Canglan Empress

Chapter 530 Assassination
After solving the bandit issue, the two of them continued on their way without staying any longer.

Unexpectedly, it was almost dawn, and when they rushed to the next mountain, they encountered the second group of bandits.

Di Canglan and Xuanyin had to stop again.

This group of bandits is obviously much more ferocious than the previous group. They all hold swords and shovels in their hands, and there are more people. A dense group is scattered on the mountainside and on the mountain road in front, firmly blocking the two of them. the way to go.

Sitting upright on the horse, Di Canglan watched the battle in front of him condescendingly, his noble and indifferent face showed no expression, he didn't even bother to show murderous intent...

His face was calm and indifferent.

Xuanyin also stared at these people in front of him coldly, holding the reins with both hands, and silently confronted them.

The deadly silence lasted for a short while.

From these bandits, Xuanyin saw their ferocious eyes, their bloodthirsty coldness—this kind of eyes, this kind of expression, should not belong to bandits.

So, pretend to be a bandit and carry out the assassination?

It's too clumsy.

Xuanyin sneered, and just about to speak, she saw Di Canglan fly directly to her horse and put his arms around her waist, "Don't dirty Aifei's hands."

After the words fell, he slowly raised his hand, and ordered lightly: "Not one left."

After the words fell, he flung the reins with both hands and galloped past. The eyes of the person blocking the way showed a cruel and murderous look, and Qi Qi flew towards the two of them with a sharp weapon in his hands——

But Di Canglan and Xuanyin's whole body seemed to be enchanted. Before they got close, they were blown away by a strong air current, and they hit the hard and rugged cliffs one after another.

A black shadow appeared, and blood spattered.

Xuanyin didn't turn her head, but only heard the miserable howls behind her, and knew that it was Di Canglan's men who were holding death scythes to harvest people's lives.

"My concubine." Di Canglan's voice sounded in his ears, revealing a kind of magic power to comfort people's hearts, "Don't be afraid."

The corners of Xuanyin's mouth hooked slightly, and her voice became quieter in the night: "Afraid?"

Di Canglan hesitated slightly, belatedly realizing that the word "don't be afraid" seems inappropriate...

"I'm afraid you think the picture is too cruel." Di Canglan said, "But in fact, they are a bunch of damned people."

Xuanyin nodded: "They are indeed a bunch of damned people."

She didn't have any sympathy in her heart, nor did she feel cruel.

Di Canglan worried too much.

She is no longer the kind and ignorant girl in her previous life. If these people want to kill them, should they be merciful enough to save their lives for the new year?

Death in her hands is death, and death in the hands of the hidden guards is also death, there is no difference.

It's just the length of the delay.

The sound of killing people gradually disappeared, and the road in front of the mountain path gradually became wider.

"Go back to your own horse." Xuanyin raised her eyes, looked at the faint light in the east, and said lightly.

Di Canglan turned his head and glanced at the maroon horse following him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

A ray of zhenqi shot out from the fingertips, and suddenly hit the horse's buttocks, like a gravel hidden weapon. The horse suffered from pain, neighed, and immediately galloped like a madman.

"What's going on?" Xuanyin didn't pay attention to Di Canglan's movements, and frowned when she heard that the horse was out of control, "Di Canglan, your horse is out of control, why are you still in a daze? Go and have a look."

Di Canglan put his arms around her waist happily, resting his head on her back, and said calmly, "Let it go."

(End of this chapter)