Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

Ah Fei stood not far away, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the shadows around him like knives.

"You... saved me? This is the second time!"

You Longsheng asked in a daze, his voice filled with disbelief and complex emotions.

Afei didn't answer, but coldly glanced at You Longsheng: "If you don't even have this much vigilance, you wouldn't be unjust to die ten times over."

You Longsheng looked down at his hands, his palms trembling slightly. He had originally thought that the sword strike was punishment for him, but he never expected it was to save him.

In an instant, shame, gratitude, and anger intertwined into a tangled mess, churning within his chest.

"why?"

He muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to the fallen man in black.

"Who are these people? Why are they trying to kill me?"

Young people have too little experience. In this world, or rather, in this world, some people kill without reason. As long as there is enough benefit, they will kill even the emperor.

Seeing this, Luke slowly stepped out of the stone pavilion, his sharp gaze sweeping over the surroundings. He said in a deep voice, "These people lying in ambush are clearly not here for Young Master You. Their real target should be us."

Li Xunhuan raised the wine jug, took a small sip, and chuckled, "It seems this Young Master You, though a bit arrogant, hasn't made too many enemies. But those lurking in the shadows are certainly not simple-minded."