After her mind was read, the spoiled brat became the darling of the whole group.

Chapter 251 Assassination

Xie Xing might not necessarily focus his attention on someone insignificant.

Xie Xing thought for a moment, then looked at Qi Yi with a complicated expression: "Why do you do this? Just because I saved you?"

Qi Yi shook his head and said, "If someone else had saved me, I might not have done this, but it's different for Miss."

Xie Xing laughed, "It's different. What makes me different that would make you risk your life to help me?"

Qi Yi was slightly taken aback.

Xie Xing sighed slightly as he looked at his immature appearance.

She had only been in this book for a little over a year, but the things she had experienced had matured her considerably.

She said, "Nothing is more important than your own life, Qi Yi."

"Your mother defied clan rules to raise you in order to save your life, and taught you the art of Gu poison in order to enable you to protect yourself."

"You're lucky you asked me for help."

Xie Xing looked directly into Qi Yi's eyes. "You begged me for help, and I saved your life. Your goal was to live, right?"

Qi Yi nodded blankly.

"But now, you're about to throw away your life so easily. What does that even mean?"

Qi Yi pursed his lips.

He was young and didn't understand much, but he knew that the young lady was a very good person.

He wanted to give the young lady whatever she desired.

Just as Qi Yi was about to speak, Xie Xing said, "Don't mention this matter again. You don't need to give the Gu to anyone for my sake."

“Miss…” Qi Yi hesitated.

Xie Xing tilted his head to look at him, "The prince didn't agree either, did he?"

Qi Yi said, "He didn't agree immediately, but he didn't refuse either."

This was exactly what Xie Xing had expected.

She looked at Qi Yi with the same eyes one would give a landlord's foolish child.

Ugh.

This kid is so naive and easily fooled.

Xie Xing repeated it to him again, "Don't do that again next time."

Qi Yi could only nod.

Damn it, the poison in my body hasn't been cured yet.

Xie Xing touched her face and tears streamed down her face.

It's almost the middle of the month again.

She currently has two types of poison in her body, and she needs to find a way to get the antidote from Luo Hanfeng.

Just then, the Ghost King was there, so Xie Xing hurriedly went inside to find Jun Lanjin.

Upon opening the door, they found Jun Lanjin sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes closed as if he were practicing internal energy.

Xie Xing felt as if the air around him was fluctuating.

She wasn't foolish enough to immediately interrupt, but instead leaned against the door, watching Jun Lanjin circulate his internal energy.

Is this what internal strength is?

I wish I could learn that.

Too weak, still too weak.

If she weren't so weak, how could she have been bullied by Luo Hanfeng at will?

They still had to rack their brains to complete the task.

The system said: "You came to this world too late. Even if you wanted to learn, it would be impossible for you to defeat any of them."

After all, they have over a decade of experience.

Arrived in this world?

Jun Lanjin quietly stopped practicing his internal energy, pondering the meaning of those words.

Could it be that Xie Xing isn't from this world?

However, it's easy to imagine that this person's unification of the country is very strange, and his identity is certainly not ordinary.

Just then, Jun Lanjin opened his eyes.

When Xie Xing saw him open his eyes, he immediately smiled, his voice rising and falling: "Lord~~~"

She ran inside happily, her little face beaming with obvious flattery.

Jun Lanjin's lips twitched slightly.

Where did you learn to make such a deadly noise?

Xie Xing suddenly tumbled over, half-lying on the edge of the bed, clasped his hands together, and said to Jun Lanjin, "Lord, don't you feel that time is passing by so quickly, as if something is missing?"

Jun Lanjin had no idea what this person was up to, so he rested his chin on his hand and looked at her leisurely. "What do you want?"

Xie Xing coughed lightly, looked at his fingers, and said, "It's almost the middle of the month, Master, the antidote for that poison..."

Jun Lanjin gave a cold laugh.

Just now in the courtyard, she advised Qi Yi to keep the Hundred Poison Gu to himself and not give it to him. He heard her voice clearly.

Although he only had six months left to live, Jun Lanjin was truly moved by her plight.

He says all the nice things without thinking, but his heart is completely unmoved.

This female swindler.

He glanced at her and said, "What can you offer me in exchange for this antidote?"

"What does Your Excellency desire?" Xie Xing asked.

Jun Lanjin replied, "I haven't decided yet. We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Xie Xing: "..."

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something more, but was frightened into backing down by Jun Lanjin's sharp gaze.

This person's mood is unpredictable; for some reason, they've gotten angry again.

Xie Xing couldn't understand it, but since the Ghost King hadn't achieved his goal, he wouldn't let her die for the time being.

Xie Xing then left the room.

.........

That night.

The rain came without warning, pouring down in torrents.

On the mountain road, a horse-drawn carriage sped along in the rain.

Song Qingyang sat in the carriage, holding a book in his hand. As if he had noticed something, he raised his head slightly and looked out of the carriage curtain.

"Shhhhhh!"

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out.

Countless arrows hurtled towards Song Qingyang's carriage.

At that moment, on the hillside, a figure wearing a black straw hat stood on a treetop, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, drawing the bowstring, the arrow tip pointing directly at the carriage curtain below.

The carriage curtain fluttered open, revealing Song Qingyang inside, dressed in a red scholar's robe.

He let go.

With a whooshing sound, the arrow pierced through the raindrops and headed straight for Song Qingyang's forehead.

At this critical moment, the carriage stumbled, and Song Qingyang's body swayed, narrowly avoiding a fatal arrow.

"Buzz!"

The arrow embedded itself in the carriage wall.

Song Qingyang's expression changed drastically.

All that could be heard was a rain of arrows hitting the carriage, turning the once perfectly good carriage into a pincushion.

The coachman outside was killed instantly.

Song Qingyang's expression changed drastically. He immediately lifted the carriage curtain to get out, but the cold rain lashed against him, instantly soaking his robes.

As soon as he stood outside the carriage, countless swords were pointed at him.

Song Qingyang stood still.

The people in front of them were completely unknown; they were all dressed in black, masked, and exuded a murderous aura.

A moment later, the group of men in black who were pointing their swords at Song Qingyang stepped aside, and a man wearing a bamboo hat walked out.

The man's face was hidden under a straw hat, and the torrential rain blurred his vision, making it impossible to see his features.

"Top Scholar." A light, casual voice rang out, and the man wearing a bamboo hat raised his head slightly, revealing a smiling face.

"Our master said that the top scholar must either agree to work for our master or die in this desolate wilderness tonight."

How should the top scholar be chosen?

Song Qingyang asked coldly, "Who is your master?"

The man raised his hand, picked at his ear, and hissed, "That's nonsense."

"I just want to hear whether I agree or disagree."

The last syllable of his voice carried a strong killing intent.