After the interstellar female general died in battle, she transmigrated into the body of a dashing p

Yuan Ming tiptoed away with Zhu Zhiling on his back, not forgetting to take the candied hawthorn stalks with him.

Zhu Zhiling's body was alternating between hot and cold, her mind was foggy, and her internal organs felt like they were being entangled and churning by thousands of thorny vines.

The extreme tearing apart creates a coexistence of numbness and lucidity, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Time seemed to stand still, countless breaths passed, a bittersweet feeling like a drop of water falling into a lake, a mere grain of sand in a vast ocean.

Yuan Ming stuffed the hawthorn pieces, which were covered in white venom, into Zhu Zhiling's mouth.

"You owe me a life. Remember, from now on I'm your boss. If you ever dare to poison me or slap me again, you're being unfilial..."

"I told you to eat less on weekdays..."

Yuan Ming kept muttering to himself, sweat trickling down his forehead along his brow bone and stinging his eyes.

Carrying a creature that was almost like a corpse, whose unconscious body was as soft as a bone and weighed several times more than a normal person, Yuan Ming not only had to prevent Zhu Zhiling from falling, but also had to pay attention to the surroundings at all times, not daring to relax for a moment.

Judging from Zhu Zhiling's condition and route, it was clear that she was going to the mansion to find him.

Zhu Zhiling was unaware that Yuan Ming usually spent his days either at Zhaixing Tower or with Zheng Nianyun, and rarely spent time in her own residence.

It can be said that Zhu's spirit was very fortunate.

Recently, Chu Mo has been spacing out all day for some reason, as if he is being haunted by something.

After some mental analysis, Yuan Ming concluded that Chu Mo probably felt that all his friends had things to do, while he was the only one with nothing to do.

It makes me feel pathetic, so I'm sad.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was right. Helping my good brother out of his troubles was of course my duty.

Chu Mo usually reads books when he has nothing to do, so he thought about whether he could find a rare and incomplete book to amuse people.

For several days in a row, I couldn't find a 'broken' book. Today, I just happened to come across one that was 'broken' enough. Who knew I would run into that poisonous woman, Zhu Zhiling!

Occasionally, people in the streets and alleys would see that the timid, thieving people had just left when a few more 'crazy' people chasing flying insects would appear in the blink of an eye.

With the exit appearing, those people would certainly not dare to make a move openly once they were out of the alley.

After turning two more corners, he would be back home. Yuan Ming took a deep breath, wanting to cross this road in one go.

His breathing was barely audible around his neck, and he quickened his pace.

"Almost there... Zhu Zhiling... wake up!" Yuan Ming gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

He's more exhausted now than if he were fighting a life-or-death battle with his friends.

'call out-'

"She's here!"

An arrow pierced the air, its tip aimed directly at Zhu Zhiling's back.

The man shouted from a few feet away from Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming quickly spun around, letting out a muffled groan.

An arrow pierced his left shoulder, and crimson blood seeped into his clothes.

Yuan Ming kicked the wooden stick of the candied hawthorn, swung his right arm with all his might, turned around and tightened his grip on the person on his back, and charged towards the alley entrance.

The man was caught off guard and staggered backward after being hit by a stalk of grass.

Hearing the commotion, the other two flanked from the rooftops on both sides, simultaneously unleashing a barrage of arrows, filling the alley with murderous intent.

The three people formed a triangle to block the way.

"You son of a bitch!" Yuan Ming cursed under his breath. He used to believe Zhu Zhiling to some extent, but now he believed her completely.

Judging from this situation, it's impossible to avoid it.

Feeling a slight numbness in his left arm, Yuan Ming quickly activated his internal energy, using the Gu poison in his blood to devour the medicinal power.

He took out a porcelain bottle with his right hand and threw it at the three of them. Taking advantage of the moment, he placed Zhu Zhiling at the foot of the wall.

The three men smashed the porcelain bottle, saw the scattered insects, frowned in unison, and crushed them with their feet.

"A crooked and evil path." The first person to appear spoke with righteous indignation, the silver needles between his fingers gleaming coldly. "I was originally going to spare you because you didn't know the reason, but if you use Gu to harm people, then you cannot be allowed to live."

