Tian Yao felt the blood in her body turn cold. She wondered why He Ciyuan had to come to this banquet if he was aware of the danger. Why didn't he just run away?
It was really worrying and infuriating.
"Run!"
"I don't want to die here!"
Tian Yao's hand was still on He Ciyuan's wheelchair. She had clearly made up her mind to escape, but their clothes were so eye - catching that the assassins easily locked onto their position.
But where could she run?
If she left He Ciyuan here to die, those people would surely tear her to pieces.
Then she would just end up as a plaything, without any real dignity. That was true despair.
"Could you give me a warning next time? I'm really scared to death..."
"I'm just a weak girl. What can I do..."
The swords and knives were merciless. There was a high chance that she would end up dead and buried without a trace. This was really bad luck.
Tian Yao came to her senses and used all her strength to push the heavy wheelchair. But in her panic, one of the wheelchair's wheels got stuck in a gap between the floor tiles and wouldn't budge.
Seeing an assassin break through the sparse defense of the guards and rush towards He Ciyuan with a knife in hand, the blade glinting menacingly in the light!
"Sir!" Tian Yao was so anxious that tears were about to fall.
[What should I do? I can't move it! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!]
[Ah! My God, save me! Why didn't they give me a system? I'm more miserable than a blade of grass!]
In the blink of an eye, she didn't care about anything else. She suddenly turned around, spread her arms, and used her slender body to block the wheelchair firmly.
[Anyway, I've died once. It's no big deal to die a second time. Maybe I'll be able to travel back home right away.]
It was written like this in TV dramas, and there were also such examples in books. After all, she didn't belong to this world originally.
Let it be. She had been living in fear every day, not knowing when she would have a better life.
Rather than staying here being controlled and constantly worried about the future, it was better to just fight it out with the enemy.
Just like the lines she had seen before, she would be a heroic figure again after eighteen years.
She closed her eyes, and her teeth were chattering.
[It's over. My life ends here. Forget about being a rich person. Give me a better script when I'm reborn in the next life!]
However, the expected sharp pain didn't come.
She only heard a dull "thud" in her ear, as if something had pierced into flesh.
Tian Yao trembled and opened one eye. She saw the ferocious assassin looking down at his throat in disbelief. There, a flying dart was stuck.
He made a "ho - ho" sound in his throat and fell backward. The blood instantly stained the ground red.
Tian Yao was stunned in shock.
She suddenly turned around and saw He Ciyuan still sitting calmly in the wheelchair, looking as calm as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.
His gaze didn't even stay on the dead assassin. Instead, it passed over the chaotic crowd and landed on a corner in the distance.
There, He Chengyu was standing with a few servants, watching the massacre with great interest. There was even a smug sneer on his lips.
He seemed to be waiting, waiting for He Ciyuan to be hacked to death by the random knives.
[He Ciyuan, you made me harm myself like this. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll probably become even more arrogant. I must make you pay for your crimes with blood!]
An outsider with no real status had no right to argue with him.
If they were given any face, these people would only become more excessive.
However, the moment their eyes met, He Ciyuan's finger flicked imperceptibly.
"Whoosh—"
Another silver light flashed through the air!
This time, the target wasn't any of the assassins.
The smile on He Chengyu's face froze instantly. He felt a sharp pain on his cheek, and a bloodstain appeared. The flying dart had penetrated so deeply that it was standing straight on the corridor pillar.
He was sure that if the other person really wanted to kill him, he would be dead and beheaded by now.
He Chengyu stared in horror with wide - open eyes. When he looked at He Ciyuan again, there was undisguised killing intent and warning in those calm eyes.
He instantly understood.
He Ciyuan had long been aware of what might happen today. He had done it on purpose and knew that He Chengyu was the one behind the plot.
"Go! Hurry up!"
He Chengyu was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He no longer cared about watching the show. Covering his bleeding face, he almost crawled away and didn't dare to stay.
He hoped that these assassins could solve the problem as much as possible.
"Sir!"
Mo Chen was struggling to fight against the assassins, and the surrounding guards also joined the fight. The sword lights criss - crossed. These assassins were just a motley crew and were quickly killed.
The strong smell of blood filled the air. The entire birthday banquet hall had become a purgatory on earth.
Tian Yao's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
She held onto the armrest of the wheelchair and gasped for breath, but her eyes couldn't move away from He Ciyuan.
During this period, Tian Yao had almost been in danger several times. If it weren't for He Ciyuan's protection, she would probably have been reincarnated.
[He... he knows martial arts?]
A person sitting in a wheelchair could use these weapons skillfully. In this life - and - death situation, he could still be calm. This person was definitely not an ordinary one.
No one had said anything about his powerful identity.
She should have finished reading this book. She had just skimmed through a bit and jumped to the ending. How could she have known what would happen later?
Anyway, in this book, in Tian Yao's impression, He Ciyuan was quite unknown. She didn't like this kind of somewhat brainless character design. She thought it was a bit of a psychological problem, so she always skipped through and never really understood him.
Who would have thought that she would get involved with him now? Now she neither knew him nor herself well, and had to find ways to avoid the crisis.
Alas, it was like the old saying goes: one sows no seed but reaps the crop; one waters the flowers in vain.
However, Tian Yao was sure that the other person was pretending.
He must have some plan to accomplish in the Marquis Mansion, but just hadn't found the right opportunity yet.
An inexplicable emotion welled up in Tian Yao's heart.
At the most dangerous moment just now, he could have easily pushed her out to take a knife for him and buy even a moment of breathing time.
But he didn't.
He even saved her.
This realization was like a hot spark falling into her cold heart lake, instantly setting it on fire.
[But anyway, he seems to be quite nice...]
[Is this the so - called loyalty born out of "abuse"?]
She didn't have such a fetish.
Tian Yao looked at his handsome but cold profile. For the first time, she thought that what was hidden under this face might not be gloom, but an abyss that she couldn't imagine.
A kind of... powerful strength that made people inexplicably feel at ease.
After making sure it was safe and getting rid of these small fries, he turned his wheelchair, and his gaze landed on Tian Yao's pale little face.
There was still un - dried panic in those watery eyes and... a trace of admiration that she didn't even notice herself.
Just then, a shrill voice cut through this brief calm.