"Lord!" Hua Ling rushed to the bed at this time, shouted sharply, thrust out the spear, knocked the broad knife from the man in black's hand, and hooked Lin Zhihuang, who was lying on the edge of the bed covered in blood, with his hook.

, extremely nervously guarding her behind him.

The man in black had a dagger stuck in his head. After Hua Ling knocked the broad knife out of his hand, his fierce strength disappeared and his tall body fell down with a thud.

What did the rushing guard call? Lord?

The fallen man in black shifted his gaze and fell on Lin Zhihuang, who was protected by Hua Ling behind him. At this moment, the Qingyan Army who rushed in from the outside had also subdued all the black-clothed assassins and killed them.

, with no more black-clothed assassins standing, the candles in the dormitory were lit at this moment.

As soon as the room lit up, the man in black who had fallen down but had not yet breathed his last could see Lin Zhihuang's face clearly in an instant, and his eyes widened in surprise. The man who was fighting with him just now... was the Lin Mansion.

Jun?

The woman being protected...isn't actually Lord Lin?

Then... who was the person he wanted to kill just now?

Just now...I had many opportunities to kill Mr. Lin Mansion...

But...we got the wrong person...

The man in black used his last bit of strength to turn his head and look at Yu Qingruo, who was sitting next to him. He wanted to see who the person being protected by Mr. Lin was. He was not convinced...

The man in black thought so, and his already painful head felt an even more violent pain.

Yu Qingruo sat on the back of the bed, breathing heavily. She saw the man in black tilting his head towards her with difficulty, but he had not yet breathed his last. Thinking of the knife that this man slashed at Lin Zhihuang's back,

Yu Qingruo couldn't help but show crazy killing intent on his face, and raised his hand to pull out the hilt of the knife stuck in the back of the man in black's head.

"Ah——!" The man in black twitched violently under the severe pain, raised his head and howled miserably, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The man in black was about to die and howled for a while, when Yu Qingruo pulled out the Huangquan Yangchang Dagger and swung the dagger fiercely into his eye socket.

This time, the man in black didn't even make a sound before he died completely. Yu Qingruo didn't stop and pulled out the Huangquan Gut Dagger again, and drove the knife into the other eye of the man in black:

"Death! Anyone who dares to hurt the Lord! Die!"

Yu Qingruo, who was surviving the disaster, screamed and vented his anger, and stabbed wildly with his dagger. The head and face of the man in black were stabbed beyond recognition in just a moment.

"Lord! Where are you injured?" Hua Ling asked with a trembling voice.

Lin Zhihuang's face turned pale at this time, but his eyes were full of murderous intent. Regardless of the severe pain coming from his back, he stared at the bottom of the bed and said: "Let someone crawl in and take a look. There is a secret passage under there! The assassins come out from there.

of!"

Hua Ling saw that Lin Zhihuang was conscious and did not look like he had been seriously injured. His panic subsided a little, and he felt that he was in the human world again. He gritted his teeth and looked under the bed, and said to the Qingyan Army around him: "Go down, a group of people.

Look where the secret passage down here leads. If you encounter anyone in the secret passage, you will be killed without mercy!"

"promise!"

After Hua Ling gave the order, a group of Qingyan troops immediately stood out in neat formation, and without hesitation, they got into the secret passage under the bed and followed the order.

"Remove the jaws of these living assassins and take them to the dungeon. This general will come to interrogate them later. Don't let anyone die! If one assassin dies, the two guards will not have to live either!"

"Promise!" The faces of the Qingyan Army were also full of evil spirits, and they responded in a loud voice.

Yu Qingruo used a moment of effort to ruthlessly stuff the head and face of the man in black who had attacked Lin Zhihuang on the bed. He gradually regained consciousness, wiped the blood spattered on his face, dragged his injured leg and crawled to the

On the edge of the bed, he trembled his lips and said to Hua Ling: "My lord has been slashed in the back by an assassin. General Hua will temporarily place my lord in the side hall, and ask my disciple Chang Xin to come over and stop the bleeding first!"

