In the seventh instance, the heart of desire stirs yet remains gentle

Xiao Bai recognized the two individuals, and the mysterious man who was currently engaged in battle with Qing Chen also clearly heard the singing coming from afar. Despite the fierce struggle, a hint of a bitter smile appeared on his face at that moment. He then swiftly retracted his sleeve, revealing a gap in the hundred-zhang-long silk that had ensnared Qing Chen. Seizing this opportunity, Qing Chen did not hesitate; he thrust his two-zhang-long spear forward, merging his body with the spear as he shot out, immediately freeing himself from the entanglement of the hundred-zhang-long silk.

Yes, that is me. What do you want? Hand me over to the constabulary for a bounty of thirty million! There is not much panic in Qingchen's tone, but there is a sense of helplessness and a hint of expectation.

When Xiaobai fainted, the distant valley had already returned to calm. The gunmen lying in ambush around had not yet received the order to withdraw, as the highest commander directing the operation had a sword with a flowing blue light resting on his shoulder. Major Xiao stood in front of the officer, the sword resting on his shoulder, coldly asking: "Was it you who ordered the firing?"

He is now so close to the legendary assassin Qingchen, who is wearing a black veil that obscures even her eyes, lying on her back across his legs. At this moment, Qingchen is no longer the notorious serial killer that people fear; she is merely an ordinary woman, injured and unconscious. She is dressed in a form-fitting black outfit, through which her nearly flawless figure can be discerned.

Major Xiao sneered: "Why do those with sinister hearts always like to speak in such righteous terms? Issuing such orders is only because the ones accompanying the dead are not you... Forget it, I cannot reason with someone like you. Do not come to me again, and neither should anyone else related to you. I will not assist with this matter any further."

Of course, there is a subtle feeling that is hard to articulate, which is that Qing Chen is actually a woman, and her figure and skin can be described as exquisite! Although he has not seen her face, in his imagination, Bai Shaoliu has already regarded her as a stunning beauty. The dream of a hero saving a damsel in distress is a fantasy many young men have had; Xiao Bai has certainly entertained such thoughts in his daydreams. Unexpectedly, today he encounters it in reality, and she turns out to be a severely injured beautiful female assassin! How many people yearn for such exhilarating experiences in their ordinary lives? Xiao Bai even began to envision a miraculous romantic encounter.

Uncertain how much time had passed, Bai Shaoliu slowly regained consciousness. He found himself lying on his back in a thicket, and the sky had already darkened. His mind was not yet fully alert, and it took a while for him to recall what had happened, only then did he realize that a man in black was lying across him. This man had one hand pressed on his left shoulder, half of his body leaning to the right, pinning Bai Shaoliu's right hand to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

The skin on both sides of the wound is slightly rolled, with fine blisters distributed around it. The area surrounding the wound is a purplish-black color, a result of the burns caused by the bullet passing at high speed. In the center of the wound, thin streams of red blood are still oozing, but they are close to coagulation. It is only then that Xiao Bai realizes that the blood from her waist has dripped onto her pants, and she feels a sticky sensation between her legs

The mysterious man watched as Qing Chen fled, turning back to glance at him. In the distance, Bai Shao, on the hillside, sensed that the man was looking at him. Although they were far apart, he could clearly see the enigmatic smile the mysterious man directed towards him. After that smile, the man struck again, sending a hundred-foot-long thread sweeping through the air, catching up to Qing Chen's figure, striking her back like a long whip. There was no scene of flesh being torn; the speeding Qing Chen was as if struck by a massive hammer, letting out a short, delicate cry. The long spear slipped from her hand, and her figure suddenly accelerated in the air, like a cannonball shot towards the direction where Xiao Bai was hiding.

Xiao Bai barely had time to tilt his head when a purple-gold, two-meter-long red tassel spear whistled past his ear and struck the hillside behind him, its tip embedding itself into the ground up to the hilt. Xiao Bai had no time for a second reaction, as Qing Chen's figure was already soaring towards him. Instinctively, he reached out to catch it, but was instead knocked into a heap, landing face-to-face with Qing Chen in the thicket, and then everything went dark—he had been knocked unconscious!

Qing Chen: "Do not touch my veil, otherwise I will kill you"

Xiao Bai sensed her emotions, an emotion he was quite familiar with. It was akin to when he was a child at the market, eyeing some delicious food, wanting his grandfather to pay for it, yet fearing that his grandfather might refuse or even scold him. This emotional contagion inexplicably softened his heart, and he replied: "I have nowhere else to go, so I can only take you to where I live. We must wait until it gets a bit darker; we can't let anyone find out! ... Can you walk?"

Do not blame Xiaobai for being absurd; human thoughts can sometimes be so strange and chaotic. At this moment, Xiaobai unexpectedly recalled so many bizarre ideas, nearly losing focus while sitting there. Qingchen was unaware that he could think of so many things at this time and place. Lying on his lap, she softly asked, "I need to find a place to heal, can you help me?" Her tone became weak, as if she had made some mistake. Qingchen was unaware that he could think of so many things at this time and place. Lying on his lap, she softly asked, "I need to find a place to heal, can you help me?" Her tone became weak, as if she had made some mistake.

