Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 474 Relying on Favor (19)

Yan Zhen paused slightly.

After a brief moment of deliberation, she took off the expensive agate bracelet from her wrist and slipped it onto Fu Xue's hand, which was clasped together with hers: "Take care of yourself."

"Ok!"

Yan Zhen let go of her hand, and Fu Xue curled up and slid down the shallow cliff. Once she reached the bottom, she rolled into the bushes beside her and hid herself in the dark night.

Yan Zhen then stood up straight, pressed his left hand on his right shoulder blade, and gently rotated and pushed it. With a crisp "crack," he put the dislocated shoulder blade back into place.

Zhao Yuan, who was about to help her reset her posture: "..."

Yan Zhen urged, "Let's go!"

Zhao Yuan decided not to waste any more time: "I'll carry you on my back."

"it is good."

Zhao Yuan lowered his body, and Yan Zhen climbed onto his back. After standing up, he weighed himself in his arms and then sprinted forward.

The two ran for a distance when they heard the sound of arrows whistling through the air ahead.

An arrow flew past Zhao Yuan's scalp, knocking off his hair ornament.

With his long hair cascading down, Zhao Yuan immediately stopped in his tracks.

There's an ambush ahead!

Zhao Yuan's expression was solemn. He put Yan Zhen down and protected him behind him.

The two men leaned against a large tree, watching the area ahead warily.

Twenty or thirty men in black slowly emerged from the woods ahead, followed by dozens of pursuers. In total, there were hundreds of men, who surrounded them.

The leader of the men in black drew his bow and warned, "Put down the princess, and we won't hurt you."

Zhao Yuan gripped his sword tightly, and with his other hand he quietly slipped a small dagger behind his back to Yan Zhen.

He turned his head and whispered to Yan Zhen, "Do you want to go back with them?"

Yan Zhen grabbed his sleeve: "I don't want to!"

"I need fifteen minutes. During those fifteen minutes, can you protect yourself?"

Yan Zhen gripped the dagger and nodded: "Yes."

"it is good."

As soon as Zhao Yuan finished speaking, he suddenly leaned over, picked up Yan Zhen, and shoved him into a big tree behind him.

Yan Zhen realized what he was trying to do, and quickly climbed up the tree by stepping on his shoulders, hiding in the dense canopy.

Zhao Yuan threw the sword in his hand to the ground, the tip of which was firmly embedded in the ground. He slowly untied the cloth strips from his wrist guards and tied up his loose long hair.

After doing all this, he coldly glanced at the men in black present: "Come at me all at once, so I don't have to take them down one by one."

These words enraged the leader of the men in black, who waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"

Hundreds of men in black rushed forward.

Zhao Yuan's sword almost danced in afterimages, wiping out one wave of men in black, only for another wave to rush forward immediately afterward.

Yan Zhen hid in the tree, observing the situation below.

This body has no martial arts skills, so she can only stay here, protect herself, and not hold Zhao Yuan back.

Soon, twenty or thirty corpses of men in black piled up under the tree.

Seeing this, the leader of the men in black ordered his men to distract Zhao Yuan from the front, while two other men in black quietly climbed the tree from the other side, attempting to take Yan Zhen away.

Yan Zhen's attention was initially focused on Zhao Yuan under the tree, and he did not notice the man in black climbing up the tree from behind.

She didn't turn around immediately until she felt a slight tremor in the tree trunk and caught a glimpse of a man in black silently approaching her from behind.

Instead, she pretended not to notice, and when the man in black made his move and covered her mouth and nose from behind, Yan Zhen stabbed the dagger into his abdomen with her other hand, twisting the hilt of the knife sharply.

The man in black let out a scream and immediately released his grip in pain.

Yan Zhen turned around and kicked him off the tree.

Hearing the screams, Zhao Yuan, who was fighting under the tree, immediately turned around and saw a man in black being kicked down from the tree by Yan Zhen. There was another man clinging to the tree trunk and reaching out to grab Yan Zhen.

He spun around to block a knife slashing down from the side, then pulled a longsword from the corpse of a man in black and hurled it at the man in black clinging to the tree trunk.

The longsword pierced through the man in black, pinning him to the tree trunk.

Zhao Yuan was also slashed on the back due to a brief moment of distraction.

He staggered forward, then turned and glared fiercely at the people.

The men in black who were nearby were intimidated by his blood-stained face and fierce look, and they all took a step back.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the men in black ordered everyone to step back in a deep voice.

"Archers! Fire!"

At the leader's command, countless arrows shot towards Zhao Yuan, who was sheltering under the tree.

Zhao Yuan grabbed the corpse of the man in black on the ground with one hand to use as a shield, and with the other hand he knocked away the flying arrows, and walked towards the man in black standing on the high slope.

Step by step, he did not hesitate or back down in the slightest.

Reaching close enough that his bow and arrows were no longer effective, he dropped the corpses in his hands, flashed his sword, and slit the throats of dozens of men in black.

His appearance, like a bloodthirsty demon who had crawled out of hell, startled the leader of the black-clad men who was directing the attack, causing his eyelids to twitch.

The leader of the men in black glanced around the scene. After the fierce battle just now, Zhao Yuan had killed half of the hundreds of people who had been besieging them.

Corpses were everywhere, but Zhao Yuan showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, he seemed to be fueled by the bloodshed and became more and more courageous in the fight.

If this continues, they will be no match for him.

With this in mind, the leader of the men in black decisively ordered, "Retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yuan's figure flashed in front of him like a ghost.

The leader of the men in black felt a chill on his neck, and the next moment, his head was thrown high into the air. He looked at his body, which was still stuck in the same spot, in utter terror.

After a cup of tea, Zhao Yuan dealt with the last man in black and dragged his nicked sword back to the tree.

"Tangun Zhuo."

Yan Zhen poked his head out from the tree and exchanged a glance with Zhao Yuan, who was standing under the tree.

Zhao Yuan looked as if he had just been pulled from a pool of blood, exuding a strong smell of blood, with blood dripping from his clothes and hair.

"Get down." Zhao Yuan planted his sword in the ground, stepped on the corpse of the man in black, and reached out to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen slid down the tree trunk, but halfway down, Zhao Yuan reached out and grabbed her waist, moving her to a safe and clean spot, avoiding the mountain of corpses piled up below.

It was at this moment that Yan Zhen discovered Zhao Yuan was injured.

He had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his back, an arrow wound in his thigh, and a bloody gash in his abdomen from which blood was still gushing.

Yan Zhen frowned and quickly asked Zhao Yuan to sit down so she could check his wounds.

Upon this examination, Yan Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Yuan's back and abdominal wounds were not fatal, and stopping the bleeding was not a major problem.

The most dangerous thing was the arrow wound in his leg.

The arrow was deeply embedded in his flesh. Zhao Yuan had cut off the shaft, but the arrowhead remained inside his body, near his major artery.

Removing the arrow rashly could cause an artery to rupture, resulting in massive blood loss, shock, and even death.

However, without pulling out the arrow, the pain of flesh rubbing against the arrowhead prevented Zhao Yuan from going very far.

As Yan Zhen tore off a piece of her own clothing to bandage Zhao Yuan's wound, she pondered what to do.

She had just stopped the bleeding from Zhao Yuan's abdominal wound when he suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze: "Were you scared?"