The system is trembling. What is the hero looking at?
It looked hard at the top of its host's head. Looking hard, it could see nothing but the vast prairie.
Is he going to see a ghost?
Look at that damn look on his face.
The prince noticed something strange in the system, and was about to say something when suddenly a light in the distance dazzled his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and flew towards Zhen Qingyin.
"careful!"
【Enemy attack! Host, there is an assassination! 】The system screams.
With a hiss, a sharp arrow shot out, grazed the prince's shoulder, and pierced into the grass behind them.
Zhen Qingyin was squatting by the lake. The two of them fell to the ground, and instantly half of their bodies were pushed into the water by the prince.
She was confused and unable to respond to the situation in front of her.
The prince hugged her and rolled her into the grass nearby.
Arrows fell one after another, and the prince groaned, and his right arm received an arrow.
Wang Linyuan, who was far away, was the first to rush over with his sword drawn, shouting loudly: "Guard me! Protect the prince!"
Many figures suddenly appeared in the grass around the lake, including the prince's people and enemies, and it was chaos.
"Yuanyuan!" Zhen Qingyin panicked and raised her head to remind Zhen Yuanyuan and Wei Yi, but the prince immediately pushed her into his arms again.
"Don't move!"
Zhen Qingyin lay on his chest, hearing his rapid breathing and heartbeat. Arrows were falling all around like dense raindrops, and the messy sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. From all directions, it was difficult to distinguish the shouts of killing and swords from the enemy and ourselves. Crash.
In just a moment, the prince's breathing and heartbeat stabilized, and Zhen Qingyin seemed to be affected as well. Her panicked heart slowly calmed down, and her rationality and calmness returned.
She buried her head in his chest, not daring to move: "Prince, how are you injured? We need to leave quickly, those arrows seem to be getting closer and closer to us."
She wanted to crawl to the side, but if she moved, the grass would move, and people on the other side would definitely notice their location. At this moment, the killer and the guards were far away from them, and if there was any movement, the other side would notice it.
He was quite well-behaved and well-aware of current affairs, and he didn't scream. The prince was lying on his back, his good hand pressing the back of Zhen Qingyin's head, and his pair of sharp black eyes, as sharp as lightning, quietly observing the battle situation through the grass.
Wang Linyuan and the others were blocked by the rain of arrows and could not get closer. Wang Linyuan was brave enough to cut through the rain of arrows while moving closer to him. However, his bravery alone was of no use, and the other guards' kung fu was far inferior to him.
The system covered its mouth with its feet and was surprised: [Congratulations to the host for completing the mission of throwing himself into his arms! The mission rewards have been distributed, please go to the appropriate place to collect them! 】
The prince's eyes were calm.
Zhen Qingyin automatically blocks system noise.
Suddenly, the prince's ears twitched.
Ten meters away from them, there was movement in the grass.
Don't know friend or foe.
He was injured, and even the guards he brought with him did not dare to fully believe him at this time.
"Follow Gu and crawl forward quickly!" The prince whispered, and after finishing the instructions, he asked, "Do you know what crawling forward is?"
"I know!" Zhen Qingyin gritted her teeth. The smell of blood came from her nose. She was so frightened that she could only force herself to calm down.
"Now, move your face away from Gu's chest."
Zhen Qingyin: "..."
Does she care?
She moved away carefully, not wanting to look at the blood on the grass blades.
The prince lifted a stone.
He misjudged the injury to his right arm and the stone fell and hit his foot.
he:"……"
Zhen Qingyin curled her lips inappropriately.
The prince glared at her and pointed to the grass.
Zhen Qingyin turned around and saw the leaves of the grass shaking slightly. She didn't know whether it was a person or a water bird.
She understood, and under the slightly stunned gaze of the prince, she picked up the stone that hit his foot just now, about the size of two fists, and threw it violently in one direction.
The grass where the shaking was was quiet for a moment, and then the grass lowered, like the wind blowing, chasing the direction of the stone.
It's human! Zhen Qingyin's heart felt cold, she gritted her teeth and said softly: "Let's go!"
The two of them crawled forward. The prince had an arrow stuck in his right arm. When crawling, the blood on his arm flowed faster.
As soon as they climbed out of the range of the bow and arrow, the man who had been chasing them realized something was wrong. He made a gesture, and the arrow attack weakened. The man was able to quickly turn around and follow the blood trail to find Zhen Qingyin and the prince.
"The prince is here! He was hit by an arrow!"
As soon as he shouted, the prince pulled out the dagger, threw it hard, and hit his neck. The man fell to the ground instantly.
The prince reacted instinctively and used his right hand. With this big movement, the wound on his arm tore open, causing him to sway in pain.
The assassins and guards rushed this way, one to kill him and the other to save him.
Beside the grassland lake, the fighting became more intense. The screams of both sides after being hit by swords had covered up the sound of the collision of swords.
Zhen Qingyin's legs were weak and her hair stood on end. She had never encountered such a situation before, and she didn't know where to run. It seemed that there were enemies on all sides and there would be a dead end wherever she ran.
The shining sword made her dizzy and terrified.
She also wants to be able to kill everyone without fear of swords and swords, but unfortunately this is not a martial arts world, and she doesn't know martial arts.
The prince whistled three times, two short and one long, and a tall horse galloped towards them.
He held Zhen Qingyin's hand and ran towards the horse. When they met the horse, an enemy was chasing her with a knife. The prince took off the bow and arrow from the horse, put it into Zhen Qingyin's hand, and hugged her from behind. The hand that led her raised the bow.
Zhen Qingyin didn't have time to think carefully, and asked with a trembling voice: "How to aim?"
So close, such a big target, what are you aiming at? The prince ordered: "Pull the bow!"
The two of them worked together, and Zhen Qingyin used all her strength to finally pull the big bow open.
"shoot!"
With a whoosh, Li Xian's feather arrow shot out, hitting the person opposite him hard. The person opposite fell backwards, and a stream of blood shot out from his chest, which was dazzlingly red under the blue sky and on the green grassland.
Zhen Qingyin's legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground.
The prince held her waist, and the thought that her waist was as slender as in the dream quickly passed through his mind, and shouted: "Get on the horse!"
Zhen Qingyin climbed up three times but failed, and was extremely embarrassed.
"The stirrups are too high! I can't climb up!"
The prince snatched the dying enemy's knife and hacked him to death with two knives. As soon as he returned to the horse, Zhen Qingyin burst into tears, feeling aggrieved and frustrated, "You, run away on your own!"
He was going to die anyway, and being hacked to death by gangsters was a reasonable way to die.
But, is she really going to be hacked to death like in her previous life?
Thinking of this, his body trembled with fear, and his expression became more and more pitiful.
I really impressed her! The prince abandoned the knife, bent down, and hugged her legs with one arm of his left hand.
Suddenly weightless, Zhen Qingyin quickly grasped the saddle, reached the stirrups with her feet, and climbed up with difficulty.
The prince then turned over and sat behind her.
In this moment of delay, another enemy crossed the defense line and came after him. The prince once again thrust the bow into Zhen Qingyin's hand.
Zhen Qingyin adjusted her sitting position as if she had touched his dagger. She leaned forward slightly and grabbed the bow. Seeing that he wanted to hold her hand again, she hurriedly said: "I can, I will do it myself!"
