The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

A group of people rushed over, their swords leaving trails on the ground as they clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

There were dozens, if not hundreds, of people in that dark mass.

Fang Qingyou touched the empty medicine pouch at her waist and felt deeply that she had brought too little poison this time.

The original plan was to attend a banquet at the palace, and all that was needed was to guard against any schemes, and then I would return safely.

Who would have thought that she would linger in the palace for so long, and now, in the pitch black, she would encounter so many assassins.

She could at least dodge schemes, but when it came to these assassins, she was simply no match for so many of them.

Fang Qingyou cried out in her heart with a sense of resentment, "Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianmo, you've really ruined my life!"

If Luo Qianmo hadn't insisted on talking to her and making him stay, she would probably already be asleep at home.

It was only then that Fang Qingyou realized that she had spent so much time with Luo Qianmo today, but he hadn't said anything.

With a bitter expression, Fang Qingyou opened the medicine pouch at her waist, intending to pull out a handful of poison to deal with the black-clad assassins and then try to escape.

Although she was fighting against numerous assassins single-handedly, Fang Qingyou did not want to give up easily. As long as she had a breath left, she would not give up her life!

Just then, Fang Qingyou heard the sound of wind rushing past her ears, and felt as if someone was coming. Then she felt a tightness on her shoulder, as someone had grabbed her shoulder without her noticing.

That hand was very strong; when it gripped her shoulder, it almost lifted her off the carriage shaft.

Fang Qingyou's expression turned cold, and she was about to grab the poison when she heard a familiar voice: "It's me."

The voice was soft, yet it inexplicably made people feel at ease.

Fang Qingyou was slightly taken aback, then felt her figure fly away from the carriage. With a turn of her body, a strong hand appeared around her waist, pulling her into the air.

"Eighth Prince, you..." Fang Qingyou could hardly believe her eyes, she couldn't believe that the person who saved her was Luo Qianmo.

Although Luo Qianmo had saved her several times before, it seemed that he had no choice but to do so. This time, it seemed that he had come deliberately for her.

"Hold me tight!" Luo Qianmo's tone was cold, sounding like a command, but Fang Qingyou felt very touched.

This was the warmth of being cared for. She didn't know why Luo Qianmo had come to save her, but she was truly grateful to him.

Fang Qingyou hugged Luo Qianmo's waist tightly, and he lifted her into the air.

She had never felt that Luo Qianmo's image was so lofty. He had always given her the impression that he could coldly watch others die without being moved.

All of this happened so fast that by the time the group of assassins in black reacted, Luo Qianmo had already led Fang Qingyou away from the carriage.

Luo Qianmo's lightness skill was excellent; he actually leaped high over the group of black-clad assassins in front of him.

The assassins in black naturally wouldn't let Luo Qianmo leave easily, and they all took flight, trying to stop him and Fang Qingyou.

"Crack—crack—" A loud sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

"Ah! Ah! Ah—" Fang Qingyou only saw a whip shadow flash past her eyes, and then she saw the men in black screaming one after another as they fell to the ground, their swords and knives falling to the ground with a series of thuds.

A strong, metallic smell of blood wafted from the tip of my nose.

"Awooo—" The strong smell of blood startled the horse, causing it to gallop forward wildly.

The immense force and the large size of the carriage scattered the group of assassins in black.

Based on the smell of blood, Fang Qingyou deduced that Luo Qianmo was holding a long whip in his left hand.

The night was too dark for her to see the whip's appearance, but she could guess that it must be a whip covered in sharp blades.

Once it passes over flesh and blood, flesh and blood fly everywhere.

The bloody scene made Fang Qingyou tremble.

She was a very dedicated doctor who saved countless lives but never killed anyone.

Little did she know that today she would witness so many deaths.

Fang Qingyou knew these were people who wanted to kill her, but she felt no pity for them; she only lamented the passing of life.

Life is hard to come by, but it leaves so quickly.

Who did she offend that they would go to such lengths to make such a big fuss for a young woman like her?

Sensing the subtle reaction of the person in his arms, Luo Qianmo tightened his grip on her waist slightly, thinking she was scared and wanted to reassure her.

Fang Qingyou felt Luo Qianmo's strength and felt a warmth in her heart. She never expected that the usually domineering Eighth Prince would have such a subtle side.

She quickly recovered from her emotional state.

Life is your own; if you don't cherish it, how can you expect others to?

Fang Qingyou had never believed that life was divided into high and low, noble and lowly, but at this moment, she knew that no matter what happened, she had to protect her own life and Luo Qianmo's life.

Although she may not have the ability, she will definitely do it.

"Crack—crack—crack—" The sound of the whip cutting through the air was incessant as Luo Qianmo quickly wiped out most of the black-clad assassins in front of him.

Seeing that the five or six black-clad assassins behind him had caught up, he swept his whip around a few times, and the assassins screamed in agony.

Then, Luo Qianmo suddenly landed lightly, and with a light tap of his feet, his body soared into the air again. This time, he flew straight past all the black-clad assassins, leaving them far behind before landing with Fang Qingyou in his arms.

Luo Qianmo controlled his strength very well. When Fang Qingyou landed, she did not feel any pain. It was a bumpy mountain road, but she felt like she was walking on flat ground.

The feeling of landing on the ground finally put Fang Qingyou's mind at ease.

Although she was quite brave, this kind of light-footed skill, which was even more terrifying than bungee jumping, still made her very nervous.

"Eighth Prince, thank you!" Fang Qingyou took a deep breath, her voice filled with gratitude.

If Luo Qianmo hadn't appeared in time, she would probably have been trampled flat by these black-clad assassins by now.

"Don't thank me yet, we're not completely out of danger." Luo Qianmo's words made Fang Qingyou freeze on the spot.

She thought the darkness of the day was over, but he said they were still not out of danger.

No, no, no, Luo Qianmo's expression seemed somewhat solemn. Was he saying that the darkness of today had only just begun?

Fang Qingyou held her shattered heart and smiled bitterly. The joy that had just taken flight had instantly shattered into pieces. This contrast was truly unbearable!

woo woo woo...