Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 374
Standing on the soil slope, Wan Zhuan saw the chaste man talking with others through the gaps covered by trees and leaves.

This person was wearing a black cloak all over his body, no one could be seen, and the saber at his waist could not be concealed under the cloak.

There are twelve other men in black around.

This is Wanqi's mausoleum.

A hole was dug in the mausoleum.

Negotiating what?
The plums in the melon field have to be guarded.

Ten thousand chaffs draw their bows, aiming at the chaste man, the arrow falls, and the chastity falls to the ground.

The man in black immediately galloped on horseback, and the soldiers ambushing around began to pull arrows and aimed at the man in black.

The leading man in black drew his sword and blocked the flying arrows without any damage.

The ambushing soldiers rushed out and surrounded them.The man in black drew his sword and greeted him, but his posture was unstoppable.

Wan Kuan looked at the opponent's moves and was familiar with them. Once he had an idea, he looked at his body shape and hand habits, and he could match them one by one.

Wan Zhuan rushed out, mounted a fast horse and prepared to deal with it.

The other party noticed that the move became faster and fled the scene quickly. In a hurry, the calf was shot.

Wan Zhuan knew that it was not appropriate to chase after him, so he stopped and looked at the man in black on the ground.

The twelve men in black all died in anger.After taking off the clothes, I found that everyone seemed to have the same face.

Wan Kuan carefully inspected his face, and there were traces of corrosion on the cheekbones on both sides.Nine times out of ten, some kind of secret trick with side effects was used to ruin the facial features.

Wan Chan walked towards Zhenren, Zhenren opened his eyes, stared blankly at the ground, lost his breath.

The soldiers dealt with the scene and left.On the way, I heard the sound of horseshoes.

Fuchen rushed over on a tall horse, with several black snakes hovering around him.

Wan Zhuan stopped his horse and looked at the floating dust.

Fu Chen dismounted, chased Wan Chau and asked, "Where's my master? Where's my master!" The roar exploded in the forest.

Wan Bran remained silent.

Fuchen stared straight at him, with bows and arrows in his eyes, his jaw trembled twice, and he turned his head stiffly.

There were rustlings on both sides of the mountain road, the grass was shaking, and there was a certain sound.

"Where is the corpse?" Fu Chen's voice was hoarse.

Wan Kuan sat on the tall horse, staring ahead, "Preparing for the succession ceremony of the Great Wizard."

"I ask you, where is the corpse!" Fu Chen roared angrily!There were hot tears in his eyes.

His perfunctory is hopeless.

Wan Zhuan lowered his head and stared at Fuchen, "You said, you will stare at him, so I kept him. He has already dug up the tomb, knew what's inside, and told your lover Wan Chen."

"Lover?" Fuchen was laughing, with tears streaming down his face, staring at Wan Chan in disbelief, "You said Wan Chen is my lover? He is just like you, his life is hard. My brother has fought with him several times, but let him run away Did you blame me now for not killing him immediately and slandering him for having an affair with me?"

His throat was choked and uncomfortable, tears were blocked in his eyes, Fu Chen trembled with his hands, he couldn't speak, and pointed to the front of the road, "My master, where is my master?" The words were stuck in his chest, turning in his throat before he choked and opened his mouth.

Wanchao was silent.

Fuchen shook his legs, tears streaming down his face, and begged in a low voice, "Where's my master?"

"I don't care about Wan Chen, I just want to know where my master is?"

When there was no response, he broke out and shouted, "Where is my master!"

The snakes and insects on both sides of the mountain road coiled down, densely piled up, entangled under the horses, with their heads held high, "hissing" constantly, showing aggressiveness.

Wan Zhuan whispered, "It's burned."

The strings in my mind snapped.

Fu Chen staggered back, not daring to face it.He bowed his head, crying uncontrollably.

"I've always, always hoped that you would spare his life for my sake." Fuchen's face was filled with grimace.

Looking up, looking at Wan Cha with tears in his eyes, "He knows you hate him, and he has been acquiescing to me looking for you all these years, acquiescing to your strength. Why can't you let him go?"

