Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 478 Goddaughter (10,000 words)
The fire was still burning, and the bright moon hanging in the black night seemed to have lost its luster.

A long sword emerged from the half-smashed shop, its slender blade reflecting the leaping flames. In the firelight, the silhouette of a woman was faintly revealed. Though a woman, her attack was exceptionally ruthless; the sword tip aimed straight for Luo Yuheng's back, clearly intended to kill him. In the swirling dust, the sword's light became somewhat blurred, obscuring its path, with only a glimmer of cold light appearing intermittently.

Just then, Lin Xue suddenly took a step back and pushed Luo Yuheng away again... Luo Yuheng's expression was somewhat blank, as if he had been frightened by this sudden change. He was being pulled around like a puppet, and deep suspicion flashed in his eyes. He seemed not to understand what was going on. Then, three metallic scraping sounds were heard, and dazzling sparks flashed by his side.

In the next instant, Lin Xue's figure rushed into the collapsed shop, and with a crisp crack, she returned to her original position.

Amidst the ruins of the shop, a broken sword and a corpse were found.

It was indeed a woman.

She was dressed in coarse linen clothes, like an ordinary farm woman.

The throat has been cut open.

The wound was extremely deep.

His neck was almost completely severed, even his cervical vertebrae were cut open, and blood was gushing out. His body was still twitching nervously, clearly indicating that he only had a few seconds left to live.

Looking at Lin Xue again, she suddenly had two short knives, each a foot and a half long, in her hands. One of the knives was covered with a scarlet liquid, which was dripping from the tip into the dust.

The two short knives were Lin Xue's secondary weapons.

Lin Xue's usual weapon is a long-handled broadsword. On the battlefield, it is common for him to split a person in two from head to toe with a single slash. However, it is clear that such a weapon is not suitable for carrying when traveling to other countries, as it carries a somewhat provocative connotation.

Of course, for Lin Xue, the difference between different weapons was not significant, as long as they could kill people.

The hot wind whipped up Lin Xue's long hair, making it flutter and sway.

A fit man stood in front of Luo Yuheng, saying, "I'm sorry, these people are probably after me. I've implicated you, Madam."

"Madam, you can hide in that shop first; there's no one else inside."

This made Luo Yuheng's expression strange. Although she felt that these assassins were more likely targeting her, the fact that this girl could say such a thing suggested that her identity was probably not simple. Tilting her head and thinking for a moment, for reasons unknown, Luo Yuheng, holding the hem of her skirt as if not wanting her pure white dress to get too dirty, slowly walked into the shop.

The shop reeked of blood. Besides the corpse of the female assassin, there were also the young master and coachman in the carriage. When the carriage and the shop collided, they were crushed into minced meat.

The kind that can be used to directly wrap steamed buns.

Lin Xue breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Slowly bend down.

With just this one move, his wildness was instantly unleashed.

It was as if she were not a woman, but a female leopard on the grassland, preparing to hunt.

His cold gaze swept across the area ahead, and he noticed that the vendors had put down their carrying poles and drawn longswords and scimitars from their boxes.

The fleeing patron and young master stopped in their tracks, gently waving their folding fans, a chilling smile playing on their lips.

The prostitute smiled charmingly, her ribbons fluttering in the wind.

The pimp gripped the stick tightly, his hand already spread out at an angle, his scarlet eyes revealing greed and madness.

Even some of the pedestrians on the street gradually moved closer to Lin Xue.

Several dozen people.

This is a deadly trap.

They first set fire to the brothel and nearby houses. On the one hand, this was to cut off their escape route. The only way to survive was to break through their blockade. Even if the Imperial Guards appeared from the other end of Chang'an Street, they would most likely be distracted by the sea of ​​fire and not become an obstacle for them.

On the other hand, it was also to create the first and most deadly killing opportunity.

When people fleeing the inferno pass by in a panic, they are unlikely to notice the danger lurking within them.

Quicklime was sprinkled down.

If it gets into the eyes, mouth, or even nose, it can cause extremely uncomfortable harm to any normal person.

Even martial artists cannot resist the stimulation of their physical instincts.

Then the others swarmed him and hacked him to pieces.

These were pure assassins; they didn't care whether their methods were respectable or not, everything they did was in the name of killing their target. If it weren't for that sudden gust of strange wind, even Lin Xue would probably have been caught in the trap.

kill!

A loud shout, seemingly coming from nowhere, heralded the start of the battle.

A cold glint flashed before her eyes, and in that instant, seven or eight figures pounced on Lin Xue almost simultaneously.

