frightfiction Chapter 1153 The Assassin Who Suddenly Appeared
Chapter 1153 The Assassin Who Suddenly Appeared
The camp has turned into a Shura killing field.
The Dragon Armor Army was like an ice-cold killing machine. Wherever the Black Armor Crossbow and Dragon Scale Saber passed, the rebels fell down like harvested wheat stalks.
The screams, the sounds of breaking bones, and the dull thud of weapons entering flesh interweave into a melody of death.
The smell of blood was so strong that it was sickening, and it quickly overwhelmed the scent of late autumn grass and trees.
Xuanpin staggered over desperately, her forehead was purple and even bleeding, and her messy hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks.
Those eyes, which always held curiosity and liveliness, were now red and swollen like peaches, with tears pouring out, yet they were also shining with great ecstasy and disbelief at having regained what had been lost.
"Sister! Sister Concubine Chen!"
She almost threw herself in front of the tent, her voice hoarse and broken, with great excitement and sobs after surviving a disaster: "You're okay! You're really okay!"
"Great...great!"
Xuanpin looked up at Shen Zhinian, tears rolling down her cheeks, mixed with the blood on her forehead. She looked utterly miserable, yet revealed an almost devout sense of relief.
Shen Zhinian's gaze fell on the wound on Xuanbin's forehead and the tear marks on her face. An extremely complex ripple flashed across her fox eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool.
Things come true in secret.
The scheme of faking death involved too many things, and neither the emperor nor she dared to reveal any information, for fear that the news would leak out and their plan would be ruined.
In this game of chess, Concubine Xuan... and those who truly mourned for her were all kept in the dark.
This pure, undisguised worry, and the ecstasy of regaining what had been lost, was like a tiny thorn that pricked Shen Zhinian gently.
She leaned over slightly, and her white hand fell on Xuanbin's shoulder, which was trembling with excitement, with a gentle and soothing movement.
"I am fine."
"Are you scared? Get up quickly, the ground is cold."
Shen Zhinian paused, and glanced at the wound on Xuanpin's forehead: "Zhu'er, help your queen, and go to my tent to get some medicine for the wound."
"Yes Yes!"
Zhu'er woke up as if from a dream, and hurried forward to help Xuanpin up, crying and laughing, talking incoherently.
Xuanbin held Zhu'er's arm tightly, her eyes still fixed on Shen Zhinian, as if she was afraid that the person in front of her would disappear if she blinked.
This dependence and gratitude is so strong that it is moving.
Shen Zhinian stood up, looking past Xuanbin to the chaotic and panicked crowd that was isolated and protected by the Dragon Armor Army.
Then he looked at the petrified figure standing at the edge of the crowd.
Shen Nanqiao.
Shen Nanqiao's expression was even more horrifying than when he heard about Concubine Chen's sudden death.
It is a mixture of extreme horror, disbelief, and great absurdity!
The satisfaction on her face after the successful revenge had long gone. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, and she stared at the living, intact Shen Zhinian on the steps!
impossible!
It's impossible!
She saw Shen Zhinian drink the tea with her own eyes!
I watched Tang Luochuan announce her death with my own eyes!
That poison... that poison was handed to her by Xiu Lang himself, it can rip a person's intestines apart!
How could it be... How could Shen Zhinian still be standing here? !
A chill instantly surged into Shen Nanqiao's heart, causing her to lose control and tremble violently!
She felt that the shouts of the Dragon Armor Army, the howlings of the rebels, and the sobbing of the crowd all became distant and blurred.
Only the sound of her heart beating wildly in her chest, almost exploding, hit her eardrums like a sledgehammer.
scam!
Shen Nanqiao finally reacted.
This is a complete scam!
Shen Zhinian was not poisoned at all!
She already knew it!
I... I am just like a clown, being played around by her...
The huge fear and the overwhelming hatred for being fooled almost suffocated Shen Nanqiao!
She subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to touch the jade hairpin in her hair that had brought about all this disaster, but her fingertips froze in mid-air, trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Zhinian's gaze calmly fell on Shen Nanqiao's face across the chaotic crowd.
There was no anger, no contempt, not even a trace of ripples.
There is only a bottomless, all-seeing calmness, as if looking at an insignificant speck of dust.
This calm look made Shen Nanqiao feel more frightened and desperate than any scolding or anger!
She took a step back as if pierced by an invisible blade, her body shaking violently.
The last trace of blood on his face completely faded, leaving only a deathly paleness and a shaky collapse.
The ladies around seemed to notice something was wrong with Shen Nanqiao. They looked at her with fear and disgust, and subconsciously moved further away from her, as if she was carrying some ominous plague.
Shen Nanqiao was isolated in the crowd, like a dead grass about to break in a storm.
She watched Shen Zhinian, under the protection of the Dragon Armor Army, commanding calmly like a goddess of the sky.
Watching Xuanpin being carefully supported away, his face was filled with great joy of having regained what he had lost.
Looking at myself again... a complete joke!
An unlucky guy who is about to face a catastrophic disaster!
It’s over.
It's all over.
The huge despair was like a cold tide, instantly drowning Shen Nanqiao completely.
Her eyes went dark...
The black armor of the Dragon Armor Army was like a cold reef, standing still amid the waves of attacks from the rebels.
Every time the dragon-scale sword was swung down, it brought up a dazzling spray of blood.
Although the rebels left behind by Duke Dingguo were fierce, they fell down in large numbers like cut wheat under the unexpected counterattack.
The signs of defeat are already apparent!
The camp was filled with the thick smell of blood, broken limbs were everywhere, and the howls of despair were gradually suppressed.
The clan members and concubines were trembling behind the defense line built by the Dragon Armor Army.
Xuanpin was supported by Zhu'er, her eyes still fixed on Shen Zhinian, who was calmly giving orders while surrounded by his personal guards. Her eyes showed that she had survived a disaster, but she was still tense with worry.
Shen Zhinian stood in front of the tent, his cloak fluttering slightly in the chaotic air flow.
She scanned the battlefield with sharp eyes, confirming the counterattack of the Dragon Armor Army and the rout of the rebels.
The overall situation will be settled in just one more cup of tea...
Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred when victory seemed certain!
“Woooooooooooooooo!!!”
Several sharp and piercing whistles, completely different from the tones of the Central Plains, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, suddenly came from the dead woods outside the camp without any warning.
The voice was shrill, with a wild and savage quality.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures suddenly appeared like ghosts!
Their movements were as swift as a leopard, and their body movements were strange and tricky, completely different from the previous rebels' direct charge.
These people were dressed as servants or ordinary guards, but now they tore off their disguises to reveal the tightly bound foreign leather armor underneath.
His face was smeared with dark green oil paint, and his eyes were like those of a hungry wolf on the snowy field, flashing with cruelty and bloodthirstiness!