He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 162 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 20

Just as Yan Wei touched the sword, Wen Yan rushed out.

"court death."

She gave a soft chuckle, turned and snatched the sword from Yan Wei's hand, patted his face, and said gently, "Lie down for a bit, I'm going to catch a few petty thieves."

Yan Wei paused for a moment, then pulled up the covers and sat up straight in silence.

"You sluts, you still have time to flirt? Today you'll all die..."

Before the word "expectation" could even be uttered, Wen Yan delivered a fatal blow.

The newly sharpened blade cuts with a single, smooth sound, like a gust of wind slicing through green leaves, leaving behind a trail of corpses scattered on the ground.

"Wha...what's going on?!"

"Charge! All of you, charge! Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?!"

The leader of the men in black turned his head, and everyone around him shrank behind him, creating a one-on-one situation between him and Wen Yan.

The stench of blood permeated the narrow space. Wen Yan frowned in disgust. The main reason she hated killing was the smell of blood.

The situation remained deadlocked. The leader swallowed hard, unable to utter a word of pleading for mercy. His arrogance as one of the top ten assassins in the martial arts world prevented him from begging for forgiveness.

"Oh, you're quite arrogant, aren't you?"

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, dropped her sword, and instantly flew in front of him, tearing off his face covering.

An ordinary, unremarkable face that could disappear in a minute if left on the street.

They are not part of the main cast.

It's probably a gangster organization that hired someone to kill him.

accurate.

Another brood of grasshoppers that will kill her.

She sighed softly, realizing she had to leave early again. She recalled the last time she ran away, it was also at night, with an uncooperative, sickly person by her side.

If we try to escape now, it will be at night.

Why can't you come and chop her up tomorrow?

She was instantly enraged, raised her hand, and slapped him at an extremely tricky angle, making his face contort.

The person was knocked down, but didn't faint and was able to stand up unsteadily.

Wen Yan was shocked; she was quite weak.

After the person stood up, she ruthlessly slapped them a few more times. Just hitting them without saying anything was a bit too dry.

She opened her lips and posed the classic question: "Will you tell me or not?"

His pronunciation was clear and melodious, with each word ringing out in a standard accent.

It has a sense of gritted teeth.

Before the other person could react, she slapped them a few more times, visibly swelling their ordinary face into a ball, squashing their features.

He was consumed by impotent rage: "Go ahead and ask!"

Uh, I was so engrossed in portraying that I forgot to ask.

"Stop it, all of you! This man is in my hands!"

Finally, one of the underlings was somewhat reliable. He noticed that Wen Yan cherished men very much, so he sneaked over during the fight, intending to take her hostage.

He actually succeeded.

The curved blade rested against Yan Wei's neck, as if it had just been sharpened, its tip gleaming with a thin layer of moonlight.

"Don't move, or I'll slit his throat."

Yan Wei was forced to get out of bed. His kidnappers thought he was too tall, so they kicked him and yelled at him to squat down.

Yan Wei knew where Wen Yan was. He accurately found the direction where Wen Yan was standing and stared at her with his unfocused eyes.

He shamefully wondered, what should she do?

Wen Yan didn't believe he was that weak, and she sneered, "Let him kick you again."

Don't come to my bed for a month.

That scoundrel, always playing the victim.

Without even considering the timing, the knife was already pressed against his neck, and blood was oozing out. Wen Yan was so angry that her lungs ached just from looking at it.

Yan Yan is angry.

Yan Wei panicked and stopped pretending. He grabbed the person behind him by the neck and snapped it with a crack.

The speed was so fast that the person holding the knife behind them didn't even have time to exert force.

He reached out and groped his way forward, his steps faltering, tears welling in his misty red eyes.

Wen Yan glanced at him, calmly dealt with the remaining people, and then walked over to his side.

His eyes were downcast, and a bloodstain on his neck made him appear even more vulnerable.

Wen Yan was furious. She tore off the ribbon that was tied in front of his eyes and tied it around his neck. After tying it, she remembered that she hadn't applied any medicine, so she untied it, applied the medicine, and then tied it back on.

Her face clearly showed her displeasure.

The movements could hardly be described as gentle.

The ribbons were tied tightly.

But Yan Wei didn't say a word, silently letting her do as she pleased.

He knew he had upset her, so he had no choice but to be as obedient as possible, hoping to appease her until she calmed down.

Yan and Wei thought to themselves.

The original plan to depart tomorrow morning has been changed to midnight.

Wen Yan led out the prepared carriage and headed home with Yan Wei. Since they couldn't find a driver, she had to act as the coachman and stand in the cold wind.

Yan Wei groped his way out and sat down next to her, quietly keeping her company.

The surrounding air pressure was very low, and it remained low for a long time without rising.