Lin Xue pursed her lips, her eyes growing even colder. She gathered her inner energy in her feet, and with a bang, the stone slab beneath her feet cracked. Lin Xue's body shot out even faster, and in the instant she brushed past a prostitute, her hands moved swiftly, blood shooting into the sky. The prostitute's chest and abdomen were riddled with over a dozen gruesome bloody holes. Before the prostitute's corpse could fall to the ground, Lin Xue flipped over and kicked the body away, sending a street vendor flying.

At the same time, another figure dressed in black was enlarging in the air, gripping a steel rod tightly in both hands, already in a posture of splitting Mount Hua with force, and the distance between the two instantly closed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xue suddenly raised her right arm.

boom.

The long iron staff slammed heavily onto the curved sword, sending sparks flying.

The impact was so strong that even Lin Xue's body trembled slightly. She then pushed off with her feet and lunged forward, the blade slicing along the bottom of the long iron staff.

scoff.

A string of sparks appeared exceptionally bright.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xue was about to fall into the man's arms. The man's expression finally changed, and he tried to let go of the iron rod in his hand, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, the blade sliced ​​through.

Both hands, seven fingers in total, fell directly to the ground.

Before he could even let out a scream, an elbow slammed into his chest.

With a dull thud, the man seemed to feel the impact of ten warhorses. His figure was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto another young master.

Head to head.

A faint cracking sound could be heard. Two figures had rolled far away, their limbs twisted, bones broken, and flesh torn. In particular, their two heads were almost fused together, and thick blood spread around them.

Everyone around was horrified.

Such strength is unmatched even by a nine-foot-tall strongman.

The long iron staff bounced on the ground, then Lin Xue kicked it up and then kicked one end of the staff hard.

hum hum...

The iron rod suddenly tumbled violently in mid-air, producing a dull thud.

A killer dressed as a street vendor barely managed to get within ten steps of Lin Xue when a violently spinning iron rod pierced his chest with a clang. One end of the rod went through the killer's chest and was pinned to the ground.

A breeze swept in from the other end of the long street, ruffling the fabric of my clothes.

Her fair face was slightly stained with crimson, adding a touch of eeriness to her otherwise healthy and beautiful features.

A temporary silence fell over the surroundings.

Clearly, the idea was more difficult to handle than expected.

But this silence did not last long.

“Wa ...

Accompanied by a shrill howl, a large group of assassins surrounded them once again. Blades whistled, swords flashed, and the sound of metal clashing was like jade beads falling onto a jade plate, echoing through the long street, dense and chaotic.

The surrounding shops were devastated. The figure that was thrown back crashed through the walls.

The chaotic sword energy sliced ​​through the gate.

The figures chased each other, leaving streaks of blinding sparks.

Spots of fresh blood clumped together.

Every now and then, figures were thrown out, sliding along the stone pavement, leaving a scarlet trail of blood, their flesh worn away, leaving only bones.

A burly man screamed hysterically, his long sword forming a net in his hand. But in the gaps of that net, a curved blade pierced through precisely, lightly touching the space between the eyebrows, shattering the skull and instantly creating a bloody hole.

A woman with a seductive figure waved a ribbon, as if performing a breathtaking dance. The ribbon, like a venomous snake, tried to wrap around Lin Xue's body, but it was abruptly broken off as soon as it wrapped around her arms. Then, an elbow slammed heavily onto the petite woman's head, and her head shattered with a loud crack, just like a watermelon that had been hit hard.

Perhaps because Lin Xue's performance was too outstanding and too troublesome, for a moment no one paid attention to Luo Yuheng in the broken shops and ruins... Luo Yuheng was also happy to have some peace and quiet. His dark eyes were fixed on the figure that kept moving through the crowd, and a faint smile was on his lips.

That's quite a skillful move.

In this era where grandmaster-level experts are extremely rare, few could rival her in a one-on-one fight. I wonder if Tianyi and Yushuang would be up to the task?
Unfortunately, this was not a fair contest from the very beginning.

Her slender hand landed on the severed arm beside her, and a small pebble had already appeared between her fingers.

These people are mostly considered masters in the martial arts world. What's most terrifying is that they have no idea what death is. While a female assassin dressed as a prostitute was using her ribs to block Lin Xue's right-hand scimitar, another figure had already quietly appeared behind Lin Xue.

He was a young man dressed like a nobleman, and the folding fan in his hand was his weapon.

The folding fan, made entirely of metal, was aimed directly at the back of Lin Xue's head.

If it hits, it's easy to imagine that Lin Xue's skull would shatter instantly.

Lin Xue's expression changed slightly as she tried to dodge, but the prostitute in front of her seemed to feel no pain at all. Even though blood and foam kept gushing from her mouth, she didn't even try to back away. Helpless, Lin Xue loosened her grip on the knife and turned it into a fist, slamming it heavily into the prostitute assassin's chest. With a muffled groan, she was sent flying.

