Fifty people, not too much, not too little.

There were more than a hundred people when they came, and in the blink of an eye, only half of them were left, and their enemies were not damaged at all, how strong must this person be to do it!

The attack stopped violently, and the rest of the people in black surrounded the woman in red in front of them from afar, their eyes full of horror.

Although they are killers, that doesn't mean they don't spare their lives.

The rain was still falling, and the ground was soon occupied by bright red blood water, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a Shura field for all this in front of him.

But thinking about the tragedy when Yan Niangzi was hunted down and killed, Yan Bei suddenly felt that it was nothing.

Of course, if these people give up on being her enemy, she doesn't have to kill them all.

After all, death won't solve the problem.

The needle was still standing, and the rain of the bean drenched her all over her body, and the water stains slowly rolled down her forehead, passed through her eyes, nose, and chin, and finally fell to the ground, mixed with the bright red blood.

The corners of her mouth seemed to be curved, and her dark eyes looked at these people in front of her calmly, and said:

"I only have an enmity with Lingxiao Pavilion, but I have no enmity with you."

"I don't know if you know why you want to kill me, but I just want to tell you that the antidote in my hand is real."

"If it weren't true, the man behind you wouldn't have killed me like this."

Yan Bei took out the white porcelain bottle containing the antidote from his arms, raised his hand to wipe the rain on his face, and said with a smile:

"This is the antidote to the Ecstasy Gu, the choice is yours, whether you live or die, you choose for yourself!"

With that, she threw the antidote at them.

No one said they needed it, but when the antidote was thrown at them, they immediately reached out and grabbed it.

The person who was the first to shoot at Yan Bei grabbed the antidote and stared at Yan Bei coldly for a long time before opening the bottle.

He poured one and held it in the palm of his hand, and after handing the medicine bottle to the person beside him, he arched his hand at Yan Bei, turned around and left without hesitation.

Others saw this and followed suit.

There were only twenty antidotes left in the bottle, and they were quickly distributed.

The person who got the antidote turned around and left, and those who didn't get the antidote remained in place, staring at Yan Bei with fierce eyes.

She spread her hands helplessly and joked: "I don't have the antidote now, but I can continue to make it, and we'll see you tomorrow." ”

When they heard this, they did not leave, apparently not believing her words.

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, and was about to explain again when a group of black-clothed masked men suddenly fell from the sky and rushed into the group of Lingxiao Pavilion killers, entangled with them.

They came too quickly, not only did the killers of Ling Xiao Pavilion not react, but even Yan Bei was full of surprise, not knowing who this group of people were.

But it was obvious that the other party's target was not her, but these killers of Ling Xiao Pavilion.

"You liar!!"

An extremely resentful scolding voice suddenly sounded, Yan Bei quickly raised his eyes to look at the place where the voice came from, and saw a Ling Xiao Pavilion killer fall down with scarlet eyes.

The masked man in black standing in front of him drew his bloody sword and continued to kill the next target without blinking.

This group of black-clothed people was only a few dozen, but they killed more than twenty Ling Xiao Pavilion killers without a backhand.

Yan Bei watched these killers fall one after another, and his heart was cold in vain, as if he sensed something, and immediately turned his head to look at the street on the left.

Sure enough, a black umbrella came into view, and the man in white under the umbrella had a warm smile on his face, and he was slowly walking towards her.

"Banquet without dust...... "What exactly do you want to do?"

Ah Qi, who was following behind, opened another red umbrella, trotted towards her, and raised the umbrella above her head.

The cold rain on his face disappeared, but Yan Bei's heart became even colder.

"Miss Yan, are you alright?" Although she knew that she could be a hundred, Ah Qi couldn't help but ask.

Yan Bei shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and when he turned his head to look at the killers in Ling Xiao Pavilion, they were all lying in a pool of cold blood.

Thirteen masked men in black stood in a row in front of the pile of corpses, their heads bowed respectfully.

Yan Wuchen walked closer, his beautiful black eyes gently glanced at the pile of corpses, and his heart did not fluctuate.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at her soaking wet, his brow furrowed slightly.

With his chin slightly sideways, the person behind him immediately understood and handed over the white cloak in his hand.

He handed the umbrella to the people beside him, took the cloak, walked up to her, put it on her with his own hands, and tied it carefully, and then said with a smile:

"You won this bet."

Yan Bei bowed his head and didn't ask him why he wanted to kill these people, nor did he ask him what he was going to do next, but only said lightly: "Go back, it's cold outside." ”

"Ahem......" As soon as she finished speaking, he coughed in a low voice, Yan Bei looked at the white cloak on his shoulder, his brows furrowed, and when he was about to say that he would return it to him, he raised his hand to interrupt her opportunity to speak.

"No problem." He smiled faintly, nodded, and turned to walk back.

Yan Bei followed.

The rain gradually subsided, and there were slowly one or two pedestrians on the road, looking at them curiously. The black sky receded, revealing a pale blue clear sky.

Ah Qi took the umbrella and followed behind to look at the silent two people in front of him, somehow, he always felt that this atmosphere was wrong.

tilted his head to look at her secretly, with a faint look on his face, and he didn't look like something was wrong.

Wondering, why did he always feel that something was wrong? But I can't say it.

Never mind!

Anyway, it's none of his business, he's better to be nosy.

The four of them entered King Ning's Mansion, and Ah Qi and the other subordinates Yan Bei had never seen before disappeared.

Yan Wuchen walked in front, Yan Bei followed behind, both of them looked normal, but neither of them spoke.

If you don't speak, this is very unscientific, Yan Bei is not a person who doesn't talk much.

The maids passing by looked at each other, all at a loss, not knowing what happened to this pair of masters and servants who did not look like master servants.

"Ah Xia, do you feel that Miss Yan has suddenly become less intimate than before?"

"It seems that yes, it seems that I am not as familiar with the prince as before, just like ...... It's like being a stranger, very polite! ”

"Hey, you don't think you don't think so, it feels really belched when you say that......"

The whispered chatter of the maids came into her ears, Yan Wuchen paused, looked back at the person behind her, she looked up at him and smiled shallowly, indifferent and detached.

Heart...... It seemed to hurt a little, like being bitten by a bug, and the pain was fleeting, but the wound remained.

"Lord Wang, thank you for your cloak, my clothes are soaked, I'll go clean up first and come back soon." She took off her cloak and gave it back to him.

Yan Wuchen was stunned for a long time, then he reached out and took the cloak, and then looked at her head in the distance without looking back, and suddenly suddenly stretched out his hand to grab something, but all he could hold was air.

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