I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 158 - 107: Hug (Part 2)

He must find Duoji, and then quickly escape from the Capital City, out of Yan Country.

The thought of bringing so many dead with him, yet only he managed to escape, filled Jiang Qu with immense regret.

The handsome young man who had taken them for a stroll during the day, how could he have...

Suddenly, a dark shadow descended from the sky, enveloping Jiang Qu.

He lifted his head, trembling, to meet a pair of amber eyes, devoid of any emotion.

The familiar resolute face made Jiang Qu’s eyes widen in despair.

After painstakingly escaping from Gu Lan, how had he encountered yet another death god?

"Help... help—" Jiang Qu managed a few broken cries for help from his throat.

The blade in Wei Chengyuan’s hand was stained with blood, clearly, he had been trailing Jiang Qu along the way.

This was the person Lanlan wanted dead, how could they escape?

He raised his blade and slashed down like thunder!

At the critical moment, an arrow shot towards them, striking Wei Chengyuan’s blade, causing it to tilt by a few inches, only cutting a strand of Jiang Qu’s hair.

He brushed aside the arrow and coldly looked towards the newcomer.

The Eldest Prince Duoji put away his bow and hurried over with his entourage, not daring to act rashly.

At this moment, Jiang Qu was under Wei Chengyuan’s blade.

He regretted internally, he had been opposed to Jiang Qu targeting Gu Lan from the start, but Jiang Qu had always been smart, and appeared confident today, so he didn’t stop him.

It wasn’t until just now that one of his men returned, saying they had miscalculated, leading Duoji to rush over for support.

Duoji looked at Jiang Qu kneeling on the ground, eyes filled with rage as he shouted, "Little brother!"

If he had known this scene would occur, he would never have let Jiang Qu lead the team.

At this moment, Duoji also saw Wei Chengyuan’s face, faintly visible in the darkness, and was struck motionless as if by lightning.

"Ghost... ghost." He murmured, his rough voice thick with fear.

Until Jiang Qu moved and struggled to get up, shouting at Duoji in panic:

"Brother, save me!"

He used all his strength to run towards Duoji, Wei Chengyuan’s eyes glinted, and he fiercely threw out his long blade.

The sword fell.

...

Gu Lan clutched the sword in her hand, systematically finding and sending the remaining masked men in the courtyard to the afterlife.

This time, she did not leave any alive as she had before, but continued slaughtering tirelessly.

Suddenly, Gu Lan heard a strange sound from the straw pile.

She turned her head, sword in hand, and walked over step by step, everything in sight was bloodstained.

Just as she was about to stab down, a boy of twelve or thirteen crawled out of the straw, followed by a girl about the same age.

"Great Hero, spare us, Great Hero, spare us!"

The two cried and begged for mercy, petrified by the hellish scene before them.

Gu Lan showed no reaction, as if she couldn’t hear them, her dark eyes filled with scarlet killing intent as she raised her sword.

"Gu Lan!"

Rong Heng shouted, rushing in front of Gu Lan.

Gu Lan hesitated for a moment, looking into Rong Heng’s dark eyes, but her hands’ movements did not stop.

The two kneeling children had already closed their eyes.

Rong Heng had read about such situations in books, some soldiers would become bloodthirsty on the battlefield, forgetting family and friends, killing everyone they saw, until they were killed or collapsed from exhaustion.

Or, they would stop only when they realized it was all over.

His eyes darkened slightly, stepping forward abruptly to embrace Gu Lan.

For the first time, Gu Lan’s body was colder than his, exuding a chilling aura, yet still very soft.

Rong Heng hugged tightly, gently pressing Gu Lan’s head into the crook of his neck, soothingly stroking her soft hair.

Gu Lan was covered in blood, her face and body, but he didn’t mind at all.

"Lanlan, wake up." Rong Heng’s voice was slightly hoarse.

At this time, Gu Lan was probably unconscious.

He could call her Lanlan secretly, and no one would know.

The deranged Gu Lan was steeped in bloodthirsty intent, when she caught a whiff of a faint medicinal scent that calmed her.

She loved the smell of medicine.

While some people associated medicine with death and disease, she felt the opposite.

To her, medicine meant healing, being curable meant being alive.

Gu Lan’s eyes regained clarity, her long sword clanged down from her hand, and like a puppy, she burrowed into Rong Heng’s chest, greedily sniffing.

Rong Heng’s ears turned red.

Only then did she realize she was embraced by Rong Heng.

"Rong—Brother Hang, are you okay?"

Young Master Gu quickly slipped out of his embrace, stammering, wanting to ask Rong Heng if he could pretend he hadn’t seen her puppy-like behavior; she couldn’t let her image be ruined.