"If I hadn't carried him behind my back and designed Wanqi's funeral together with you, he wouldn't have been disappointed in me! He wouldn't have wanted me!"

Fuchen sobbed, "He treats me like a child."

The snake crawled along the horse.The horse was frightened and threw off the soldier on its back.The soldiers were frightened and attacked the snakes.

Fu Chen looked at all this indifferently, turned around stiffly, and walked into the forest.

"Floating dust!" Wan Zhuan shouted.As soon as he stretched out his hand, the horses were all attacked by the snakes.

Wan Zhuan jumped off his horse and wanted to go forward, but was surrounded by poisonous snakes and forced him to retreat.

Fu Chen entered the mountains and forests and walked to the side of the surging river.

The moon falls on the lake.

Fuchen sat by the lake, looked up at the bright moon hanging alone in the dark night, only felt cold.

When entering a world, there is never only one connection.

Love, family affection, friendship... will all happen.

She is just stubbornly prioritizing the interests of those who work.

She is also a murderer.

Fu Chen sat lonely by the lake.

After staying in the deep mountains for more than half a month, Fu Chen walked out of the mountains and returned to the city.

The ancient city is still prosperous.

Fuchen was walking on the road, and after being hit, a jade pendant was stuffed into his hand.

Chen.

Fuchen raised his hand and fell.

Zombies went to the witch tribe like flesh and blood. Just after entering, the witch told, "My lord, the king has an order. When I see you, I will let you go there as soon as possible."

"Wait." Fuchen didn't care.

The witch added, "The king is in poor health."

Fuchen raised his head and looked at the witch.

"I don't know the specific situation, I just say that the adults will go there as soon as possible."

Floating dust was strange, and without waiting to change clothes, he immediately rushed to the palace on horseback.

Everyone in the palace bowed their heads, and seemed much more cautious than before.

There was no trace of the beauty in the courtyard.

Fuchen rushed to the palace and ran over.

This time, Wan Zhu stood at the door and waited for him.

In my memory, when I was 2 years old, I had a temper tantrum with Wan Zhuan, and I left the cold palace by myself.Wan Zhuan was always squatting at the door of the cold palace and waiting.

Seeing the other party's eyes were red, his face darkened, and his beard twitched, he probably knew what was going on.

Fu Chen ran over, rushed to Wan Chau, subconsciously asked softly, "Can't sleep?"

Wan Zhuan hugged Fu Chen, took a deep breath, bent over, and put his head on her shoulder.

Very heavy.

I can feel the heavy breathing of Wankang.

Insomnia, lack of sleep.It is a problem that Wankang has always had.Every time he kills, he is prone to illness.

Thinking of this, Fuchen felt sad.Knowing that he couldn't fall asleep after killing someone, he still killed him.

Not being near him for these four years, Fu Chen thought that the problems of Wan Bran in these few years had already been healed.

It has always been there.

Fuchen thought about it, and probably understood that he was a chaste person.

Whether Wan Zhuan believes it or not, everyone is in awe of the witch clan, and his own witchcraft shows from time to time, Wan Zhuan is also subconsciously afraid of chaste people.

So it's time to get sick.

Fu Chen dragged Wan Zhuan's body into the house, "Brother, go to sleep. I'll stay here and sing the requiem."

Wan Zhuan dragged his body, laying on the bed, Fuchen sat on the edge of the bed, patted the quilt lightly, and sang softly, "God is back, attracting the soul into the body..."

A long tune was chanted in a low voice between the beds.

He cannot let people know his weakness, he cannot show it, he must hide it.

Wan Zhuan tilted his head, looked at Fuchen, "You still hate me?"

Fuchen smiled lightly, "Brother, we are in a high place, as a royal family, life is an extravagant hope. There are too many things that are beyond our control and forced by the situation." Fuchen turned his head and looked at Wanchao, "You know Knowing that in this world, I only have you as a relative now. It is impossible to ignore you. "

Wan Bran remained silent, and raised his hand to rub her head.His eyes are pitiful.

They all have only each other.

Only each other.

(End of this chapter)