The man in black was lying on the ground, constantly retreating backward, but it was futile.
After saying this, Chu Shao looked at him gently and reached out to grasp his neck.
The man in black's face showed fear of death, but such expression was destined to exist only for an instant.
Certainly, Chu Shao wanted to repay him.
However, she really disliked contact with others, so her sword strikes were extremely fast and deadly, leaving no chance for the assassins to react.
Although she felt a bit regretful in her heart, she took advantage of the moment when the other party was howling and whimpering, tightened her palm slightly around his neck, and gave him the final gift.
The man in black's throat bone shattered, his head tilted, and he stopped breathing.
Xiao Jin didn't even have a chance to say the words "spare his life". In a blink of an eye, Chu Shao had solved all the men in black, leaving only corpses all over the ground.
Seeing Chu Shao slowly standing up, she decisively chose to shut up and not say anything. Because she instinctively felt that Chu Shao was very dangerous at this moment, even more dangerous than the assassins lurking in the dark.
In fact, Xiao Jin's intuition had always been accurate.
The tip of the sword slid across the ground, dripping with small red beads like broken jade.
Chu Shao raised her hand and looked at the blood stains on the back of her hand, slightly frowning. Suddenly, she felt a bit bored.
Just now, her heart was beating fast, as if reminding her that she still existed in this world and was a living person.
Chu Shao couldn't help but dislike this constant reminder.
The pleasure of the sword blade cutting into flesh and skin was very short-lived, followed by a long-lasting boredom.
As her heartbeat gradually slowed down, Chu Shao put down her hand. She had already become accustomed to this numbness.
Fortunately, she had a new pastime now, which wasn't too boring.
However, when Chu Shao smiled and raised her head, she met Xiao Jin's gaze, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared.
In Xiao Jin's pupils, not only did her figure reflect, but there was also an unsteady expression hidden. Others might not be afraid of her, but Chu Shao could tell at a glance that Xiao Jin was afraid of her.
Chu Shao felt puzzled because just yesterday in the bridal chamber, Xiao Jin said that they were allies and fellow culprits connected by destiny.
But only a day later, Xiao Jin was afraid of her, which was hardly keeping her word.
She didn't like people who broke their promises.
Realizing that Xiao Jin was also essentially hypocritical, Chu Shao felt a little lonely. But soon, she became happy again because she decided to put an end to all of this.
Xiao Jin watched as Chu Shao lifted the sword stained with blood and walked slowly towards her.
Her steps were light, and her smile was very gentle. If you ignored the still-dripping sword, she might not have been nervous enough to forget to blink.
"Warning! The host's probability of death is 80%. Please take timely measures to respond..."
Xiao Jin's brain went blank, her heart pounding so hard that it was almost bursting out of her chest.
In such a quiet environment, she knew that Chu Shao could hear her heartbeat. She only hated her heart, this traitor, for betraying her at such an inappropriate time.
Everywhere she looked, she saw Chu Shao's soft smile and that mole like a grain of cinnabar.
"Too fast."
Chu Shao's voice was elegant and beautiful as she crouched down, smiling at Xiao Jin.
Gently extending her bloodstained hand, she stroked Xiao Jin's neck and said seriously, "Your heart is beating too fast."
Her eyes were innocent and gentle, as if she were humbly seeking advice. "Your highness, I'm really curious. What are you thinking right now? If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them."
Her fingers caressed Xiao Jin's skin, and her movements were very gentle, as if she were touching a fragile treasure. But if she pressed a little harder, she could find that faint blue blood vessel with precision.
Enduring the pressure of being choked, Xiao Jin forced herself to calm down. Her brain raced, and she finally uttered a slow sentence.
"Does it hurt?"
Hearing this question, Chu Shao's movement of choking Xiao Jin's neck paused slightly.
Because no one had ever asked her that question before.
It wasn't until Xiao Jin calmly asked this question that Chu Shao lowered her eyes and realized that during the fight, her arm had accidentally been cut, leaving a bloody wound.
The sword wound was not deep, but it bled profusely and soaked her pristine white robe.
Caught up in the excitement of the moment, Chu Shao had neglected to defend herself and had only focused on the speed of her sword moves. When she sheathed her sword, the joy in her heart had not yet subsided, so she had not noticed the pain from her injury.
Moreover, the minor wound was difficult for her to detect.
Xiao Jin saw that Chu Shao's brows were furrowed and her cool, damp hand was still on her neck, but she said nothing, her heart in her throat.
That she had managed to ask such a question was purely a matter of last-ditch effort. But whether this reckless move would be effective or not could only be determined by fate.
After a moment, Chu Shao lifted her head and gazed at Xiao Jin's pale, calm face.
She looked at Xiao Jin for a long time before suddenly laughing and saying softly, "It does hurt a little bit."
"..."
Her casual tone was so disingenuous.
Xiao Jin didn't believe Chu Shao's words at all, but seeing her smile slightly with eyes brighter than the moon, she remained calm, keeping a clear head and taking out a handkerchief that she carried with her.
Although Chu Shao's gaze became slightly more normal, her hand that was gripping Xiao Jin's neck still had no intention of letting go.
Xiao Jin decided to take the initiative, so she reached out and gently grasped Chu Shao's wrist.
While Chu Shao was still stunned, she took her hand, looking indifferent, and grasped the handkerchief, wiping away the blood from her fingertips bit by bit.
The white silk handkerchief was soft and quickly wiped away the bloodstains from Chu Shao's fingers.
After regaining her composure, Chu Shao gazed at Xiao Jin's face, trying to detect any fear in her expression. However, besides her tightly pursed lips, she showed almost no signs of being afraid. Even as she stared intently at her, Xiao Jin's hand movements remained steady and serious, seemingly unaffected.
A pure white silk handkerchief was soon stained red with blood.
Xiao Jin furrowed her eyebrows and coughed twice. She held the bloodstained handkerchief in her hand, but her expression remained unchanged.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In fact, she was dizzy and couldn't tell if the blood on her hand was her own or Chu Shao's.
She only knew that this was probably the bravest thing she had ever done in her life. At the same time, she sincerely prayed that she would not be given a second chance to be so brave.
It was thrilling, so thrilling that she was almost scared out of her wits.
It wasn't until she had wiped all ten fingers clean that Xiao Jin lowered her eyes and looked at Chu Shao's cold and slender fingertips before slowly letting go of her hand.
Then she raised her head and met Chu Shao's gaze. Suppressing the trembling in her voice as much as possible, she pretended to be calm and said to Chu Shao, "Give me the sword."
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The translator has something to say: Xiao Jin, I prayed for your life to be safe.
TO BE CONTINUE...