The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

"Sister Cen!" This shout tore through the noise of fighting outside the tent and clearly reached Sister Cen Xiao's ears.

This voice, so familiar, so real, was like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing her heart, which was shrouded in fear and despair. It was Chen Zigui! It was the Chen Zigui she had been thinking about so much! At this critical moment, he came!

A warm current instantly surged into her heart, dispelling some of the coldness from Cen Jiexiao.

Her tense nerves seemed to relax a little, but then, deeper fear surrounded her.

Chen Zi is back. What does this mean? It means that he risked his life alone, going deep into the enemy camp, just to save her!

Outside the tent, the deafening shouts of killing, the clanging of swords, and the screams of soldiers intertwined into a chaotic and cruel symphony of war.

These voices, which originally made her feel fear and despair, now turned into the dawn of hope, because it meant that Chen Zigui was fighting hard and carving out a bloody path for her.

Cen Jiexiao's heart was in her throat, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

She tried hard to hear the noise outside, wanted to distinguish Chen Zigui's voice, wanted to know if he was safe, but she could only hear the chaotic sound of fighting, which made her even more anxious.

It turns out that the reason why Chen Zigui was able to find this place so quickly was all due to Cen Jiexiao's meticulous thinking.

When Cen Jiexiao realized something was amiss, she quietly tore off the bracelet Chen Zigui had given her and scattered the crystal clear beads along the road as a mark. She believed Chen Zigui would definitely find her.

Chen Zigui followed these tiny beads all the way here, each bead like a guiding star, guiding him towards his beloved. He had only one thought in his mind: find Cen Jiexiao, rescue Cen Jiexiao!

He led the elite of the Qiming Group, like a group of tigers coming down the mountain, and rushed into the enemy camp with unstoppable momentum, fighting a desperate battle with the remnants of the Beidi army.

Each member of the Qiming Group was agile and skilled in martial arts. The swords in their hands flashed coldly in the night, and every time they swung their swords, they took the life of a Beidi soldier.

A member of the Qiming team leaped up and stabbed a Beidi soldier in the throat with one sword; another member nimbly dodged the enemy's attack and pierced the enemy's heart with a sword.

Chen Zigui led the charge, his long sword dancing like a dragon, its light flashing and its cold edge intimidating. Wherever the sword pointed, the enemy would be killed.

He chopped left and right as if he was in an empty space. The Northern Di soldiers fell to the ground one after another in front of him like chopping melons and vegetables.

His eyes were red, and he had only one thought in his mind: rescue Cen Jiexiao! He fought hard, and every sword he struck carried his deep affection and worry for Cen Jiexiao.

Inside the tent, Cen Jiexiao could only hear the clanging of weapons and the screams of soldiers outside, mixed with the angry roars of the Qiming team members. She was extremely anxious, but there was nothing she could do and she could only worry.

This feeling of powerlessness nearly brought her to the brink of collapse. How she wished she could fight alongside Chen Zigui instead of being trapped in the tent, helplessly awaiting the verdict of fate.

She gritted her teeth, tried hard to control her trembling body, and prayed over and over in her heart that Chen Zigui was safe.

Cen Jiexiao felt as if time had stopped, and every second was like being tortured in a frying pan. The clanging of weapons outside the tent, the screams of soldiers, and the roars of the Qiming team members gradually merged into a chaotic hum, becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, it receded like a tide, leaving only deathly silence.

This silence made her heart palpitate more than the previous noise, like the calm before the storm, as if foreshadowing the coming of greater danger.

Her heart was beating like a drum, almost bursting through her chest. She held her breath, trying to capture every movement outside the tent.

A drop of sweat slid down her forehead and dripped onto her clothes, stirring a slight chill. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to control her trembling body, and silently prayed in her heart: Zigui, you must be safe!

Suddenly, the tent curtain was flung open, and a tall figure appeared at the doorway, covered in blood, like an Asura from hell. It was Zigui! Cen Jiexiao's heart finally settled, and her tense nerves relaxed.

"Sister Cen, I'm here. Are you okay?" Chen Zigui's voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor. A relieved smile appeared on his face, but that smile could not hide his deep fatigue and worry.

Seeing Chen Zigui return safely, Cen Jiexiao fought back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes and shook her head gently: "I'm fine, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Chen Zigui shook his head and was about to step forward to untie the ropes on Cen Jiexiao, but a cold voice hissed like a venomous snake: "Don't move! Otherwise I will kill her!"

Cen Jiexiao's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from her feet to her head. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Amur flashing behind her, his face ferocious, his eyes filled with despair and madness. He held a sharp dagger tightly against her neck, a trickle of blood slowly flowing down the blade.

"Amur! Don't mess around! Don't hurt her, and I guarantee you won't be sentenced to death!" Chen Zigui's tone was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, with a hint of suppressed anger.

Amur laughed wildly, his laughter filled with despair and hysteria. "The death penalty can be waived? Do you think I will believe you? If I fall into your hands, there is only one way to go, death! Why not let me take this great hero of the Great Zhou with me?"

"Let her go! What are your conditions?" Chen Zigui suppressed his anger. He knew he had to remain calm now.

Amur rolled his eyes, and his greedy gaze swept over Chen Zigui: "I want a fast horse and enough money to let me leave here!"

"Okay, I promise you." Chen Zigui agreed without hesitation. As long as Cen Jiexiao's safety could be guaranteed, nothing else mattered.

"Don't play tricks! I want you to order your men to lay down their weapons and make way for me to leave safely!" Amur still looked at Chen Zigui vigilantly, without relaxing the dagger at all.

Chen Zigui took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands to indicate that he had no hostility, and then slowly threw the sword in his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Everyone listen up, lay down your weapons!" His voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

Although the surrounding Qiming Group members were unwilling, they still obeyed the order and put down their weapons.

"Make way!" Chen Zigui ordered again.

The Qiming Group silently made way, and Amur, holding Cen Jiexiao hostage, retreated step by step until they disappeared into the night.

The cunning light in Amur's eyes flashed by, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, insidious and treacherous.

He held Cen Jiexiao tightly in his left hand and held the dagger in his right hand. He retreated step by step, cautiously watching out for any movements around him.

Cen Jiexiao was held hostage by him, and every step she took was extremely difficult, but she endured the pain, said nothing, and stared at Chen Zigui firmly, trying to convey some message with her eyes.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the tent.

Amur pushed Cen Jiexiao to the ground with a sudden push, then jumped onto the horse at lightning speed. He clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and galloped away into the vast night.

Chen Zigui was furious when he saw this and was about to run after him, but was stopped by Cen Jiexiao.

"Zigui, stop chasing him, let him go." Cen Jiexiao's voice was weak and powerless, but she endured the pain and forced a smile.

Chen Zigui's eyes fell on the small wound on Cen Jiexiao's neck. Blood was constantly oozing out, staining her collar red. His heart suddenly tightened, and an intense pain surged in his heart.

His voice was trembling, filled with endless worry and heartache: "Sister Cen, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Cen Jiexiao shook her head gently, forced a smile, and said casually, "I'm fine, just a minor injury, it's nothing serious."

At this moment, Amur, who had already escaped far away, suddenly reined in his horse and turned around, with a sinister and vicious smile on his face.

He slowly raised the bow in his hand and aimed at Cen Jiexiao, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.