Going through the Red Mansions quickly means going against the system.

Feng Yuan took a deep look at Hu Fuler. He originally wanted to let him go for the sake of Mrs. Hu, so he assigned him the position of shopkeeper. Unfortunately, their family was used to getting something for nothing. Hu Fuler had been there for a few days, but he felt that it was not enough. Oil and water are back.

Among the four children, none was as kind as Mrs. Hu.

"Are you sure you want to go this way?"

Feng Yuan stared at Fu'er and said.

Seeing that although he was timid, he still dragged the horse in that direction without looking back, Feng Yuan gave up on him.

The long alley was so narrow that Feng Yuan, who was riding a horse, could no longer turn back. He looked at the killer standing in the recess of a house in the middle of the alley and quietly drew out his personal dagger.

The back of the alley was also blocked by people. The person leading the way was carrying a box reserved for salesmen, followed by two young men.

The back of Fu'er's neck was already covered with beads of sweat.

Just as he was about to pass by the waiting killer, Hu Fuler suddenly let go of the reins and ran, shouting: "I have brought the man, Feng Yuan is coming soon, he promised not to kill me..."

He ducked his head and passed by the killer, giving him a flattering smile.

Feng Yuan on horseback looked at the killer's suddenly annoyed and disgusted eyes, and also laughed.

Fu'er, who was two or three steps past the killer, still had a flattering look on his face. The next second, a red line overflowed from his neck, and then the red fountain fell to the ground along with his fall.

Like a slow motion scene in a TV series, his body rolled forward with inertia, and finally started to gurgling out against the corner, but it only lasted for five or six seconds, and the blood fountain was no longer that high.

The killer who killed Fu'er suddenly rushed towards Feng Yuan, his leaping steps indeed looked like a flying bird.

It's a pity that he is still on the lower side.

Regardless of the three people behind him, Feng Yuan finally pulled out the weapons from the box and rushed forward. He only pulled the horse back a few steps and rushed towards the killer in front.

The horse raised its head and tilted upward. One of its front horseshoes stepped on the killer's right hand holding the dagger, and the other horseshoe had already stepped on his left shoulder.

The galloping hind horse's hooves stepped on the killer's head, creating a posture of a horse trampling on a flying swallow. Feng Yuan could already clearly hear the sound of the skull breaking from a high position.

When the horse's hind paws finally broke away from the killer's back, the person following him rushed in front of him. The "goodsman" who couldn't dodge lost his life first. Unluckily, he ran straight into the killer's knife.

This turn of events surprised two big men. One tripped because he was distracted, but the other was sharp and quickly threw a flying knife at Feng Yuan.

"Thanks!" Feng Yuan said with a cheerful smile, leaning forward to catch the spinning flying knife. He originally wanted to throw it back, but he happened to see an archer with a bow and arrow shooting an arrow at the exit of the alley ahead.

With a "bang", Feng Yuan used the flying knife to change the direction of the arrow. When he leaned back to avoid it again, the flying arrow hit the man behind him who threw the knife.

The horse was running, bringing Feng Yuan closer and closer to the shooter. Seeing that the situation was not good, he shot another arrow, but the next second, Feng Yuan's flying knife was caught around his neck.

Sure enough, using his own magic technique - time slowing down to deal with the bad guys, he still got a big advantage.

The killers were not unhappy, but they were not as quick as him. After Feng Yuan left the alley, there was no one alive in the alley.

He sat on the horse and admired it for a while, then dragged the horse away.

Maybe someone will come here soon, and if you wait here any longer, you're asking for trouble.

Feng Yuan rode his horse and walked towards the creek, looking as leisurely as if he were on an outing.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves was heard behind him. Feng Yuan looked back and saw that it was Wang Sheng.

"I didn't know you had this skill."

Wang Sheng rode over and stood side by side with Feng Yuan. The two of them rode by the stream, as beautiful as a painting.

"I didn't know you would actually want to kill me!"

Feng Yuan turned around and chuckled. Although he had already had the idea of ​​killing Wang Sheng, when he knew that Wang Sheng also wanted to kill him, the pain in his heart turned into a black hole.

"I couldn't help myself. I didn't expect that the Supreme Emperor would actually issue such an order."

Wang Sheng said sincerely: "You shouldn't take advantage of the prince's favor and kill people wantonly, or kill whenever you want. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"The Prince was also among the candidates for the throne of the Supreme Emperor. It was you who made him see the foolish side of the Prince."

"And the reason why I sent you there was to let you enjoy your happiness, not to look for trouble and play with the girl's face."

"Do you know what I thought when I received the Emperor's decree? I think you are like a piece of shit that I can't help!"

Wang Sheng suddenly said fiercely: "I shouldn't have saved you that day!"

"You shouldn't have provoked me that day..."

Feng Yuan's mouth conveyed the sigh of the original owner. Maybe they really loved each other, so after the original owner died, his heart was still with Wang Sheng. And now Wang Sheng was chasing after him in a daze.

"What to do now?"

Feng Yuan was about to take action, so he turned his head and asked him. In fact, he wanted to ask Wang whether he regretted it after he was born. If he had never been tired of him, perhaps the original owner would have been happiest when he died in the scheme of the Xue family.

"Let's go! I will take care of your family. No matter where you go, don't come back or see the Ninth Prince... Zhang Zhan will accompany you..."

Feng Yuan looked forward and saw Zhang Zhan waving to him not far ahead.

"So the way you gave me is still alive!"

Feng Yuan sighed, and the black hole in his heart gradually subsided. He gave up the plan of taking action, "Then what should you do?"

He looked at Wang Sheng with concern, as if the missing piece in his heart had been filled again.

"The Emperor will die sooner or later. I have already voted for the Emperor on the recommendation of the prince. As long as I persist a little longer, I should be fine."

Wang Sheng actually had no confidence in his heart, but he originally wanted to let Feng Yuan go. Since Feng Yuan had already escaped two murders, there was no need to prepare for the third one.

"Besides, you have great martial arts skills. You can't blame me for running away. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. The worst is, you can no longer be the head of the royal family. Anyway, I have been enough for these years."

He looked at Feng Yuan with concern, "You don't have to worry about me. The emperor wants Zhang Zhan to report to the border guards, and he will take you with him. Once you have made great contributions in the army, the emperor will be unable to interfere."

Wang Sheng looked at Feng Yuan, wondering what kind of witchcraft had fallen upon him. He was originally a dispensable thing, but now it made him dare to resist the order.

"Really?" Feng Yuan touched his heart and actually heard the original owner's request to let Wang Sheng go. The original owner felt that Wang Sheng still cherished him, so he didn't want to tie Wang Sheng up and monopolize him.

Feng Yuan simply gave his body to him, and saw the awakened original owner throwing himself into Wang Sheng's arms. After kissing him countless times, he finally slowly let go.

"You have to stay alive until I come back and kill you."

Wang Sheng suddenly laughed, patted him like he once patted a puppy, and said softly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

As the sun set, Feng Yuan rode towards Zhang Zhan on horseback. When he turned around, Wang Sheng was still standing where he was.

Maybe he could choose to die of old age in his life as Feng Yuan...