After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

When Wen Ranyan paused, the pursuers behind him surrounded him.

More than a dozen Miao people held their spears and swords at the ready, with murderous gleams in their eyes. Thinking of the many brothers who died at her hands, they couldn't help but let out roars of grief and anger from their chests.

Without saying a word, they raised their swords and attacked.

The sharp blade tore through the sky, emitting a sharp and clear sound accompanied by the strong wind in the valley.

The smile on Wen Ranyan's lips remained, but her eyes were clear and cold, like a bloody blade dipped in poison, treacherous, dangerous and terrifying.

Since you are in a hurry to die, she will not be polite.

Wen Ranyan twisted her bare hands, and the poisonous silk wrapped around her wrists danced like a spirit snake, winding towards them quickly and neatly.

The poisonous thread collided with the sharp blade, and in an instant, a long, tearing howl was emitted.

Wen Ranyan tapped her feet lightly and swam on the mountain wall like a swift swallow. Her body spun nimbly, and the hem of her red gauze skirt fluttered like a blooming red spider lily. In just a flash, she avoided the sharp blade that was falling from the air.

The dozen or so Miao people had known that this evil woman would be difficult to deal with, but they never expected her to be so difficult.

So clever and vicious, as if he knows some magic.

Wen Ranyan used the force of the mountain wall to turn over. In a moment, the poisonous thread on his wrist turned into a sharp sword and pierced into the neck of the nearby Miao man.

The poison thread penetrated into the flesh, blood gushed out, the Miao man's pupils dilated, and soon he fell to the ground without a sound.

Wen Ranyan followed suit and did it with ease.

"Witch, kill this witch——"

"Avenge your brothers!"

The remaining Miao people had bloodshot eyes and were furious. They swung their sharp blades wildly and were about to chop at Wen Ranyan.

However, without even touching the corner of her clothes, the poisonous thread in the air seemed to have eyes and entangled all of them together.

"Revenge? Maybe in the next life..."

Wen Ranyan smiled sweetly and flicked the poisonous thread lightly with her slender white hand.

The next second, the poisonous thread became tighter and tighter, and the Miao people didn't even have time to scream before they were shattered into pieces like glass. A blood mist instantly filled the air, a cruel and enchanting red.

Wen Ranyan stood there, admiring the bloody rain with a smile on her face.

There were broken limbs, blood and flesh everywhere, it was smelly and muddy, but her body was clean, not even a trace of blood on it.

“Ahhh, witch, witch——”

Hearing the voice, Wen Ranyan turned sideways and looked at the only one who had escaped the net with a smile.

He was so frightened that his legs went limp, but he still raised his sword tremblingly, looking pitiful and bluffing.

Wen Ranyan was about to raise her hand when she heard a “whoosh” sound.

An arrow feather with powerful internal energy tore through the long wind, cut through the broken hair on her temples, and pierced fiercely into the Miao man's forehead.

The arrow pierced through, blood gushed out, the technique was clean and neat.

At that time, only a hundred meters behind him, the neighing of cavalry echoed in the valley.

Wen Ranyan's heart was moved. She looked back subconsciously. A solemn wind blew, and thousands of black hairs brushed across her eyebrows. The golden bells on her wrists swayed, and the melody was pleasant and touching.

The beauty in red, the radiance flowing, the beautiful mountains and rivers are not as beautiful as her look back at this moment.

"Wen Ranyan."

The fiery male voice tore through the hot light curtain and was clearly audible.

Through the layers of light curtains, Wen Ranyan saw the tall figure sitting alone on the horse.

He was wearing silver armor, holding a longbow, with a murderous aura all over his body, and a sinister and cold look on his face. However, his phoenix eyes were fixed on her without blinking, and they were burning like fire, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood.

Phoenix roosts on the wutong tree.

Wen Ranyan murmured the name silently in her heart. When they met again, she was not shocked but remained calm.

It's just such a coincidence, I don't know if it is fate or sin.

In the valley, the two looked at each other.

Feng Qiwu's gaze was intense and intimidating, while Wen Ran's expression was calm.

After a while, Wen Ranyan opened her lips, a hint of smile flowing in her charming eyes: "Hi, Feng Qiwu, long time no see."

Feng Qiwu: "..."

He gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turned pale, and his chest seemed to be suppressing some kind of anger.

He had been dreaming about the scene of meeting again recently. In the dream, the woman in red was shocked, and called his name in a gentle and joyful voice.

And he would lock her up tightly with a golden lock, put her in a dark room and twist her violently...

But he never expected that Wen Ranyan was truly a heartless monster.

She acted calmly as usual, without even a hint of shock, and was so indifferent as if he were just an insignificant passer-by, making his crazy longing for her over the past few days seem like a joke.

Feng Qiwu pressed against her inner lips, her dark eyes filled with anger, her voice cold and fierce: "I haven't seen you for so many days, and you're telling me this?"

Wen Ranyan blinked and asked casually, "How are you these days?"

"Ah."

A sneer escaped Feng Qiwu's lips, and a surge of violence surged in his heart.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have counted on such a heartless person.

"Come here." Feng Qiwu waved at her. The burning wildness grew wildly in his heart, and in a moment, it penetrated deep into his bones.

No matter how furious he was, he still wanted her.

Looking at the 100,000 majestic cavalry, Wen Ranyan weighed the pros and cons and walked towards him with a smile.

The last time she was able to escape was because she was stirring up trouble in the dark. Now, she was completely exposed and had no way to escape. Besides, Feng Qiwu's cavalry were not weaklings. How could she shake them alone?

The only thing we can do is to stabilize the situation first and then make long-term plans.

"Why did you call me over?" Wen Ranyan stopped under his horse, her charming eyes filled with brilliance as she looked up at him, making people feel soft and numb.

Feng Qiwu's throat rolled and a storm surged in his eyes.

Without saying anything, he grabbed her slender waist, forced her onto the horse's back, and locked her tightly in his arms.

Feeling the pain of the silver armor against her back, Wen Ranyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was obedient without any struggle.

"What if I say that I haven't been doing well these days?"

Feng Qiwu leaned down and whispered softly in her ear. His voice was cold and fierce, but his breath was extremely hot.

Wen Ranyan felt her earlobes tingling. She turned her head slightly, lowered her eyebrows and smiled softly, "Feng Qiwu, are you kidding me? Everyone knows that you are now sitting on the throne, and now you have won a great battle. How can you not be living a good life when you are so proud and happy?"

Her voice was pleasant, and carried a lingering and alluring tone, but Feng Qiwu became even angrier as he listened to it.

Feng Qiwu held her chin and forced her to look at him, "You should know that this is not what I want to hear."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows slightly, and her smile deepened: "Is it because I played you around when I left, and you got angry, so you think about me day and night and feel bad?"

She smiled sweetly and looked fearless.

Feng Qiwu frowned, his expression darkened. Will he die if he says something nice? It's really infuriating.

But Feng Qiwu couldn't do anything to her. She was a capable woman, and cold threats were useless.

"Why do you want to leave?" Feng Qiwu stared at her tender eyes, his voice burning hot, penetrating into her bones: "Am I not treating you well?"