Chapter 81 She is His

Chapter 81 She is His

Just as the maid's dagger pierced her neck, someone burst through the door and kicked the dagger out of the maid's hand.

Shen Nanzi only felt a flash of cold light before her eyes, and then a gushing of hot blood spurted out, the scarlet and pungent blood splashing from above her eyelids.

The maid riding on her slowly lowered her body, revealing her tall figure backlit by the light.

A deep purple brocade robe swept in with the wind as the door burst open, and a short knife was gripped in a hand with distinct knuckles.

The tip of the sword still bore traces of the maid's throat blood, which dripped down one by one.

It was as if he had just killed not a person, but roadside weeds, without even taking a deep breath.

When the light focused slightly, Shen Nanzi could finally see the expression on his face.

His face was solemn, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes held a murderous intent devoid of emotion, like cold iron tempered with ice.

His eyes reflected the red of blood plasma, and his whole body was shrouded in an indescribable ruthlessness.

Shen Nanzi only knew that he had been on the battlefield for two years and had captured 101 cities on the border.

She had never seen him actually kill anyone before, and at that moment, she felt her blood run cold.

He looked like a murderous maniac who had trampled over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and with each swing of his knife, a life would fall.

His ruthlessness was unlike anything she had ever seen before; it was a ruthlessness brought from hell.

Shen Nanzi felt a lump in her throat and couldn't move her body. It was as if his short sword would pierce her chest at any moment.

At that moment, her eyes were filled with nothing but fear.

Before, she wasn't afraid whenever he grabbed her neck. Now that she thinks about it, if he really wanted her to die, she would have died countless times already.

All emotions can be swayed in an instant. Shen Nanzi realized she was still alive and hurriedly turned to look at Xie Yu.

Xie Yan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he stepped over her, short sword in hand.

With a swift movement, the knife fell, and the dull thud of it piercing through clothing and into flesh was heard.

Shen Nanzi then saw a man in black fall down.

The killing was swift, like a flash of lightning, catching everyone off guard.

Shen Nanzi lay on the ground, her head turned to the side, watching him repeatedly stab the black-clad man with his short sword.

Moments later, the room was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

The walls and floor were covered in blood, a horrifying shade of red.

Xie Yu was just as shocked as she was. He frowned and stared at Xie Yan with a petrified expression.

Shen Nanzi watched helplessly as he killed the maid and three men in black.

After he finished killing the man, he disgustedly wiped the blood from his short sword onto the black-clad man's clothes.

He acted as if nothing had happened, sheathing his sword and hanging it at his waist.

After he finished doing everything, he turned around and looked back at Shen Nanzi on the ground, perhaps because he caught a glimpse of fear in her eyes.

His expression crumbled instantly, like ice cracking; his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily; and the fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened almost imperceptibly.

The coldness in his eyes faded, replaced by his usual indifference. He suppressed all his hostility and walked up to her.

He crouched down, intending to reach out and help her.

Still gripped by the panic she had just experienced, Shen Nanzi instinctively flinched back.

Her evasiveness made his heart skip a beat, a bitter feeling he himself didn't realize: "...Don't be afraid! All the bad guys are dead!"

I won't hurt you!

He swallowed the rest of his words, afraid that if he spoke them aloud, she wouldn't believe him at all.

Unbeknownst to her, when he burst through the door and saw her about to be killed, his heart stopped beating, his blood rushed to his head, and his whole body went cold.

In that instant, everything in the world ceased to exist; he only had eyes for her.

At that moment, she had only one thought: she couldn't die.

Just like now, he can't even imagine her death.

He cautiously and tentatively reached out to help her, and saw that she had let down her guard and defenses against him.

His hands could touch her, and she would rise up with his strength.

His heart was filled with joy, and a silly smile appeared on his face that he himself didn't even realize was coming from him.

The blood in my body seemed to be cheering and leaping, surging and surging passionately.

His gaze fell on the bloodstains on her neck, and his eyes immediately darkened and deepened.

He vaguely remembered the feel of her skin, like warm jade soaked in water, smooth and tender to the touch.

When he hurt her, her neck was as white as the bright moon, and her jaw involuntarily tightened and straightened.

The slender vein on the side of her neck stood out, like a taut thin thread, so fragile it could be broken at any moment.

The thought of the scars that would remain on her neck made him want to stab her a few more times to vent his anger.

He reached out, wanting to ask her if it hurt.

Little did he know that her gaze had already shifted to behind him, and his mood instantly plummeted.

His fingers curled and clenched again, and his knees, which were half-kneeling, swayed slightly, as if he could no longer support himself.

Her worried voice rang in his ears, "Xie Yu, are you alright?"

Xie Yan didn't even have the courage to look at her; he knew that her eyes were only on Xie Yu at that moment.

The moment she was safe, her first thought was to look at Xie Yu. And now, it's the same.

Xie Yan was both angry and anxious at this moment, his chest felt tight, and his breathing became a bit rough.

But he treated her that way, so what's wrong with her being close to someone who treated her well?

Xie Yan couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment, but he was definitely in a bad mood and wished he could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Xie Yu replied from behind him, "It's alright, you seem to be injured?"

He sighed softly, as if blaming himself for not protecting her well.

"It's nothing, just a minor scratch. I was terrified just now, I thought my life was over today," Shen Nanzi said casually.

He then stood up.

Xie Yu chuckled softly.

Xie Yan also stood up, listening to their oblivious conversation, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

She turned around, forced a smile, looked at Xie Yu, and a glint of something indescribable flashed in her eyes.

He was still at the table before he left.

He arrived before him, which means that he left first and then followed closely behind.

He was worried about Xie Chengze, so he went to the flower hall first and glanced at Cheng'er.

Therefore, they did not come to rescue her immediately.

However, at this moment, his heart was filled with contradictions and entanglements.

He was really bothered that Xie Yu came first, but at the same time he knew that it was fortunate that Xie Yu came first, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

This conflicting feeling left him very confused. He didn't know whether he was jealous of Xie Yu or blaming himself for his negligence.

"You've been frightened! Thank you for saving... her!" Xie Yan paused for a moment, feeling a little strange that he didn't want to call her Shen Nanzi.

He wanted to call her Nanzi, or some other name, anything but her full name.

He inexplicably wanted Xie Yu to know that she was still his Princess Jing.

She's still his!

She's his!

Xie Yan was startled by his own thoughts.

Just like before, when the word "jealousy" jumped into his mind, he was startled and instinctively avoided it, even thinking it was impossible, and immediately ignored it.

But……

Just then, Xie Yan's entire body became alert, as if his fur had been bristled.

He turned around sharply!