The two low words seemed like a moan, yet they startled Bai Shaoliu—she had not actually fainted, but was simply unable to move. Bai Shaoliu instinctively retorted, "What not to do?"

... ...

Major Xiao: "Does the cost you mentioned also include killing me along with everything else?"

"I can't move right now, you can go by yourself." Qing Chen's words were very weak, and Xiao Bai sensed her inner plea.

While speaking, Xiao Bai noticed a half-foot-long tear in the clothing around Qing Chen's waist, revealing her fair skin. Her waist was slender, and resting against Xiao Bai's leg, she appeared quite delicate. Her skin was not only pale but also possessed a tender luster, smooth like satin. However, on this satin-like skin, there was a wound over two inches long, likely caused by a bullet grazing her during an escape. This injury might not have been too severe initially, but later, after encountering a mysterious man in a fierce struggle, the wound was significantly aggravated. Now, this satin-like skin bore a wound over two inches long, presumably from a bullet graze during the escape. This injury might not have been too serious at first, but later, after a fierce confrontation with a mysterious man, it was greatly exacerbated.

Bai Shaoliu retracted his hand and said: "I just wanted to see if you still have breath. Are you the assassin Qingchen?"

Bai Shaoliu felt an intense soreness in all his joints. Instinctively, he retracted his right hand, only to grasp something soft and elastic. It took him a moment to realize that his hand was resting on the left chest of a figure in black, and indeed, this was a woman. Her breasts were quite firm. This was Bai Zhongliu's first experience touching a woman's chest, and despite the circumstances and the barrier of clothing, his heart raced uncontrollably. The woman was not wearing anything beneath her black attire, not even a bra. This was not the time to take advantage of the situation; he reluctantly withdrew his hand, but not before giving it a slight squeeze. He turned the woman over and used his other hand to support himself as he sat up.

Her legs were straight and slender, and her waist was delicate. As for her chest—on the black fabric in front of her, there was a dark stain, marked by a five-fingered imprint! Upon seeing the imprint, Bai Shaoliu suddenly remembered that it was his own, precisely where his right hand had just gripped. Instinctively, he glanced at his right hand and discovered it was covered in blood. Looking further down, he noticed that the area beneath Qingchen's veil was also stained with dark red marks; she had just coughed up blood. Bai Shaoliu instinctively wanted to lift her veil, but as soon as his fingers brushed against it, he heard Qingchen struggle to say, "Don't!" He instinctively glanced at his right hand again, realizing it was still covered in blood, and saw that the area beneath Qingchen's veil was also tainted with dark red marks; she had just coughed up blood. Bai Shaoliu instinctively wanted to lift her veil, but as soon as his fingers brushed against it, he heard Qingchen struggle to say, "Don't!"

Do not forget, this is the assassin for whom the Patrol Department has offered a bounty of 30 million, and now she stands before Bai Shaoliu, utterly defenseless. Usually, if someone were to give him a red envelope of 3,000 yuan, Bai would be so delighted that he couldn't sleep. However, asking him to exchange the life of this woman for 30 million is something he finds difficult to do. After all, since the first day he heard about the assassin Qingchen, Bai has not felt any aversion towards this person. He has always been curious about the assassin Qingchen, with a hint of inexplicable admiration mixed in his curiosity. Moreover, is it really so easy to obtain 30 million? After witnessing various extraordinary events today, Bai understands that there are not only mysterious figures like Qingchen in this world. Furthermore, saving such a person might bring unexpected benefits.

Inspector: "Only in this way can we eliminate the assassin Qingchen. We cannot allow her to escape again. As a soldier, you should understand what sacrifice means."

The inspector's teeth chattered slightly, yet he straightened his back as much as possible and replied: "We must spare no effort."

After Colonel Xiao finished speaking, he sheathed his sword and turned to leave. Despite the presence of a large number of armed personnel holding guns, each one lowered their head, revealing a look of shame.

... ...

Xiaobai understood this expectation; even this legendary cold-blooded killer has moments of vulnerability. She hoped the person in front of her could help her, yet she was reluctant to ask for assistance. Xiaobai sighed and said: "I don't want anything; how are you? I see you are injured, and it looks quite serious. Can you walk on your own?"

Bai Shaoliu suddenly found it somewhat amusing that Qingchen, unable to move at all, actually said she wanted to kill him. However, upon reflection, it was not so funny after all, as Qingchen was indeed an assassin who left no survivors. Bai Shaoliu did not attempt to unveil her further. His peculiar telepathic ability informed him that Qingchen's second statement was merely a figure of speech, devoid of any murderous intent. However, her first statement was serious, even tinged with a hint of fear; she truly did not want Bai Shaoliu to uncover her veil. His peculiar telepathic ability informed him that Qingchen's second statement was merely a figure of speech, devoid of any murderous intent. However, her first statement was serious, even tinged with a hint of fear; she truly did not want Bai Shaoliu to uncover her veil

It is unclear why that ugly wound appeared on her nearly perfect skin, so glaring! Upon seeing her wound, Xiao Bai felt an inexplicable twinge in his heart, and a sense of pity arose within him. In a moment of confusion, he said, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Qing Chen: "I can't move, I really can't move"