"I didn't expect the Princess to be as curious as those gossipy women." Zhao Han-chul mocked Huarong instead of answering.
Huarong curled his lips and mocked back, "I see that Yang Ze can't forget you. He chased you all the way here. Aren't you moved at all?"
"It seems that the Princess is tired of living and doesn't want to cherish your life."
Huarong heard the threat in his words. She also heard the sound of arrows piercing through the air. She shut up. Alas, she had to spend a lot of money to hire a hero to protect her when she returned to the capital.
"If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have let those dozens of armed escorts go." Huarong sighed, "You can't buy them with money."
Zhao Han-chul burst out laughing, "If someone wants to kill you, she has many ways. You have many people around you. When there are many people around you, there are many ways to kill you."
"It seems that Crown Prince Zhao is very experienced. Then, can the Crown Prince tell me what's going on?" Huarong pointed at the killers surrounding them. In an instant, the killers lit torches. There were three layers inside and three outside. There were about a hundred people. They thought highly of Zhao Han-chul.
The moment the torches lit up, Zhao Han-chul's expression relaxed. It was as if he didn't care about the killers. He said calmly, "So many people have come. Are you planning to wipe out the sect?"
"The Crown Prince is very arrogant. Our Luosheng Men has been established for a hundred years. We have never met such an arrogant person." A woman walked out from the killers. She was slender and her voice was cold. She was young, but she was already the leader.
Huarong tugged at Zhao Han-chul's clothes, "Why is an assassin organization named Luosheng Men? Is it because I don't know enough about Luosheng Men? "
"You have to ask the founder of Luosheng Men. I heard that she had a tragic experience. If the Princess is interested, you can read more about Jianghu. Many rumors are half true and half false. You can still see some things." Zhao Han-chul replied.
The two of them asked and answered each other. Their voices were not soft, and they were fearless. This made the female leader very unhappy. Her beautiful eyes turned cold as she said, "Kill them!"
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Han-chul took out a writing brush from his sleeve. The writing brush was very magical. It grew as the wind blew, and soon, it grew into a big writing brush as tall as a person. In Huarong's eyes, Zhao Han-chul drew a big circle around her. "As long as the Princess doesn't come out, no one can hurt you."
"Wow, you are Goku, right? Don't worry, I definitely won't be as disobedient as Tang Seng. " Huarong nodded vigorously, his eyes greedily fixed on the pen in Zhao Han-chul's hand. "Crown Prince, you're actually an immortal cultivator, right? Teach me, teach me. You can have as many apprentice fees as you want. "
Seeing her ignorant look, Zhao Han-chul shook his head. Who on earth is this Gu Huarong? It's really strange that someone like Xi Shi would go to such great lengths to protect her, and she doesn't look particularly outstanding.
"Let's talk about it when we're alive." Zhao Han-chul put the writing brush back into his sleeve and pointed his sword at the three groups of killers. "Today, I'd like to learn from the Luosheng Sect."
"Hmph, kill them!" The woman waved her hand, and the killers rushed forward.
Zhao Han-chul and his servant began to fight back to back. Zhu Liu and Shuxiu wanted to help, but they were stopped by Huarong. These killers were well-equipped and experienced. They were no match for them at all.
"Miss, will this circle really work?" Shuxiu asked anxiously.
Huarong actually didn't know whether it would work or not, but she trusted Xi Shi. Xi Shi said that Zhao Han-chul would protect her, so she should trust Zhao Han-chul.
But … she couldn't be blinded. She reached out with trembling hands. "Do you have any more weapons?"
Zhu Liu pulled out a dagger from the belt on his calf and handed it to Huarong. "Miss, this is from Master. He said it could cut iron like mud."
Huarong held the dagger in her hand and felt less nervous. But when she saw Zhao Han-chul and his servant fighting fiercely and blood splattering everywhere, she couldn't help but feel nauseous.
She frowned as she looked at the severed arms, heads, legs, fingers, eyeballs, chunks of flesh, internal organs, and blood splattering everywhere. In less than a quarter of an hour, the originally beautiful place had turned into a hellish battlefield.
"Ugh." Huarong couldn't help but vomit all the dinner she had in the evening. She had seen bloody scenes before, but she had never seen such a gory scene.
Look at the dismembered corpses on the ground. It was so cruel! On TV, it was a lie to say that one stab was fatal and there wasn't much blood! She saw clearly that Zhao Han-chul had stabbed an assassin more than a dozen times, and that person was still alive! What happened to the fragile life? Could it be that Zhao Han-chul's cultivation wasn't high enough, so he couldn't kill the assassin in one move? Or was the assassin so powerful that he could avoid fatal wounds?
She shook her head and thought of Higashito. She thought that Higashito had experienced such a big scene before. No wonder she was less afraid of blood than she was.
Compared to this kind of fight, what was a street fight? It was simply child's play.
Fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, two hours, four hours. The sky was already bright. They could hear people looking for them from afar, especially Zhang Xiaotian's voice.
Seeing that most of her people were dead, the female leader of Luosheng Sect said fiercely, "I didn't expect the Crown Prince's martial arts to improve so much in just a few days. I underestimated you. Farewell."
"The green hills will not change, and the green water will flow forever. Sect Leader, you must wait for this Crown Prince to visit Luosheng Sect. When that time comes, I will not forget today's promise." Zhao Han-chul wiped off the blood on his face and supported the follower who had been cut several times. "How is it?"
"Crown Prince, don't worry. The swordsmanship you gave me is exquisite, and the Neigong mantra is profound. I can still bear it."
"That's good." He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Huarong. Huarong was about to collapse from all the vomiting.
She really couldn't be blamed. Zhao Han-chul had been killing for half the night, and blood had already dyed the ground red. The smell of blood and broken limbs were everywhere. The circle was really effective. Blood couldn't seep into the circle, and it only surrounded Huarong and the others. When the wind blew, one could see the blood moving slightly.
Zhang Xiaotian was the most worried about Huarong, so he ran the fastest. When he stepped into the forest, he couldn't help but vomit a few times while holding onto a bamboo pole. Then, Lou Jun, Yang Ze, and Wen Er also held onto the bamboo pole and vomited. The scene was spectacular.
Huarong looked over weakly and said, "Fortunately, Ruyi didn't come. Otherwise, the beauty would be scared out of her wits."
"Boss, boss, are you okay?" After vomiting, Zhang Xiaotian ran over and was covered in blood. When he arrived in front of Huarong, there was a piece of cloth hanging from his foot. Huarong saw him vomiting again and saw stars.
When they finally returned to the homestay, the people of Family Lou Town had just finished preparing the meal. Huarong saw the chicken drumsticks on the table and thought of the human leg flying in the fire. "Ugh." She vomited again.
Zhao Han-chul shook his head and knocked her out. When the Shuxiu was about to explode, he handed over a porcelain bottle. "Mix the medicine inside with water and feed it to your Miss."
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