Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

The two groups of men in black in front moved with incredible speed, while the group behind them was acting strangely.

The figure followed quietly and mysteriously without attracting anyone's attention.

The night was as dark as ink, and several shadowy figures moved along the mottled blue brick wall, their black outfits fluttering in the howling north wind.

As the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers drew closer, they crouched down, clinging to the corner of the wall like geckos.

As the lantern's glow swept past the base of the wall, it sprang up like a ghost, silently swiftly treading on the still-unmelted snow.

A figure crouched under the eaves of the Han residence, slowly peeking out into the house.

The copper bells on the eaves occasionally swayed slightly, but could not break the deathly silence of the courtyard. Three lanterns hung under the eaves of the hanging flower gate, their dim yellow light shattered by the wind, casting mottled shadows on the snow.

The leader, dressed in black with a black mask on, swept his hawk-like gaze across the silent corridor, letting out a low whistle.

A dozen or so dark figures flew past the pillars of the covered walkway like arrows, disappearing in an instant behind the moon gate.

Only the crunching snowflakes made a soft rustling sound, quickly swept up by the north wind and covered with shallow footprints again.

The group of men in black split into several groups and headed towards the various courtyards of the Han residence.

He groped his way to a door, slowly pushed it open, and slipped into the room.

The room was pitch black. He slowly groped his way to the inside, gripping the dagger tightly in his hand.

He approached the bed step by step, his dagger ready to strike.

He raised it high above his head and slammed it hard onto the bed.

However, the dagger only touched the hard bed board.

The man in black widened his eyes instantly and became alert.

However, it was already too late, and a cold light pierced through the man in black's throat at an extremely fast speed.

Gugu's blood instantly sprayed onto the bed.

The black-clad men following behind him sharpened their eyes upon seeing this and instantly assumed an attack stance, thrusting straight towards the bed.

But his thrust missed, and his arm was tightly gripped.

With a flick of his wrist, the man in black's entire arm took on an extremely bizarre shape.

It twisted and deformed instantly, and the man in black could no longer control it.

She cried out in pain, "Ah...ah..."

The mournful sound instantly filled the entire sky above the Han residence.

The leader of the men in black outside immediately became alert.

He frowned as he looked in that direction and headed toward the room from which the sound came.

However, just as they were about to get close, they heard a sound of something cutting through the air, and felt a chill run down their spines.

A sharp, piercing sound tore through the silence! An arrow, gleaming with a cold light, flew like a venomous silver snake, carrying a whistling wind, straight for the man in black's throat.

In a flash, the man in black flipped his wrist, and a black dagger drew a crescent moon, barely deflecting the arrow.

The metal clashed, sparking blinding flashes. A sharp sound pierced the night like tearing silk, and sparks landed on the snow, instantly burning black holes in it.

The arrow contained immense force, like a surging wave. The man in black's feet carved two deep furrows in the snow, and he was forced back several steps by the impact.

Each step shattered the ice, kicking up fine snowflakes.

When he finally regained his balance, the dagger in his hand had already dented deeply.

Blood beads seeping from the tiger's mouth slid down the blade, spreading a dark red hue on the snow.

The metallic sweetness churning in his throat almost broke through his defenses. The man in black bit his tongue hard, the taste of rust mixed with the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze like a poisoned blade, fixed on the creaking, carved wooden door.

As the cold wind lifted the curtain, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out.

The jade pendant at his waist gleamed warmly in the moonlight, yet it made his pupils shrink even more sharply than the blade.

Han Zixuan gripped the Nine Phoenix Divine Bow tightly in her hand, and had already nocked an arrow again.

The arrow was once again aimed at the man in black, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His fingers slowly relaxed, and the arrow flew out again.

The leader of the men in black was terrified, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

His grey-blue eyes seemed to see death itself, and he immediately tried to dodge, but human speed is nowhere near as fast as an arrow.

At that critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the leader of the men in black.

The arrow pierced her body instantly, passing through her chest, and landed at Rong Di's feet.

The man in black instantly fell silent, his body limp on the snow.

The blood instantly melted the blood on the ground into a pool of blood.

Han Zixuan, on the other hand, didn't pay much attention to them; she just mechanically drew her bow and nocked an arrow.

He shot an arrow at each of the men in black he saw.

Then came the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Suddenly, several figures emerged rapidly from behind her.

They ran off in all directions, and the sound of clashing swords filled the courtyard instantly.

There was another painful cry, but it was quickly drowned out.

As the man in black slowly approached Han Zixuan, she decisively put her bow and arrows back into her spatial storage.

Anyway, no one could see it at this moment, so he quickly drew a long sword from his waist.

He unleashed a fierce sword strike at the charging man in black.

Before the man in black could react, he was already decapitated.

Then came the second and the third...

Rong Di watched as more and more people who had fought against Han Zixuan fell to the ground.

His face gradually turned pale; the men he brought were all experts capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

He couldn't even withstand two moves from Han Zixuan.

It was evident that Han Zixuan possessed terrifying strength, and she adjusted the energy within her body.

He leaped in front of Han Zixuan in an instant. As the sword and arrow clashed, Han Zixuan instantly made Rong Di's arm tremble.

He gritted his teeth and thrust his sword forward, but Han Zixuan seized the opportunity.

With a flick of her sword, Han Zixuan sidestepped and slammed into Rong Di's chest.

After hearing several cracking sounds, Rong Di could no longer suppress the stabbing pain in his chest.

Blood splattered all over the face mask instantly, and Han Zixuan recognized the person in front of her.

Han Zixuan narrowed her eyes and coldly uttered a name.

"The Rongdi prince!"

When Han Zixuan encountered him at Ningxiang Pavilion today, she smashed many bottles of perfume.

Rongdi and Tana naturally got infected!

The various scents blend together, and the strong perfume doesn't fade easily.

Why not suspect it's Tana? Just look at the figure of the person in front of her, it's quite obvious.

Tana's size would definitely make her stand out anywhere!

Rong Di's pupils dilated in shock, and he pressed his lips tightly together, remaining silent.

Using the force of the collision, he created some distance between himself and Han Zixuan.

Clutching his chest, he desperately tried to suppress the urge to collapse.

He whistled again, and the man in black seemed to hear a command.

They stopped arguing with the people in front of them, tried their best to break free, and fled outwards.

But Han Zixuan wasn't about to let them leave so easily.

In a flash, he arrived in front of Rong Di.

He grabbed Rong Di's slender neck and squeezed hard with his five fingers.

Rong Di immediately felt a suffocating sensation.

A sharp tool appeared in his hand without him noticing.

He quickly made a bloody cut on Han Zixuan's arm, and Han Zixuan frowned instantly.

He immediately released Rong Di's hand, his eyes growing colder as he looked at the bloodstains on his arm.