When Hua Ling heard this, her arm holding Lin Zhihuang trembled slightly, and her face trembled.

When Lin Zhihuang saw Yu Qingruo and Hualing acting like this, he calmly said in a calm voice: "Linhe, Yueyin, don't be nervous, I haven't hurt any vital parts."

Hua Ling couldn't hear anything else at this time. She only thought that the blood on her lord's body was not from the assassin. She really suffered a knife wound, right under her nose!

While Hua Ling was feeling tormented in her heart, she was not slow on her feet. She avoided Lin Zhihuang's back and carried him to the couch in the side hall to place him. As he walked, he ordered his subordinates to summon Yu Qingruo's disciple Chang Xin, and

Tight defenses were rearranged around the side hall to prevent the assassins from finding other tunnels and entering here to attack the lord.

After Hualing left with the injured Lin Zhihuang, Yu Qingruo tore off a piece of bed curtain sideways, quickly bandaged his injured leg, and then called two servants with panic-stricken faces to avoid those who came in.

The Qingyan Army who collected the body asked them to help her to a screen in the palace. They simply wiped off the blood stains on her body, changed into a set of clean clothes, and then asked the two strong servants to carry her to the side.

The palace looked for Lin Zhihuang and prepared to go and see her injuries.

Yu Qingruo was helped to the side hall by two maids, and saw a screen set up in front of the bed in the side hall. Next to her, Hongzheng was wearing a fox fur cloak, wearing only pajamas underneath. His black hair was not tied up, and he looked gloomy.

A handsome face was sitting in front of the screen, obviously he came here in a hurry.

Hua Ling was no longer here at this time, and should have gone to rearrange the security, or go to the dungeon to interrogate the assassins who were left alive.

The screen blocked the view, and Yu Qingruo couldn't see what was going on on the bed. She couldn't help but feel more anxious. She ignored Sui Bianhong and quickly urged the two maids who were supporting her to get her behind the screen.

Then Bian Hong saw Yu Qingruo come in. He raised his bloodshot peach blossom eyes and stared at Yu Qingruo. He did not stop her from going in to see Lin Zhihuang. Through the screen, he asked Chang Xin in a cold voice about Lin Zhihuang's diagnosis and treatment.

Situation: "Is the master's knife wound serious?"

Yu Qingruo moved behind the screen with the help of the maid, and saw Lin Zhihuang lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and a two-palm-long knife wound across his snow-white back.

It looked like the injury was very deep.

Her first disciple, Chang Xin, was cleaning the wound on his master's back to prevent it from being infected with evil spirits. For the time being, he simply sprinkled a layer of styptic powder on the wound, and the wound stopped bleeding.

The Lord's injury was more serious than she imagined!

Yu Qingruo only saw this incision and made a preliminary judgment on Lin Zhihuang's injury.

Sure enough, the next moment, she saw her first disciple Chang Xin cleaning her master's wound on his hand. She turned back to the screen and followed Bian Hong's question: "The knife wound on Mr. Fujun's back is deep and difficult to close.

I may not be able to move at will within a month, and I will need to rest in bed to prevent the wound from opening repeatedly."

As soon as Bian Hong heard this, the blood in Peach Blossom's eyes became heavier, and his whole body was full of violence, and he said hoarsely: "Lord, how do you feel now?"

Lin Zhihuang didn't feel it when he was injured at first, but now he only felt unbearable pain. At this time, Sui Bianhong asked from behind the screen, and said honestly: "I don't feel good."

Sui Bian Hong clenched his hands on his knees into fists to prevent his emotions from leaking out: "You can recover well. After my subordinates have dealt with the aristocratic families headed by Zhu Changrong and Gu Juncheng, I will punish you again!"

After saying this, Bian Hong stood up and walked out of the side hall with long, straight steps, heading towards the dungeon with a violent aura that could sweep away the cold air outside.
Chapter completed!