Time Travel and Love

Half an hour later, word came from the second and third courtyards that they could no longer hold the place. Another half an hour later, the imperial guards must have searched all the courtyards and found them all empty, even the servants, before reaching the thirteenth courtyard.

Listening to the sounds of the guards fighting at the door, Chu Qingmeng slowly stood up and smiled at Mu Lingxue, "Come on, it's hunting time~"

Mu Lingxue also stood up, covering her mouth with her hand and smiling softly. She reached for the gun at her waist and checked the magazine again. By this time, the assassins, as if on unified command, had gathered around the study. As soon as the imperial guards attacked, the assassins followed suit. The scene suddenly became chaotic. Feiying, Feiling, Lengji, and Lengji had been shielding Chu Qingmeng and Mu Lingxue behind them, leaving them no chance to attack. Kui Wuqing charged in, killing anyone who approached. For a moment, Feiying and the other two had no chance to attack.

But the enemy seemed to have received a death order, determined to destroy the mansion. The number of guards and assassins increased, and casualties among the secret guards and shadows gradually increased. The smell of blood in the air became increasingly strong. Chu Qingmeng took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and handed one to Mu Lingxue. Mu Lingxue took it without a word. Chu Qingmeng also lit one for herself. They both needed to calm down. After all, they were people who grew up under the red flag, and such a large-scale fight still made their hands tremble. Chu Qingmeng casually tossed half a pack of cigarettes on the tea table. The last half pack was gone, and he couldn't let it get stained with blood.

After an hour, almost all the guards in the mansion were killed or wounded, but the imperial guards continued to pour in. Although there were only a few assassins left, there were not many secret guards left either.

It's been two hours since the Imperial Guards stormed in, but the people from the fifth floor haven't arrived yet. I'm afraid something's happened. Chu Qingmeng dispatched a Imperial Guard with a single shot, then looked up at the sky with a wry smile. It seemed like the Heavenly Dao had no intention of letting her see tomorrow's sunrise. Suddenly, like a madman, he cried out, laughing and crying, "You damn Heavenly Dao! We agreed on three years! It hasn't even been three months!!"

Chu Qingmeng dodged a guard with a sidestep before firing another shot. Feiying Lengji was constantly entangled, unable to escape. Kui Wuqing's arm was numb from swinging his sword, and Fei Ling's longsword was covered in blood. Mu Lingxue was in a similar situation, dodging and firing at the same time.

“Mother!” “Mother!” “Mother!”…

Several voices called out to Chu Qingmeng and Mu Lingxue, and then they gathered around them. Seeing them, Chu and Mu finally felt a sense of peace. Chu Qingmeng raised his hand and fired another shot. He glanced at the group and smiled, "Good reaction, you little brats! Where are the others?"

"I've already sent a message to the other cousins!" Mo Jiangche took the time to reply after killing a member of the imperial guard with a sword.

"Third brother! Be careful!" Mu Lingxue immediately turned around and shot, but unfortunately the shot missed.

Chu Qingmeng raised her hand and fired another shot, thus solving the trouble of her third son. Then she kicked away the imperial guards who rushed over, but she never expected that the tip of the imperial guards’ sword would cut a little flesh on Chu Qingmeng’s right cheek. Regardless of the pain on her face, she raised her hand and fired another shot, but found that she had no bullets. She drew her sword and continued to fight, but she caught a glimpse of an assassin behind Mo Jiangqing rushing straight towards him. Her heart suddenly panicked for a moment, and she subconsciously rushed forward. The knife cut through her left shoulder and her entire back and landed on her right waist. Mo Jiangqing only felt someone sticking to his back. After a slight pause, the person lost strength and rushed forward. He subconsciously caught her, but found that it was Chu Qingmeng, "Mother!"

"Mother!" The moment Chu Qingmeng lost her strength, Mo Jiangche killed the person in front of him with a sword and flew behind Mo Jiangqing. At this time, Mo Jiangqing held the weak Chu Qingmeng with one hand and continued to kill with the sword in the other hand.

"Wu Qing!" Chu Qingmeng roared angrily.

Kui Wuqing turned around and tiptoed to the assassin, dispatching him with a single blow before reaching Chu Qingmeng. The dozen or so remaining assassins seemed to have located the main figure in the crowd and began attacking Chu Qingmeng. The others were relatively unscathed, and Kui Wuqing dispatched a few. However, one individual, seemingly a match for Wuqing in martial arts, even managed to throw two darts at Mo Jiangche while simultaneously dealing with Wuqing. Mo Jiangche, meanwhile, was looking down to check if Chu Qingmeng had sustained any injuries. Chu Qingmeng's eyes trembled slightly, and he embraced Mo Jiangche's head. The two darts lodged firmly in Chu Qingmeng's arms.

"Qingmeng!!" Mo Liujin roared and came to Chu Qingmeng's side.

"Wen Zhong!! Kill him!!" Chu Qingmeng roared at the same time. Seeing that Kui Wuqing could not deal with him, Chu Qingmeng no longer cared about letting Kui Wen Zhong hide.

Feiying was stunned for a moment, then saw Feiling quickly shake off the assassins who were harassing him, and with a single toe he was right next to the assassin. Feiying's pupils trembled. This was not Feiling's skill! Feiling's skills were inferior to his own, and even when he was entangled by several assassins, he couldn't escape so easily! And this person actually escaped and reached the assassin's side so quickly!