Transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 18 You Killed the Wrong Person

At this time, another assassin flew down from the roof and stabbed straight at Song Meimei.

When the knife came down, he was either killed or seriously injured.

Song Meimei dodged instinctively, her dusty clothes were cut off a few pieces, making her even more embarrassed.

She was about to raise her head when another assassin swung a sword to her forehead...

"Ah, I'm not, you killed the wrong person!"

The two hacked and killed, Song Meimei was desperate, when she was cut, she closed her eyes and hugged her head and shouted, "I am not the wife of the general, I am not, you killed the wrong person."

Song Meimei never imagined in her wildest dreams that Qin Boyi would watch and not help her.

Don't say she is a "fiancée", would she be helpless in front of ordinary people?

Song Meimei closed her eyes, but the expected pain did not appear.

Did the other party believe her?
"Hahahahaha..."

The untimely laughter made Song Meimei stunned. This voice was too familiar.

Sure enough, Song Qiange and Xinbao tore off the veil, and they both leaned forward and backward with laughter.

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard."

Holding the sword, Xinbao poked Song Meimei repeatedly, "Miss Meimei, is it fun? It's us, what are you doing, are you here to apply for the cleaning girl in the General's Mansion?"

Song Meimei was trembling with anger. She lowered her head and saw that her dress was already dirty, and now she couldn't even see the original color.

Her clothes were cut short, her hair was messy, and there were a few bloody cuts on her hands. She was a little more embarrassed than when she first arrived.

Compared with Song Qiange who smiled sweetly, she was even worse than a beggar.

Song Meimei's mind was spinning rapidly, how would she get the words back.

Biting her lower lip, she complained with tears in her eyes: "Sister, what are you doing? You scared me so much that I just moved out of the General's Mansion to protect myself."

Song Qiange raised her eyebrows slightly, so she said she was the wife of the general to save her own life?
Xinbao kicked her and snatched the marriage certificate from her hand: "Then you pretended to be a young lady and got on the bridal sedan chair, and now you stole the marriage certificate and went to Beijing. Is it a last resort? I'll beat you to death!"

Song Meimei was beaten like a mouse crossing the street by Xinbao, and the street echoed with unknowingly miserable cries for help.

She looked at Qin Boyi pitifully, trying to get a little mercy.

The surrounding area was so quiet that only the sound of Song Meimei sniffling her nose was heard. Everyone looked at Qin Boyi, waiting for the master's answer.

But Qin Boyi, who had been watching coldly, finally stepped forward.

Song Qiange's heart skipped a beat. What did he want to do, help Song Meimei accuse her?

Or did he trust Song Meimei more?

Thinking that he has moved on... Song Qiange subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword. If the scumbag dares to make her unable to step down in public, she will chop his brother off.

Qin Boyi ignored the left and right, and went straight to the middle of the avenue.

With a wave of his arm, Song Meimei's wrapping cloth was shattered with internal force, and the contents inside were scattered all around, especially Song Meimei's bellyband, which was blown up and hung on a tree.

Qin Boyi stretched out his hand, and a letter floated out of the package, and slowly landed in his palm.

He turned around and looked at Song Qiange who had been keeping a cold face.

A pair of deep eyes gradually softened, and he was a completely different person from the cold-blooded prince who had just seen death.

He walked slowly to Song Qiange and handed over the letter in his hand.

The thin lips parted slightly: "Return to the original owner."

Song Qiange actually didn't know what Qin Boyi wanted to do. Although he tried his best to pretend he didn't care, his attention was always on Qin Boyi.

Seeing him approaching slowly, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was ready to draw out the sheath at any time.

To her surprise, they just handed her a letter.

(End of this chapter)