Time Travel: Wei Xiaobao's Descendants

Chapter 27 [27] The Prince of Chaos

Yinxiang looked at the running fire and the chaotic noise in the distance, and said to himself, so lively?Could it be that there really are assassins?Could it be that in this era, there really are such legendary out-of-the-world experts and martial arts heroes?Otherwise, who would dare rush to the heavily guarded palace to assassinate without a skill?
assassinate?who?

Could it be Kangxi?Yin Xiang recalled that in the early Qing Dynasty, there seemed to be many non-government organizations that raised the banner of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, forming cliques.

"Don't let the thief escape! You guys go to Ganqing Palace to search, you, you, and you, carefully search every dark corner..."

The loud voice commanded a group of imperial infantry holding torches to rush towards Yinxiang.

"Could the assassin come this way? NND, don't hurt Chiyu, let's find a place to hide first!" Yinxiang watched a group of forbidden troops rushing towards him, and thought to himself that the forbidden army must be after the assassin. Come here, in order to prevent accidentally bumping into the hands of the assassin, it's better not to wander around for the time being.

Looking back, there was a bunch of rockery beside the waterside pavilion, Yinxiang didn't even think about it, he quickly slipped over and got into the dark corner of the rockery.

Yinxiang pressed his back against the cracks of the rockery, seeing that he was hiding well, that he would not be easily discovered, he exhaled, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't meet the assassin, or I will die!"

"Don't make a sound!"

Suddenly, a cold breath came from the back.

"You... Are you a human or a ghost?" Yinxiang was startled.

"If you make any more noises, I'll kill you!" It was obviously a young woman's voice, the voice was very pleasant, but the voice was very pale.

"You...you are an assassin? Don't worry, I won't yell, don't kill me!" Yinxiang felt a cold and sharp object pressed against his waist, which was supposed to be a sharp weapon such as a sword.

"who are you?"
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(End of this chapter)