The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Mei looked at Yan Yan, who was so close to her, and felt a mix of emotions. A bitter smile appeared on her face.

"Why did you insist on coming back after your master sent you away?" Mei's voice was weak and hoarse, filled with deep helplessness and tenderness.

He knew that if Yan Yan left, there was still a glimmer of hope, but if she came back, it would be tantamount to stepping into a certain death.

This silly child, why can't he understand my good intentions? Why is he so disobedient?

Yan Yan's big, watery eyes filled with tears, which rolled down like beads from a broken string.

He shook his head vigorously, saying firmly, "You are my master, how can I abandon you and live alone?"

"You..." Mei was about to say a few more words to Yan Yan, urging him to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, but before she could finish speaking, she felt a sweet taste in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft".

The blood splattered onto his clothes, instantly spreading and quickly soaking through them.

At the same time, the ground beneath him was gradually soaked in blood, a shocking sight.

Looking at the hideous wounds on Mei's body, Yan Yan felt a pang of heartache, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

He cried as he said in a choked voice, "Master, you must not die, I will never let you die."

As he spoke, Yan Yan hurriedly stretched out his little hand, and some strangely shaped medicine bottles appeared out of thin air in his palm.

These medicine bottles come in various shapes and have mysterious characters engraved on them.

Actually, Yan Yan didn't know how to use these things, but a voice in his mind told him that the contents of these medicine bottles could save his master's life.

Yan Yan had no idea where the voice in her head came from.

Since the other party said it was possible, he had no choice but to believe it.

He opened the medicine bottle, took out a flat, round pill, and put it into Mei's mouth.

As soon as the medicine entered her mouth, Mei's brows furrowed, and her face was filled with pain.

This medicine was extremely bitter, more bitter than any medicine he had ever taken before.

But in order not to upset Yan Yan, he swallowed it down.

Yan Yan stretched out her little hand again, revealing gauze and other items on it.

Mei's eyes widened instantly, his gaze fixed on the medicine bottles in Yan Yan's hand. He knew that these were extremely rare hemostatic agents.

At this moment, his gaze toward Yan Yan was filled with surprise and curiosity.

Where exactly did this little guy acquire such amazing fortune?

They were able to conjure up these incredibly precious items out of thin air.

As if sensing the doubt in Mei's eyes, Yan Yan clumsily bandaged his wound while sobbing and saying to Mei, "Master, these things have always been in my mind, as if I was born with them. But when I was little, I tried to take them out, but I could never succeed."

After bandaging one of her wounds, Yan Yan looked up at Mei and continued, "I think it's because I was too small when I was a baby, and my body didn't have enough strength to move these things. Now that I'm older, it seems like I can take them as I please."

After listening, Mei nodded slowly, as if that made sense.

He glanced around and saw that the vicious killers were lying on the ground, their bodies mangled and bloody from the explosions.

The explosion was extremely loud; assassins elsewhere must have heard it and are probably rushing towards their location now.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and struggled to his feet, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

He looked at Yan Yan and said urgently, "We can't stay here any longer, we have to leave right away!"

Yan Yan nodded sensibly and hurriedly reached out his little hand to help Mei, but unfortunately he was too young and couldn't even act as Mei's cane.

Just as the two were supporting each other and struggling to leave this bloody place, another group of assassins appeared in their field of vision like ghosts.

The killers' eyes turned bloodshot the moment they saw the corpses of their comrades scattered on the ground.

One of the assassins, who was in the lead, glared angrily and roared viciously, "You think you can just leave? It's too late!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the group of bloodthirsty assassins pounced on Mei and Yan Yan like hungry wolves.

Yan Yan had already produced a Thunder Egg in her hand and threw it at the opponent.

However, the assassins were already in a killing frenzy.

Even when they saw a deadly weapon being thrown at them, they still did not back down.

In the blink of an eye, he pounced on the two of them.

Mei held Yan Yan tightly in her arms, wanting to use her body to shield him from harm.

Just at this critical moment, a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from afar, rolling in like thunder.

Xiao Ji, dressed in a black outfit, rode a tall horse with agile movements, arriving at lightning speed.

The long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, drawing sharp arcs in the sunlight.

Before his warhorse had come to a complete stop, Xiao Ji leaped into the air, like a black lightning bolt plunging straight into the group of assassins.

Wherever the long sword was swung, blood splattered and screams echoed.

Xiao Ji's movements were swift and fluid, each move precise and aimed directly at the assassin's vitals.

He moved through the enemy ranks like a ghost, dazzling everyone.

Under his fierce fighting, the assassins gradually lost their ability to resist and their offensive fell into disarray.

The light of hope rekindled in Yan Yan and Mei's eyes, which had been filled with despair.

"Master, look, it's Father!" Yan Yan exclaimed excitedly.

Mei breathed a sigh of relief, her voice tinged with resentment, and said to Xiao Ji, "Where the hell were you just now? Your son and I almost lost our lives."

In the midst of his busy schedule, Xiao Ji saw Mei's miserable state and felt a pang of apology. He called out, "I went to find you a carriage, which took some time."

I thought I would be back soon, but the mountain roads in the forest were difficult to navigate, which delayed me for a while.

With a look of relief at surviving, Yan Yan wiped her face and cried, "Father, kill them all! Master's tendons in his hands and feet were severed by these assassins."

Upon hearing Mei's words, Xiao Ji's gaze towards her suddenly changed.

He knew in his heart that if it weren't for saving Yan Yan, with Mei's skills, he could have escaped smoothly on his own.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ji felt a complex mix of emotions.

With a sudden swing of his longsword, several sharp blades shot out like lightning. In the blink of an eye, several more assassins were slashed and fell to the ground screaming in agony.

As Xiao Ji fought fiercely against the enemy, he shouted, "I owe you a life!"

"Who cares about your worthless life?" Mei sneered coldly, her face full of disdain. "My disciple is mine. I saved him willingly. It's none of your business to interfere."

Xiao Ji's brows furrowed slightly, and he stopped talking to Mei, focusing all his attention on the enemy in front of him.

However, the assassins around them seemed endless; as soon as one group was killed, another group would keep appearing.

Moreover, these assassins were extremely cunning. They did not confront Xiao Ji head-on, but instead seized every opportunity to launch sneak attacks on Mei and Yan Yan, which made it difficult for Xiao Ji to be in two places at once and attempted to disrupt his rhythm.

Just then, an assassin swiftly drew a bow and arrow from behind his back and aimed the arrowhead steadily at Yan Yan.

The assassin was skilled; he drew his bow to its fullest extent, and with a release, three sharp arrows shot out like meteors in three extremely tricky directions, heading towards Yan Yan and Mei Fei respectively.

The arrow sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, its momentum unstoppable.

Even though Xiao Ji could deflect one arrow, he could not avoid the other two.

Unless, of course, he shields the two of them with his own body.

Mei saw how vicious the enemy was, and he coldly shouted at Xiao Ji, "If you get injured again, the three of us will be dead. Get out of the way."

He held Yan Yan in his arms, as if trying to shield her with his own body.

He's already injured like this, so he doesn't care about getting a couple more wounds.

However, Xiao Ji refused to give way and leaped in front of the two of them.

He already owes Mei two lives; he can't owe him a third.

"Fool." Mei spat out two words: "Doing this is nothing but throwing your life away."

If Xiao Ji were to be injured again, the three of them would truly be doomed.

With a whoosh, Xiao Ji blocked an arrow with his chest.

Another arrow, however, was shot toward his leg.