The Empress Behind the Veil

Chapter 675 Who Sent You Here

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Why did they want to kill him, and again from the appearance and number of people it could be seen that they had planned it from the beginning. Ye Wushuang had no enemies in Wuyou City, and the only person who really wanted to kill him was—

Ye Wushuang knew that it was difficult to escape from this disaster, so she did not fight at all. Ye Wushuang knew clearly that fighting back would only make her death even more miserable.

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Looking at the other party's sharp blade that was already about to stab him, a handsome figure suddenly flashed through the air, before Ye Wushuang could clearly see who was coming, though, he saw that the masked people before him had already been kicked by the figure that flashed through the air and were now on his back.

Ye Wushuang who had been frowning finally calmed down, then Ye Wushuang could only clearly see that the person who saved her was She Jingtian. Ye Wushuang looked at She Jingtian's fluttering purple clothes, her expression cold, that pair of black eyes so cold that it made others tremble. In the dark night, he appeared before her like this as if like a Guardian God specially sent by God to save her.

“Master City Lord..” Ye Wushuang called quietly, She Jingtian turned her head and looked at her with a calming gaze: “Don't be afraid, there I am here.”

Such a short sentence, She Jingtian said it clearly and powerfully, even though the other party was numbering more, but Ye Wushuang believed that She Jingtian could defeat them.

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The black masked person who was kicked by She Jingtian still did not get up to his feet, then the group of people behind him had already raised their sword and lunged. But their goal was not She Jingtian but rather Ye Wushuang who had absolutely no strength to resist.

Looking at the crashing crowd, She Jingtian dodged then pulled Ye Wushuang into his arms, saving Ye Wushuang from that dangerous sword stab. Seeing that the group of black-clothed people did not intend to let go, She Jingtian was already unable to contain her anger, She Jingtian then cleared up an assassin with one hand at lightning-fast speed, then grabbing the sharp weapon in the opponent's hand, She Jingtian moved quickly, her agile figure as if drawing a graceful bow in the air, herself instantly attacking the burly assassin opposite her.

That person did not expect She Jingtian to attack towards him, that person panicked and did not know what to do, as he was about to turn around and run away, unexpectedly She Jingtian had already attacked her back using her palm, the person staggered a few steps then vomited fresh blood. What made others feel strange was that despite being beaten up like that, but the other black-clothed person not only did not dare to step forward to help, he said, but they were still staring fixedly at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang thought to herself, exactly how much grudge did that person feel towards her? They didn't even care about their leader and just wanted to kill him.

But, even though the gazes of those people's eyes showed killing intent, yet they did not dare to act rashly.

She Jingtian also felt that there was something strange about this matter, but just thinking about if she had arrived too late, it was possible that Ye Wushuang had already lost her life, when she thought of Ye Wushuang almost parting with her for good, a heart-wrenching sense stimulated her to the point of making She Jingtian lose her mind.

She Jingtian's expression turned cold, pulling the assassin's lead collar already like Shura in the darkness of night, She Jingtian raised the sharp knife in his hand and was already about to stab the person's heart. But that fellow was willing to die instead, closing his eyes and not resisting at all.

Then at the moment when the tip of the blade was about to fall, the corner of She Jingtian's eyes instead stared at the jade token hanging on the person's waist. The jade was engraved with the image of a god bird stepping on the clouds. Although the image pattern was very rarely seen, She Jingtian was very familiar with the pattern.

At that instant She Jingtian was already struck by lightning, furiously releasing the sharp weapon in her hand, her black eyes turned towards her opponent with a bloodthirsty rage: “Who sent you here?”