As soon as he finished speaking, three silver needles and hidden arrows shot towards Yuan Ming simultaneously.

Yuan Ming had no weapon, so he took off his outer clothes and spun them around as a shield, exclaiming with great bravado: "You're not qualified to release your ancestors!"

If he weren't afraid that Zhu Zhiling would die, he would have shown them what it meant to use Gu poison to harm people.

"Young man, do not utter such arrogant words."

"We will rid the people of this wicked creature right now!"

"Kid, remember to walk the right path in your next life, and don't learn everything."

The three women, with their red lips, retaliated with hidden weapons in their hands, throwing poison powder at each other as if it were free, showing no intention of engaging in close combat.

As long as it doesn't get close to the Gu worm and can't enter the body, it's just a useless thing.

The three were more cautious than Yuan Ming had expected. Occasionally, a silver needle would pierce their clothes, but Yuan Ming skillfully deflected it. As the poison powder scattered, Zhu Zhiling's face grew increasingly ashen.

If this continues, Zhu Zhiling might really die here.

Yuan Ming was so anxious that he wanted to tear the people apart. If he had studied more books with An An and the others back then, would he have already come up with a solution?

The commotion wasn't unnoticed by passersby outside the alley. Ordinary people would quickly retreat upon hearing the noise, while those with some martial arts skills would be even more unwilling to offend anyone who dared to make a move in the capital.

......

For the first time, Yuan Ming experienced what it meant to be helpless. If Zhu Zhiling were to die, he would definitely turn the others into medicine people, let them be eaten by Gu worms every day, and then keep them alive with ginseng soup, making them wish they were dead.

"what!"

In the nick of time, Yuan Ming decisively drew the dagger strapped to his calf and shot it toward the direction of the sound.

It was the same person on the ground who, before falling, stared wide-eyed and with his mouth agape, looking at Yuan Ming in disbelief.

The dagger was half-embedded in the throat, and bright red blood gushed out like a freshly stabbed pig's neck.

The little white head poked out from the man's clothes, hissing and flicking its tongue, seemingly trying to curry favor with Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming's heart was in his throat. "Xiao Bai, come back!" His voice cracked with urgency.

The two people on the higher ground also saw the black and white snake head that had poked its head out. One of them threw out a silver needle, and Yuan Ming took out the last porcelain bottle to block the attack.

Suddenly, Xiaobai darted away from the corpse.

"noob!"

The little white head was firmly fixed in place by the silver needles that followed.

'Bang!' A taut string snapped.

"I'm going to kill you!" It's as if it's stating a simple fact. But it's precisely this almost gentle calm that makes these words more chilling than any roar.

Yuan Ming's body sank, and he suddenly rose from the ground, soaring through the air like a hawk, instantly climbing to the top of the wall.

Before he could pause, he transformed into a swift shadow, rushing straight at the man with chilling killing intent.

The man was terrified and in his panic, he threw out all sorts of hidden arrows, poison powder, and silver needles.

Yuan Ming neither dodged nor evaded, letting the hidden weapons tear through his flesh and the poison powder burn his eyes—it was as if this body had long since lost all sense of pain, with only a wisp of obsession remaining, tightly locking his throat.

Only then did that person truly become afraid.

"Aren't you afraid Lin Ling will die?" The man tried to suppress his trembling, but his voice betrayed his true feelings.

Yuan Ming paused almost imperceptibly—Lin Ling's life or death today was entirely in her hands.

“Take one more step and I’ll kill her!” another man shouted.

Yuan Ming seemed not to hear, his figure approaching like a ghost, his fists fierce and each move aimed directly at vital points.

The man hastily drew his boning knife to parry, only to see Yuan Ming not only not close his mouth but also take the blow head-on, grabbing the man's throat with his other hand. In the instant the knuckles tightened, fear finally crushed the man completely.

"call out-"

Another person suddenly fired a cold arrow from his sleeve, aiming straight for Lin Ling's heart!

"clang!"

A silver glint struck first, knocking the hidden arrow down from mid-air.