed several more assassins, finally opening a gap in the encirclement around Yuan Longqiao.

  Yuan Longqiao's face was calm and unruffled, his cold eyes gazing at the chaotic battle around him, lost in thought.

  In the summer, I heard a voice and couldn't help but poke my head out of Yuan Longqiao's arms. With a quiver on his back and a longbow in hand, the person in front of him had a high nose and deep eyes, like the war god in Greek murals. And next to him was the person that made Summer widen her eyes and exclaim: "Long Qi!"

  Yuan Longlin also saw the person in San Ge's arms at this moment, his surprise was no less than hers. His eyebrows rose, and his eyes widened even more: "Fang... Fang? How is it you?"

  The two hadn't even had time to exchange a few more words when Yuan Longqiao pinched Xia Tian's wrist and quickly dragged her away, shouting: "Xiao Qi, Yuwen, leave this place to you!"