At this time, Sikong Qingying, who was wearing obscene clothes, disheveled hair, very embarrassed, and with several wounds on his body, when he saw Lu Jiu, he felt as if he had seen a savior. He ignored everything and immediately shouted:

"Master Lu, help me!!!"

Lu Jiu was extremely skilled in martial arts. In the dark, his eyes worked just as well as in the daytime. He saw the blood stains on Sikong Qingying's body, and the aura around him became even colder.

Ignoring those swords, he flew into the middle surrounded by the men in black and hugged Sikong Qingying into his arms.

Sikong Qingying's legs and feet were so frightened that he lost all strength once he was hugged by Lu Jiu. He could only bury his face in Lu Jiu's arms and hold on to Lu Jiu's robe tightly.

It was obviously her first time to experience such a dangerous thing, but why did the uneasiness and fear in her heart feel so familiar?

Moreover... such a scene also gave her the same sense of familiarity. Had she been assassinated at night before?

Because Sikong Qingying buried his face in Lu Jiu's chest, he did not see Lu Jiu's clean and sharp sword movements, and the people who had besieged him were eliminated in two or three moves.

Obviously, the sound of weapons piercing into human flesh was heard, and the whole bodies of those who were originally alive fell apart.

A strong smell of blood spread, but within a few moments, the only living people present were Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu.

Sikong Qingying wanted to look up, but Lu Jiu didn't want her to see such a bloody scene, so he pressed her head: "Don't look."

After saying that, they picked up their luggage and flew out of the inn.

After the previous fight, other people in the inn were also alerted.

"Oh my god...this, this..."

Seeing the guest room that was almost covered in blood, the innkeeper's eyes went dark and he fainted.

Others who were timid were also frightened, and they hurriedly went to report to the official.

However, it was the middle of the night, and no one from the government would care about them. Moreover, Lu Jiu and Sikong Qingying had also left, so even if they wanted to find the murderer, they could not find him.

"Bang"

"Be careful with fire and candles, the sky is dry and the earth is dry... The sky is dry and the earth is dry, be careful with fire and candles..."

"Bang"

The midnight watchman held a lantern and walked slowly down the street, shouting as he walked.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by, and by the time the watchman reacted, he felt a chill on his neck.

Taking a closer look, he saw a long sword already on his neck.

"Big...big lord...please spare my life..."

The watchman's legs softened and he knelt down:

"Uncle, there are elders and younger ones above me. Please show me your kindness..."

"Shut up! Where is the hospital in town?"

Lu Jiu frowned and stared at the watchman who was kneeling on the ground.

The watchman raised his head cautiously and saw a man in black clothes holding a man in white clothes stained with blood, and quickly replied:

"Go to the end of this street and turn right, and that's the third house..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed and the figure disappeared.

The watchman sat there stunned for a long time, then stood up and rubbed his eyes:

"Is there really anyone just now?"

If there was, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?

If not, why is the feeling of fear so clear when someone put it on your neck just now?

"Xiaoying, if you keep patiently, we're going to the hospital."

The figure passed by like lightning, and soon Lu Jiu arrived at the medical center the watchman had mentioned.

Sikong Qingying's body was in terrible pain. Her hands tightly grasped Lu Jiu's robe: "It's okay..." She was obviously in good spirits, but her words were weak.

"I'm fine..."

While she was speaking, Lu Jiu had already jumped to the door of the medical center, reached out and slammed the door of the medical center: "Open the door... open the door..."

If he hadn't expected the other party to heal Sikong Qingying, Lu Jiu would have destroyed this door directly.

The owner of the medical center is obviously used to having people come at night.

He immediately responded: "Come on, come on... stop knocking."

After just a moment, an old man who looked extremely strong opened the door.

The oncoming smell of blood made the old man frown and immediately said:

"Bring her in first."

Being rescued, is it a good thing or a bad thing?

The moment she saw the assassin just now, a thought flashed through Sikong Qingying's mind - if she died like this, would she return to modern times?

Fortunately, even though she had such an idea, she still didn't dare to die after all, so she kept resisting and struggling.

Lu Jiu stood by and the old doctor cut open the clothes where Sikong Qingying was injured. There were three or four wounds on Sikong Qingying's arms, waist, and back. Except for the deep ones on the back, there were no other wounds.

It was serious, and no vital parts were injured. Apart from a little excessive blood loss, Sikong Qingying's problem was not serious.

This made Lu Jiu breathe a sigh of relief, but looking at Sikong Qingying's pale and bloodless face, he still felt very distressed.

When the old doctor went out to prepare medicine, Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu looked at each other.

"sorry."

"Thank you."

At the same moment, both of them spoke at the same time.

This made both of them stunned for a moment, and Sikong Qingying's thanks made Lu Jiu feel even more uncomfortable:

"I didn't protect you well... I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

If he and Sikong Qingying were in the same room, he would definitely protect Sikong Qingying as soon as possible, but tonight they were in different rooms, and Lu Jiu was deliberately held back by the other party.

Sikong Qingying shook her head: "I should thank you. If you hadn't arrived, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on for long, and I would have gone to the King of Hell to drink tea." Her tone was calm, but her eyes were quite soft,

Lu Jiu's heart palpitated for no reason.

Until now, even just a warm look in his eyes can make Lu Jiu very happy.

Lu Jiu's face turned slightly red. He turned away and said: "When I fought with those people, I felt that their martial arts were very strange. I couldn't even recognize them. They didn't look like those from our Dajing Dynasty... Xiaoying, are you here?"

Are there any enemies elsewhere?"

Sikong Qingying frowned: "I don't remember what happened before, and I don't know if I have any enemies, but I used to be with Lu..." At this point, she paused before continuing:

"When I was with Dr. Lu before, I never encountered anything like this."

"Really?"

Lu Jiu pondered, could it be that the other party was seeking revenge from him?

That shouldn't be the case. Although he has a great reputation in the world, not many people know his appearance. He has been in the world for so many years and no one has ever sought revenge on him. He has always been the only one to kill others...

Just as Lu Jiu was thinking about it, Sikong Qingying yawned.

When Lu Jiu saw it, he immediately came to his senses and tucked her into bed:

"Go to sleep. I will guard you here. No matter who comes to assassinate us for whatever reason, I will not let them hurt you again."

"Then you..." After the shock and excessive blood loss just now, Sikong Qingying was really a little tired now.

"It doesn't matter. When I'm in seclusion, I often don't sleep for several days...Besides, I can't sleep now."

If someone is watching over you, you will feel more at ease.

Lu Jiu insisted on guarding, and Sikong Qingying had no choice but to agree. However, before falling asleep, she did not forget to say thank you to Lu Jiu again.

When Sikong Qingying woke up the next day, he saw Lu Jiu's dark eyes that he had no time to dodge.

She was startled for a moment, and there was an inexplicable sour taste in her heart.

In fact, she can understand Lu Jiu's current mood very well.

Just like how she felt when she liked Lu Zicong, but Lu Zicong didn't like her.

Unfortunately, emotional matters cannot be forced.

Sikong Qingying averted his eyes, pretending that he didn't see that look.

She raised the corners of her lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."

Lu Jiu immediately poured her a cup of tea: "No need to be so polite...how is it? Does the wound still hurt?"

Sikong Qingying moved his body: "A little bit."

Lu Jiu nodded: "Yes. Then we will rest here for a few days. When your injury is healed, we will leave again."

Sikong Qingying frowned: "But don't you want revenge?"

Lu Jiu stood up, soaked a towel with warm water, walked to the bed, and wiped Sikong Qingying's face: "I have been waiting for revenge for so many years, and I don't care about these days."
To be continued...