The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 48 Sneak Attack
  But he soon came back to his senses. He coughed a few times and held Feng Ling's wrist hard, trying to steady himself.

However, Mo Lingqiu still couldn't control his body, and in the end he could only lean on Feng Ling and teetered, his voice became hoarse,
  "Perhaps... because Miss Fourth has not practiced martial arts, this poison has not affected you."

Seeing Mo Lingqiu's pale face, Feng Ling understood, and her face became even paler.
  "So what should we do now? How are your injuries? Can you still stand up?"

Mo Lingqiu shook his head helplessly,

"Fourth Miss, please leave alone as soon as possible."

Feng Ling nervously grabbed Mo Lingqiu's wrist, her eyes filled with worry.

"No, how could I leave you alone?"

Mo Lingqiu sneered in his heart, these masters are really hypocritical. They always use sweet words to coax these killers into working for them.

The same goes for the woman in front of him. Once it comes to a life or death situation, she will leave him behind and run away without hesitation.

If necessary, he will even use his sacrifice to protect himself. He has experienced this situation too many times...

Killers never live their lives for themselves.

They are tools, shadows in the killer building, and even in the face of death, they are only regarded as the loss of a weapon.

In the Killer Building, there is always a steady stream of new killers, ready to replace those who have fallen.

However, Mo Lingqiu began to question this life.

Is his life, his value, really inferior to a cold knife?
  The anger and unwillingness in Mo Lingqiu's heart became stronger and stronger, but he had to suppress it.

He knew that this assassination operation was not simple, and it might involve a deeper conspiracy.

Mo Lingqiu looked at Feng Ling and sighed deeply,

"We have to leave quickly. This assassination operation may not only target the Zhao family of Bihai Pavilion, but may also involve our Red Leaf Valley."

"I've been poisoned now, and I'm powerless and unable to protect you. You'd better escape through the back door while you still have time."

Mo Lingqiu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face quickly turned pale.

He did so not out of loyalty or a willingness to sacrifice himself, but out of a deep knowledge that his life mattered.

This mission was originally his journey of redemption.

Because he failed to protect the Third Young Master, he has been severely punished by the Killer House. Although he escaped, the days ahead will be full of crises.

If Mo Fengling is left behind to escape alone this time, Killer House will never let him go.

It's all about death anyway, so why not give it a try here. To make matters worse, he was poisoned and was unable to escape.

Therefore, he decided to let the woman escape first. If she died, there would be no point for him to continue living.

"But."

Feng Ling tried to refute, but couldn't give a reason.

The pursuers behind her were getting closer and closer, and she was extremely anxious.

Mo Lingqiu pushed her away violently again, while he skillfully dodged the sword.

At this time, another black figure rushed out of the door, holding a long sword and attacking fiercely.

Mo Lingqiu dodged the attack and pushed Feng Ling to the back door.

"Can't hesitate any longer."

he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Fourth Miss, run away quickly! Although I still have some strength now, I can no longer protect you."

"If this continues, we will all die here. Although Xiaojiu will come back to save us, there are too many killers now, and he may not be able to protect himself."

Mo Lingqiu used his last strength to push Feng Ling out and blocked the door with a wooden table, trying to stop the killer's pursuit.

Feng Ling looked at Mo Lingqiu in panic through the window.

She wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the sharp blade. Mo Lingqiu failed to dodge in time, and the sword blade pierced his shoulder blade. Blood gushed out instantly and flowed down his wrist bones.

This young lady who had grown up in the valley had never seen such a scene before. Her eyes instantly became moist, and she stepped back with a pale face.

"Mo Lingqiu..."

She called his name and held out her hand through the window.

However, the sudden sword energy made her immediately retract her hand, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fear and uneasiness surrounded her tightly.

"I'm sorry, but I really..."

Feng Ling shook her head and said. Her eyes were full of pain and helplessness.

Feng Ling retreated hastily, every step seemed so heavy.

Before fleeing, she looked back at Mo Lingqiu, her eyes full of guilt and uneasiness.

Although he had expected such an outcome, seeing such abandonment with his own eyes, the hatred in Mo Lingqiu's heart still surged.

He is not willing to give in, really not willing to give in! These so-called masters were selfish and cowardly, and the resentment in his heart became more and more serious.

Why could he only be willing to sacrifice his life for such a group of villains?
  Why should he be abandoned and eventually die here without even being able to leave his own tombstone?

Mo Lingqiu's resistance had become weak. Facing the killer's increasingly fierce attacks, his physical strength and strength were rapidly draining away.

The wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the wound on his wrist was even more painful. He could no longer stand stably.

The blow sent him crashing into the wall and falling limply to the ground.

This is not the first time Mo Lingqiu has been in a desperate situation, but it is undoubtedly the closest he has come to death.

When the long sword was raised high again, ready to give him the final fatal blow, Mo Lingqiu closed his eyes helplessly.

The fear of death is natural, and he was no exception.

He was afraid of a meaningless death, and even more afraid of sleeping alone in this desolate place.

However, this time, he could no longer escape fate.

In the darkness, he closed his eyes and waited quietly for the sword to arrive.

But this time, the sword never fell.

Instead, there was a muffled sound as the sword penetrated a certain body part.

He didn't feel the slightest pain.

Mo Lingqiu suddenly opened his eyes and found the killer staring at him with an unbelievable look.

The killer looked down at his chest, then turned his head and saw the sneak attacker behind him.

The attacker's face was covered in blood, his hair was messy, and he looked panicked.

Their eyes met in the air, and Feng Ling showed a frightened expression, as if she would cry at any time.

Although Feng Ling looked very embarrassed, Mo Lingqiu felt his heart beat faster at this moment, as if he was suddenly hit by a force.

Feng Ling's voice interrupted his thoughts,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

She stammered when speaking, and her eyes were filled with grievances.

Although the broken bamboo in her hand had pierced the flesh and blood was everywhere, she still did not let go, but pushed forward harder.

The killer also reacted, turned around and slashed at her with his sword.

Facing the sudden danger, Feng Ling took a few steps back in panic.

(End of this chapter)