Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 149
Chapter 149
After coaxing Wei Jue to take his medicine with a lollipop, the sky had completely darkened.
“Qiuyun, Xing Yi.”
The two entered from the outer room.
“Miss.”
“Master.”
Su Hua took her sword and drew a circle around the bed.
“Stay inside this circle and don’t go out.”
The two looked at the faint white glow of the circle but didn’t ask any questions, simply nodding in agreement.
Wei Jue asked her, “Where are you going?”
“Just outside. There will be a lot of trash tonight. You all go to sleep first. Move the couch over. I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
Wei Jue opened his mouth, wanting to say so much, but in the end, it all condensed into two words: “Be careful.”
Su Hua smiled and left the room, sitting at the table in the outer room. The door was wide open, and she lay her head on the table as if to sleep.
In the dead of night, the entire Qi residence was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the pale moonlight and the faint light from the house.
The sound of faint footsteps slowly approached. Su Hua’s ears twitched as she silently counted: one, two, three…
Ah, thirty highly skilled shadow guards. Even the Crown Prince doesn’t get this kind of treatment.
The well-trained black-clad assassins, seeing the door wide open and their target in the inner room, were about to charge in when they saw the figure with a sword rushing toward them.
…
Outside, the clashing of swords and muffled groans continued. The smell of blood seemed to seep through the tightly closed windows.
Under the house, the black-clad assassins fell one by one. On the roof, archers suddenly appeared from all directions.
Arrows rained down, some even piercing through the windows and shooting straight toward the people inside. Xing Yi quickly stepped in front of Wei Jue and the others, ready to deflect the arrows with his blade.
But he saw the arrows stop at the edge of the glowing white circle, as if blocked by an invisible barrier, falling harmlessly to the ground.
Then, two black-clad assassins broke into the room.
Seeing the three inside, they immediately raised their swords and charged.
But soon, their blades were blocked by an invisible membrane, unable to penetrate further.
The two assassins exchanged a glance, unwilling to believe it, and tried stabbing from various angles, but to no avail.
Wei Jue and the others, though surprised, had seen their fair share of the world and didn’t show much reaction.
The two assassins: “…”
Seeing that they couldn’t break through, the two assassins had no choice but to leave and join the battle outside.
Su Hua fought one against thirty. In the darkness, her red robes seemed to blend into the ink-like night. Arrows rained down on her like a storm, but strangely, they all stopped around her, as if something was protecting her.
The snow, which had stopped in the afternoon, began to fall again. Blood continuously stained the silver-white snow, and the bodies of the assassins fell one after another. Fear gradually spread in everyone’s hearts.
They weren’t suicide soldiers. Though loyal, they were still thinking beings. Death itself wasn’t terrifying—what was terrifying was the unknown.
At some point, the archers had given up shooting.
“Retreat.”
In the darkness, this soft command was barely noticeable.
Su Hua, holding her sword, looked toward the roof. With a light step, she leaped out of the assassins’ encirclement and charged toward the roof.
“You think you can shoot arrows and just leave? Not so easy.”
The archers were stunned, but the one who had given the order earlier spoke again: “Attack.”
There were twenty of them. This woman had just fought thirty highly skilled shadow guards. She must be exhausted by now. It was better to use sheer numbers to overwhelm her.
The archers threw down their bows and drew their swords, charging at Su Hua.
At the same time, not far away in the shadows, a group of people stood silently, blending into the night. Unless you walked right up to them, you wouldn’t notice they were there.
“Go,” the leader commanded.
Immediately, twenty black-clad assassins infiltrated the Qi residence and joined the battle.
Su Hua, sharp-eyed, immediately noticed the new group of twenty and rolled her eyes.
This is going to kill me!
As she swung her sword, Su Hua glanced at the sky and spoke to the system in her mind: “De’er, do you have any weapons that can kill a large group at once?”
“How about poison needles? One shot, one kill!” De’er said excitedly.
After all, the host had never bought anything from its store except for a locator.
“100,000 points.”
“10,000.”
De’er: “…”
“80,000, no lower.”
“50,000!”
“Deal.”
Su Hua retreated to a distance and sheathed her sword.
Just as she was about to fire, she realized that the twenty black-clad assassins were actually helping her.
Su Hua: “???”
Is it because I’m so beautiful that even the heavens can’t bear to see me hunted and sent people to help me?
What to do with a host who daydreams every day?
The gun was silenced. Su Hua fired at the assassins, one shot per person. She didn’t care if they were helping her or not—anyone who got close was killed.
“Retreat.”
The voice of the assassins came from the darkness.
This woman was too bizarre. They had to report back to their master.
“Think you can run? Not a chance.”
Su Hua continued firing. Several of the assassins had already retreated to the roof. Su Hua fired at the ones who stayed behind to cover the retreat.
“Huh?”
“Host, you’re out of needles. Each gun only comes with ten. You can buy more.”
Su Hua smiled.
“De’er, you’re great…”
De’er hugged its tail, trembling.
It’s better to go offline. The host is too scary.
Su Hua casually tossed the gun into her space. Before she could even draw her sword, she saw the assassins in front of her running away at the fastest speed of their lives.
What’s going on? They actually ran?
“Host, you’re so scary. It’s normal for them to run.”
“You still dare to speak? I’ll settle accounts with you later.”
Going offline, going offline.
Out of the fifty assassins, only four managed to escape. After the group of assassins who had helped her finished their work, they turned around and saw the woman in thin red robes sitting at the door.
The soft moonlight shone down, and snowflakes fell gently. She sat there in her red robes, her figure slender, her features flawless. Resting her chin on her hand, she looked at them with an amused expression.
The assassins waited for Su Hua to ask questions.
Su Hua looked at them.
The snow fell quietly, growing heavier.
The two groups stared at each other intently.
Finally, the leader of the assassins couldn’t stand the awkwardness and stepped forward.
“Miss Qi, our master is Prince Jing.”
Su Hua said nothing.
The assassin leader felt extremely awkward. He had wanted to wait for Su Hua to ask, so he could naturally reveal his master’s identity. But she didn’t ask—she just stared at them.
They were wearing black masks, with only their eyes visible. What could she possibly see?
The assassin leader, enduring the awkwardness, continued, “Our master wishes to cooperate with Miss Qi. Today’s events are a gesture of goodwill.”
Su Hua curled her lips into a smile.
Goodwill? You have the nerve to call it that?
She had long sensed there was another group outside, but they hadn’t made a move. They probably only stepped in after seeing her abilities.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world—or breakfast or dinner, for that matter.
“Oh.”
“…” The assassin leader felt he had never been so embarrassed. Thankfully, he was wearing a mask, or his expression would have been extremely unnatural.
Just as he was about to speak, her clear voice came through: “If you want to show goodwill, clean up my courtyard first.”
