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

"The rain of arrows was so fierce that I was also worried." Feng Qiwu raised his eyes and smiled, his thin lips slightly raised, as if it was really the case.

Wen Ranyan looked at him with increasing amusement and asked, "Really?"

He seems to be sincere on the surface, but who knows what evil is hidden under this good appearance.

Feng Qiwu smiled without saying a word, but her eyes were dark and unfathomable.

Sharp arrows flew one after another, and the surging silver light made the sky as bright as day.

When the bright light fades, murderous intent lurks everywhere.

Under such powerful circumstances, Feng Qiwu would still hold Wen Ranyan and escape from danger from time to time, just like a lovesick man who would not care about himself for the sake of beauty.

"..."

Wen Ranyan looked at the big hand around her waist and frowned slightly.

She was so blood-thrilled just now that her blood was surging with excitement. She could easily dodge another wave of dense rain of arrows.

But Feng Qiwu's sudden action extinguished her excitement. Besides spoiling her fun, it also made Wen Ranyan more certain that this bastard had no good intentions.

As for what kind of bad intentions An De had, she would have to wait and see.

The night was hazy with swords flashing and sabers flashing. The two of them hugged each other tightly in the face of adversity, their clothes entangled with each other. Under the reflection of the beautiful light, they looked like a pair of lovers who were in love until the end of the world.

The love is close and they share life and death.

When the people in the pavilion saw this scene, it seemed that Feng Qiwu was willing to risk his life to save the beauty.

The land of gentleness is the tomb of heroes, and no one is exempt from it.

"Now I know that a handsome man like Feng Qiwu would actually bow down for a woman." Moka Lianhua's hands paused as he peeled off the Buddhist beads, and there was surprise and sigh in his words.

He originally thought that a murderous person like Feng Qiwu would have long lost all feelings and love, but he never expected that he was actually a lovesick man.

Ashinaba said in a clear voice: "I have seen this woman. When I was besieging Feng Qiwu before, he also brought this woman with him and took good care of her. Now it seems that their relationship has become even better."

He was deeply impressed by the woman Feng Qiwu brought with him, and when he saw her again today, the impression was even deeper.

If this woman came to Turkestan, he would recognize her at a glance.

Yang Xuelian looked at the two figures outside the building, her eyes deepening. "Feng Qiwu really put her at the top of his heart. She told me the day before yesterday that there was no relationship between her and Feng Qiwu anymore. Now it seems that it was all lies."

But that day, he didn't believe a word.

In the building, the sandalwood incense is curling, the crepe is rolling, and the tea is boiled by the stove on the table, the fragrance is refreshing, which has a unique charm.

Moke Lianhua poured herself a cup of tea and said in a gentle voice, "But I'm curious about one thing. When did you Miao people get mixed up with Feng Qiwu?"

His voice was gentle and measured, but there was a hint of edge in the ending.

The chill in the building was rising steadily.

"She is good at Gu, and she is dressed like a Miao." Yang Xuelian lowered her eyebrows and cleared the connection with him in a few words, "But we don't have such a person in Miao area. I don't know where she came from."

Moko Lianhua was slightly surprised: "Oh? So, it can be killed?"

He spoke these few words lightly, like the gentle falling of white feathers or the gurgling of water in a brook.

He is obviously a Buddhist who is as noble and elegant as a lotus, but at this moment his words are full of solemnity, without a trace of compassion or Zen in his voice.

How could a person who could stand out from the changes and wars in the Western Regions be a compassionate monk or Buddha? He was nothing more than an Asura evil ghost wearing a cassock.

Yang Xuelian looked at him for a moment, then smiled: "Of course, now we already have a deep understanding of what the person Feng Qiwu cherishes looks like, so no matter if she comes to Miaojiang, Turkic, or Western Regions, we can recognize her at a glance and will never let her find out any information."

Moke Lianhua raised her eyebrows slightly: "It remains to be seen whether they can break through the siege today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could feel the attack outside the building becoming more and more fierce and intense, as if leaving no chance to breathe.

Wen Ranyan also keenly felt that the fierce attack on Feng Qiwu that was originally launched, was now much more fierce when it came against her, as if they were determined to leave all their lives in Miaojiang.

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered as he suddenly looked inside the pavilion.

Then the three people in the pavilion also cast their eyes on her, treating her equally with aloof coldness.

Wen Ranyan withdrew her gaze and couldn't help but look up. What she saw was Feng Qiwu's smoothly-shaped chin, and above that was a pair of deep and vast phoenix eyes.

Under the cold light, his eyes were filled with a faint light and a hint of smile, but it was so hazy that it was hard to see clearly.

Wen Ranyan had a flash of inspiration and finally figured out the key.

She knew that Feng Qiwu had bad intentions and had come up with this evil idea.

With no place to vent his deep love, he deliberately puts on a show for others to see.

Let others think that Feng Qiwu was an infatuated man who didn't care about his own life and was madly in love with Wen Ranyan. In just a short time of drinking a cup of tea, she became the target of public criticism.

Now, the people from the three parties have all seen her face clearly. If they ever go to their territory in the future, they will be hunted down before they can even sit down.

Looking around, Beilang is the only safe place where she can live.

"...You bastard, your calculations are really crazy." Wen Ranyan raised his eyebrows and sneered.

Feng Qiwu pretended to be confused and innocent: "What?"

"You know what's going on." Wen Ranyan laughed, her emotions unclear.

From poisoning, to the golden lock, from Chunfeng Pavilion, to the evil intentions at this moment, the two of them are really fighting each other and it is hard to tell who is better. As soon as the winner is seen, they will come up with some dirty tricks.

One thing after another, exciting but not fatal, no one will be happy, but it is exciting enough to make people interested.

There's actually a sense of sympathy between these two extremely bad guys as they fight each other.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but we have to go."

Feng Qiwu had already made his own plan. Looking at the increasing number of Miao soldiers, he realized that he could not continue fighting. But before leaving, he suddenly swept his leg away with the steel knife on the ground.

This kick was filled with powerful internal energy, and the steel knife suddenly soared into the air -

It broke through the sky, tore through the sky, and whistled towards Yang Xuelian in the pavilion.

This move seemed to have the mighty force of iron horses and golden swords. Yang Xuelian leaned forward to block it, but his arm was still cut by the steel knife.

"Dang Cang——"

The steel knife slashed into the table with great force, a piece of blood-stained cloth hanging on the blade.

Yang Xuelian covered his injured arm, and just as he raised his eyes, he saw the arrogance in Feng Qiwu's eyes.

“Feng Qiwu…!”

Faced with such a blatant provocation, Yang Xuelian's usual indifference was swept away, and anger filled his heart and lungs.

Just as he was about to make a move, he realized that there was no trace of them in the night. The two bastards had already run away.

He came and went so freely, as if the encirclement and suppression just now was just walking the dog.

And the dogs were them, and Feng Qiwu took them for a walk around in circles.

"Come here, block the city gates and continue to encircle and suppress Feng Qiwu." Yang Xuelian's eyes were cold and he was furious.