Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Qianhe is still puzzled, but the people in front of her have already started fighting.A figure flew towards this side, and she dodged in surprise.Warm blood spurted out and landed on her fair face.Looking at the person who twitched a few times on the ground, the opened knife wound, the blood-soaked clothes, the eyes that were dying, he was dead...

"Let's go." A Nuo just glanced at the corpse that died on the ground indifferently. She was often in the barracks and saw killings. Although she felt chills in her heart, she would not stand stupidly.

Qianhe's face was dull, she was completely frightened. "Dead?" It's not that she has never seen a dead person, but it's the first time she's seen such a dead person.

"Yes, if you don't leave, you may die." A Nuo said mercilessly, pulling Qianhe and running along with the crowd.

The flow of people naturally hid or ran towards her home quickly. She had a clear mind and quickly found the way she came even though the scene was chaotic.Taking advantage of Na Muhan not catching her, she had to run quickly.

While dodging the long sword stabbed by the opponent, Na Muhan carefully looked for the weak point to fight back.The scimitar in his hand was extremely agile, and the blade reflected layers of cold light.

"Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate this king?" He raised his scimitar to block the long sword that was about to cut towards his neck. His dark brown eyes were like a lion.The surrounding temperament exudes, and instantly turns into a general with golden arms and iron horses.

"It's the one who wants your life, because you should kill it." The other party's words were merciless, and his eyes were as sharp as a poisonous snake looking for its prey.

"Are you Han people?" Na Muhan swept the scimitar, looking for a gap, and struck, the sharp blade cut through the opponent's body, leaving a bright red on the silver.

The other party made a muffled sound, as if he didn't care about the knife wound on his waist, and the long sword rolled towards Na Muhan like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.The sharp blade was stained with blood, and Na Muhan was stabbed in three places on the arm.

His long eyebrows frowned, but he didn't say a word.Since he is a Han Chinese, it is naturally impossible to retreat easily. The Southern Song Dynasty has not forgotten that these people must want to kill him and blame others.In that way, if he died, the Mongolian court would also start a cold war.Although Dayuan has just been established, his brothers have already started a struggle for the reserve position.The blood lay down along the arm, slid over the bluish-white joints, stained the round fingertips red and dripped to the ground.

The black-clothed assassin didn't give Na Muhan any time to rest, and turned his sword around to attack again.

Na Muhan held the scimitar tightly in his hand, and there was a look of anger in his eyes.This person had ulterior motives and wanted to cause their brothers to fight.What's more, he also prevented him from looking for Amur.He discovered just now that Amur had slipped away while he was being assassinated.Feeling annoyed for a while, he should have left her in the first place.

Blocking the long sword, his dark brown eyes suddenly changed, and cold frost seemed to cover his pupils in an instant.Damn assassin, if it wasn't for him, he would have brought Amur back home by now.A cold light flashed on the scimitar, reflecting a long shadow.

Na Muhan rushed up like an angry lion, the blood on his arm splashed out, and fell on the ground, printing a bloody flower.His scimitar was sharp, and his speed was tricky and fast, and several wounds appeared on the assassin's body immediately.Although the other party hurt him, but now he wants to leave a life alive, this person must not let him die so easily.