Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Under the sunlight, Shen Ying sat quietly under the tree, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and falling on her.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze somewhat unfocused, her brows furrowed gently, as if troubled by something.

A gentle breeze caressed her hair, adding to her gentleness and tranquility.

In the open space ahead, children are playing happily.

Their laughter, as clear and melodious as silver bells, echoed in the air.

Some children were chasing and playing with each other, their little faces flushed from running; some children were squatting on the ground, carefully playing with the toys in their hands; and some children were gathered together, chattering about their little secrets.

Looking at the carefree children, Shen Ying couldn't help but smile, her eyes revealing a hint of tenderness and envy.

She suddenly smiled with relief. She shouldn't keep dwelling on the fact that this was a game world; she should seize the moment and cherish the time she spent with Lan Xiao.

Suddenly, the tribe's alarm bells rang out sharply, shattering the harmonious atmosphere.

Shen Ying looked bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

The older children nearby cried out in terror, "Someone is attacking the tribe!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lan Xiao came running over, panting.

His face was filled with anxiety and worry, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

However, the moment he saw Shen Ying, he felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders and rushed over to hug her tightly.

"The enemy is attacking, and the situation is critical. I have left three guards behind, and they will lead you to a safe haven."

As Lan Xiao gave his instructions, he gently touched Shen Ying's face.

After saying that, he kissed Shen Ying's forehead, then hurriedly turned and left to join the battle against the enemy.

Three guards escorted Shen Ying and the children toward the shelter. But on the way, an accident occurred.

Two agile enemies suddenly darted out from the shadows, moving like ghosts and instantly kicking the guard away and knocking him to the ground.

"Run, children!" Shen Ying shouted.

The children were terrified and cried loudly, following closely behind Shen Ying.

These enemies had a clear objective and rushed straight towards Shen Ying, nearly capturing her several times.

Although the guards put up a stubborn resistance and tried their best to stop them, they were gradually overwhelmed.

"Sister, I'm scared!" a child cried.

Shen Ying gently reassured her, "It's alright."

Just as a guard was about to have his throat slit by the enemy's merciless longsword, at the critical moment, Shen Ying rushed over without hesitation and shoved the man aside.

"Sister, watch out!!" another child screamed.

Then, gritting her teeth, she resolutely ran in the opposite direction, trying to draw the enemy away and buy more time for the children and guards.

At that moment, Shen Ying's heart was pounding. She ran for her life, wondering: Why are these people targeting me?

"Could they be planning to take me hostage to threaten Lan Xiao? But how did they know about my relationship with Lan Xiao? Could there be a traitor among us?" she muttered to herself as she ran.

If that's the case, then who exactly is this traitor? And what is their purpose in betraying the tribe? A series of questions flashed through Shen Ying's mind, but the sound of the enemy's relentless footsteps behind her left her no time to think about it. She could only grit her teeth and continue running forward recklessly.

She discovered that in this life-or-death situation, her running speed was beyond what she usually could. Although she was much slower than Lan Xiao, the enemies chasing behind her could not catch up for a while.

Just as she was running for her life, she heard a "whoosh" as the enemy threw a hidden weapon.

The hidden weapons were several sharp darts, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Shen Ying's body seemed to react instinctively; she twisted her waist and quickly dodged the dart.

However, although she temporarily dodged the hidden weapon, the two enemies gradually closed in.

Just as they were about to reach out and grab Shen Ying, her body moved instinctively as if out of control.

Her punches and kicks were as swift as the wind, each move sharp and precise, and she herself had never expected them to be so powerful.

In just a few rounds, he knocked the two burly enemies to the ground.

Shen Ying looked at the enemy lying on the ground, still shocked, her heart pounding from the near-death experience.

"What's going on? How did I become so skilled?" she muttered to herself.

Then, she suddenly realized, "Maybe this is the cheat code I got after transmigrating into this game, giving me the original owner's skills and attributes."

But what kind of person was the original owner of this body? Why was someone so powerful abandoned by the tribe?

Shen Ying was panting heavily, but her eyes remained sharp.

She quickly and anxiously searched the surroundings, finally finding some sturdy ropes. With nimble movements, she bound the two enemies she had knocked unconscious tightly together, turning them into tightly wrapped dumplings.

Then, she somehow managed to rummage through some rags and stuffed them into the mouths of the two men, giving the enemy no chance to harm themselves or cause trouble.

Then, Shen Ying gripped the rope tightly with both hands and struggled to drag the two heavy men back.

"Sister, you're amazing!" the children cheered when they saw Shen Ying return.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her breathing was slightly rapid, but her eyes were incredibly firm.

Finally finding the three guards and the children, Shen Ying threw two "meat dumplings" in front of the guards without hesitation and said, "Keep an eye on them!"

Then, she took the hand of one of the youngest children and, together with one of the guards, led the children quickly toward the shelter.

Outside the tribe, the shouts of battle were deafening. Lan Xiao, wielding a long sword, led the charge. His deep blue eyes burned like a raging fire, yet also revealed a resolute calm.

His gaze swept calmly across the battlefield, each glance seemingly calculating the situation and directing his and his soldiers' actions.

The enemies surged in like a tide, each with a ferocious expression. Lan Xiao's expression was cold and stern as he swung his sword to meet them. As the blade flashed, blood splattered everywhere.

His every move was fierce and powerful, carrying the force of breaking the wind, and wherever he went, enemies fell to the ground.

The soldiers beside him did not back down either; they worked closely together to form a solid defensive line.

Some wielded spears, thrusting them into the enemy's chest; others brandished shields, deflecting the enemy's attacks.

Dust billowed across the battlefield, and the sounds of clashing swords filled the air.

Blue Owl's clothes were stained red with blood, but his movements did not slow down at all; on the contrary, he became even more ferocious.

His eyes were like torches, and his long sword moved like the wind, each strike carrying the force of thunder.

An enemy attacked from the side, but Lan Xiao dodged to the side and slashed the enemy's throat with a backhand stroke, causing blood to spurt out.

The enemy soldiers, their faces contorted with rage, frantically brandished their weapons, attempting to break through Blue Owl's defensive line.

One of the tall enemies wielded a giant axe, each swing accompanied by a whooshing sound. A tribal warrior was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the shoulder by the axe, instantly falling to the ground.

However, Blue Owl was agile and moved freely among the enemy ranks, like a mighty lion, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

He seized the opportunity, leaped towards the enemy wielding the giant axe, and thrust his long sword straight into the enemy's chest, causing the enemy to fall to the ground with a thud.

As the battle continued, the morale of the tribal warriors grew higher and higher.

Their roars echoed through the sky, as if declaring to the enemy: This land is inviolable!

Some soldiers, despite being wounded in the arm, still gripped their spears tightly and thrust them at the enemy with all their might; others, despite being shot in the leg, gritted their teeth and continued fighting.

Under Blue Owl's leadership, the warriors fought with increasing ferocity and finally repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again.

The enemy began to panic, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Some enemies began to retreat, turning to flee, but were pushed back by their comrades behind them; others staggered, unable to hold their weapons steady.

Gradually, the enemy scattered and fled, leaving behind a scene of devastation on the battlefield.

Lan Xiao watched the departing enemy, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, and a victorious weariness appeared on his face.