However, this also completely deprived Lin Xue of any chance to escape.

Just as the iron folding fan was about to tap Lin Xue's head...

boom!
A cloud of smoke burst from the folding fan, resembling some kind of fine dust.

It looks like something hit the folding fan.

The young master assassin's expression changed slightly. He felt as if a tremendous force of millions of pounds had surged up from the folding fan in an instant. Before his fingers could even loosen their grip, the folding fan snapped with a crack along with his wrist.

Then it slipped out of his hand and with a "plop" it burrowed into the head of another companion beside him.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

The voices were mournful, and the night wind was sorrowful.

An extremely bizarre scene was unfolding: every time Lin Xue was about to suffer a fatal blow, the assassins would be out of sync, allowing Lin Xue to dodge by the slightest margin.

Even though these assassins had been trained to be emotionless killing machines, they were so frustrated they were about to vomit blood.

Nobody understands what's going on.

They suspected that someone might be secretly helping them.

But looking around, there wasn't a single suspicious figure in sight.

Just when another golden opportunity was lost because the assassin's steel knife accidentally slipped from his hand, the assassins could no longer hold on. With a whistle, the remaining twenty or so assassins leaped into the air, glared hatefully at Lin Xue, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

More than thirty corpses were left on Chang'an Avenue.

Blood gushed out.

Bathed in the firelight, it appeared even more crimson.

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

In the middle of the street, Lin Xue's body was slightly bent, and specks of scarlet bloomed on the hem of her skirt, like brightly blooming plum blossoms.

Even Lin Xue was somewhat exhausted after the long battle.

However, her strength was quite good, and her recovery ability was also extremely strong. In just a few breaths, her breathing gradually became steady.

Lin Xue frowned slightly, her brows stained with a few drops of blood. Even she found the fight strange. Several times, her opponent had the chance to kill her, but ultimately failed due to extremely basic mistakes such as dropping their weapon, misjudging direction, or tripping over obstacles.

Looking around at the corpses scattered all over the ground, it seemed as if this assassination was a complete joke, and these people had simply come to their deaths... Of course, this was just a joke, but judging from the force of their blows and even their eyes, it was clear that these people really wanted to kill him.

Who could it be?
She's only just arrived in Ningguo, so she shouldn't have offended anyone yet, right? Even with the grudges from the previous two cities, the officials and generals of Ningguo shouldn't have the guts to let her lose her life here.

Lin Xue could imagine the consequences if she died on Chang'an Street in Dongling City.

The King of Chu was furious.

They brazenly launched a war against Ningguo, determined to fight to the death.

This would be an absolute disaster for the weaker Ning Kingdom.

Clearly, some people didn't want to die like that. Someone must have secretly helped her just now, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to escape death several times in a row.

Unconsciously, Lin Xue's gaze fell on the dilapidated shop.

A head popped out, looked around, and seeing that the assassins seemed to have all left, it let out a heavy sigh and gently patted its chest with its small, white hand.

Jumping, jumping.

They must be truly at ease now.

With her fingers gently holding the hem of her skirt, she walked out of the ruins with unhurried grace and composure.

She casually wiped her face, her palms bloodshot. Looking at her disheveled state, then at the lady who never lost her composure, at her limp body, at her spotless dress… Lin Xue’s lips twitched. The person who secretly helped her… definitely wasn’t her.

It must be some reclusive master from Ningguo?

Or perhaps it was someone secretly protecting him, arranged by Emperor Ninghe?
Although she was somewhat tired, Lin Xue still felt guilty towards the lady who had been inexplicably dragged into this mess, since she was the one who caused it. She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and walked towards Luo Yuheng: "Madam, the assassin has left, it's safe here."

"I'm sorry to have startled you."

"Where is Madam currently staying? Let me take you back."

Luo Yuheng didn't rush to answer. Instead, he looked Lin Xue up and down. For some reason, Lin Xue felt a chill run down her spine from that scrutinizing gaze.

After looking him up and down several times, Luo Yuheng suddenly spoke up: "You're quite the fighter."

Lin Xue was a little embarrassed and said, "It's alright."

Luo Yuheng chuckled and clapped his hands: "Alright then, you can be my goddaughter."

"Huh?" Lin Xue made a strange sound.

Luo Yuheng felt a sense of pride.

hum.

If he made this woman his goddaughter, wouldn't she be Song Yan's god-sister?

Older sister, you can't possibly have your eye on younger brother, can you?

She is so smart.

(End of this chapter)