The three archers all aimed their bows and arrows at Qin Zhou, waiting for the leader's order to shoot Qin Zhou through the heart.
"Mom, be careful." Murong Jin lay on Qin Zhou's back without any intention and hugged Qin Zhou's neck tightly.
"Well, just hold on to your mother." Qin Zhou seemed not to care, but she had already made a plan in her mind. She wanted to rush out when the archers were changing arrows.
The assassin leader sneered and was about to give an order, but who would have thought that a spherical object fell from the sky and rolled in front of the archers, exploding and spewing out thick smoke, blocking everyone's view.
Qin Zhou was also surprised by the sudden smoke, and immediately asked Murong Jin to cover his mouth and nose, preparing to escape in the chaos.
All I heard were a few "bang bang bang" sounds and the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground all around, but there was not even any screaming.
"Mother, has anyone come to rescue us?" Murong Jin asked in a low voice.
"I don't know whether they are enemies or friends. Cover your mouth and nose. I will take you out." Qin Zhou retreated in the opposite direction of the assassins with full vigilance.
Suddenly a big hand reached out and grabbed her arm holding the sword, and Qin Zhou punched her immediately.
The man easily blocked her punch and took a step back, avoiding her raised leg.
Seeing Qin Zhou change his hand and take the sword to stab him, he hurriedly grabbed her hand, pulled her in front of him, and said in a low voice: "I am not an assassin. Follow me and I will take you out."
The voice sounded like a stranger, and the accent didn't sound local, yet it seemed strangely familiar.
Qin Zhou was about to ask the other party about his identity, but when he lowered his head, he saw what the other party was wearing on his hand. He was stunned for a moment.
This ring...
Seeing that she did not react, Fan Qingyi stopped attacking and hurriedly pulled her out of the smoke circle and ran to a safe place.
"Qin Zhou, you bastard, where are you going to escape to?"
As soon as the two men came out of the smoke circle, they were discovered by the assassin leader who also ran out. He chased after them with knives and several injured assassins who had retreated earlier.
"You guys go quickly, I'll delay him!" Fan Qingyi pushed Qin Zhou away, took out the notched machete from his waist, and brandished it with great vigor, going forward fearlessly.
Qin Zhou came to his senses and found that the other party was only dressed as a hunter. Although he was strong and powerful, he was still at a disadvantage under the siege of several assassins. Not long after, he was scratched.
Picking up his sword, Qin Zhou also joined the battle.
As soon as Qin Zhou joined, the situation immediately improved, and for a while the two sides were tied.
In a short while, several assassins fell to the ground, leaving only two still struggling.
"Leave him alive." Qin Zhou warned. This group of assassins came well prepared, and there must be someone in the palace to support them.
"Okay." Fan Qingyi had just finished speaking when he knocked out the assassin who was fighting with him. Then he saw the assassin leader took out a poison needle and shot it at Qin Zhou. He rushed over without thinking, "Be careful!"
He shot back three of the four poison needles, and the remaining one just passed by him.
"I can not be reconciled!"
The assassin leader got what he deserved and fell to the ground, dying with his eyes open.
"Are you OK!"
Seeing that the assassin leader died so easily, Qin Zhou hurried forward to check on the benefactor who helped him block the poison needle.
Fan Qingyi gritted his teeth and tore off his sleeve, only to see that the wound had turned black.
"You must not waste your luck." Qin Zhou hurriedly pressed his acupoints to squeeze out the poisonous blood and prevent the poison from spreading.
"Okay!" Fan Qingyi nodded heavily, and then his whole body fell backwards uncontrollably, raising a cloud of dust.
(End of this chapter)