With a thud, a dark figure fell heavily to the ground.
Feng Lihen leaned back against the wall, one hand bracing against it, the other gripping his sword, and staggered away from the alley.
He headed toward the east gate, preparing to cross the city wall, when he keenly sensed someone chasing him.
The pursuers were very likely to discover that the other side wasn’t him.
In his current situation, facing them would only lead to death.
Meanwhile, in the small courtyard, steam rose from the bedroom, carrying a faint floral fragrance. Behind the screen, the blurry silhouette of a beautiful woman was reflected. Bei Yutang closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying the surge of blood after soaking in the hot water.
She circulated her internal energy within her body, the speed and efficiency much faster than usual.
Bei Yutang focused intently on her internal energy cultivation when suddenly, a faint smell of blood wafted into her nose.
The moment she opened her eyes, a cold sword was pressed against her neck.
Bei Yutang was startled. The intruder had appeared silently, without her noticing, demonstrating the person’s exceptional martial arts skills.
Bei Yutang’s voice trembled slightly as she fearfully said, “Great hero, you can tell me what you want. I will hand it over with open arms.”
“Stand up.” The voice was cold and devoid of emotion.
Bei Yutang looked at her naked body underwater, a glint of malice flashing in her eyes.
“I…I…” Bei Yutang stammered shyly.
“Hurry up.” The other person’s impatient, low growl was stern.
Bei Yutang gritted her teeth and slowly moved her body, gradually emerging from the bathtub.
As her body emerged from the water, Feng Lihen turned his head away.
Bei Yutang noticed his shadow on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
As she stood up, a set of clothes fell gracefully onto her, covering her fair and delicate body.
The sword against her neck remained firmly in place; the slightest movement would send its sharp edge slicing through her throat. Until she was certain of escape, Bei Yutang decided to remain still.
“Great hero, are you injured?” Bei Yutang asked tentatively.
“I’m a doctor, I can help you.”
If she could escape his control, she could regain the initiative instead of being passively subjugated.
Feng Lihen’s face was pale, and his hand gripping the sword trembled slightly. He lost his balance, and the sharp blade pierced her skin.
Bei Yutang felt a sharp pain in her neck, and a trickle of crimson blood oozed from it.
Bei Yutang cursed inwardly when she heard a low voice from behind her say, “Sorry.”
After he finished speaking, a thud sound followed, and the person holding her collapsed to the ground.
Bei Yutang turned around and walked to him. When she saw his face, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
It’s him!
Her gaze swept over his body. There were many wounds, many of which bled a blackish tinge of blood. Clearly, those who had attacked him had poisoned their blades.
It seemed that shortly after she left, his pursuers had found his trail.
Bei Yutang helped him up from the ground and carried him to the bed. Looking at the disheveled man, she sighed and began to undress him, removing his clothes and taking out her specially made antidote pills and hemostatic medicine from the cabinet.
By the time she finished, half an hour had passed.
Bei Yutang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the person on it, and whispered to him, “Luckily, you ran into me, otherwise, you would have lost your life.”
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