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

Upon receiving the order, the subordinates immediately ran to the spring and filled their water bags.

Seeing this, the others also ran to get water.

After all, they had just entered the desert and still had a long way to go. If they did not prepare enough clean water beforehand and did not find a new water source, they would probably die of thirst in this vast desert and become a pile of bones covered by sand.

The wind blows, and ripples appear on the clear spring water, revealing a clear blue sea.

Wen Ranyan looked at the water bag submerged in the water and the rippling spring water. A smile appeared in her almond-shaped eyes, which became even deeper after a moment, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Sir, should we walk a few more miles, or stay here tonight?" When the subordinate returned from filling the water bag and handed the water bag to the envoy from the Western Regions, he could not help but ask a question.

The Western Region envoy tied the water bag around his waist, and when he suddenly raised his eyes, he smiled eerily: "According to the time, if Feng Qiwu wants to be a hero and save the beauty, he should come tonight."

"Pass the order down, set up a dragnet here immediately. Tonight I will make sure Feng Qiwu never returns, and his body will be destroyed."

The Western Regions envoy smiled fiercely, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The falcon hovering high in the sky seemed to have sensed such deep malice, and it let out a long cry. The sound was so vigorous and powerful that it seemed to break through the sky.

"Yes."

The subordinates shouted loudly.

Perhaps thinking that Feng Qiwu was about to die in their hands, everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

Feng Qiwu, the god of death, is a sharp thorn in the hearts of all the people in the Western Regions. If they can remove it tonight, they will surely be heroes when they return to the royal court. At that time, they will be granted titles of nobility, appointed as prime ministers, promoted to higher positions, and receive numerous rewards.

Another heat wave came, and the Western Region envoys could not stand the heat, so they left their subordinates and ran to the tent to cool off.

Perhaps because they were afraid that Wen Ranyan's delicate body would be dehydrated by the scorching sun, they threw her directly into the tent and temporarily placed her there.

This woman is used to restrain Feng Qiwu. Before he comes to die, nothing can happen to this woman. But if Feng Qiwu does not come to die, there is no need to keep this woman.

Wen Ranyan each had a tent, and she felt extremely comfortable sitting inside it. The ropes that bound her had been untied, and she casually applied some medicine to her red wrists.

The wound medicine was applied on the red, swollen and bleeding wrist, and it actually hurt a little.

Her expression didn't change at all, but her almond-shaped eyes looked a little scary.

Outside the tent, the subordinates of the Western Region envoy were setting traps and hidden weapons in the desert. Each trap was extremely vicious, and all of them were aimed at cutting Feng Qiwu into pieces.

The sun was scorching in the desert. After only half an hour, the men were already sweating profusely and their mouths were dry. They took off the water bags from their waists and drank them down gulply.

When their water bags were empty, they ran to the spring to fill them.

Drinking water is a very common thing, but when several subordinates walked to the clear spring, they suddenly felt a sharp pain in their abdomen. At first, it was a faint pain that could be endured or ignored.

I thought I had a stomach upset because I ate something wrong and it would go away after a rest.

But gradually, the slight pain turned into a colic, as if there were thousands of knives cutting, scraping and stabbing in the abdomen. The pain was so severe that the subordinates rubbed their stomachs, their backs arched, their steps became unsteady, and they almost fell into the water.

"What's wrong with you? Did you eat something wrong?"

"Since you ate the wrong thing, why don't you go to the side to relieve yourself so as not to delay our adults' business."

The other few subordinates who were fine just gave advice and did not notice anything wrong.

Those who were about to faint from the pain were about to respond, but suddenly they tasted a bloody taste in their throats. Their pupils shrank, and they were about to complain, but it was as if something was strangling their throats, and they couldn't utter a single word.

They covered their throats and sobbed in fear, cold sweat dripping down their cheeks, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown.

"Pfft-"

Before everyone could react, the subordinates who had stomachaches suddenly vomited blood, blood mist sprayed, and in an instant they fell to the ground with a bang, without a sound.

Dead, dead?

It only took half a cup of tea from stomachache to death.

There was not even any chance for treatment.

The remaining few subordinates who were free looked at each other, and they all saw panic and fear in each other's eyes. How could he suddenly vomit blood and die?

What is going on here?

Is it poisoned?

But they are the only team within a hundred miles, so where did the poison come from?

For a moment, a terrifying feeling that made their scalps numb surged into their hearts, and even their limbs and bones were filled with coldness. They stood there staring at the bodies of their companions, not knowing what to do.

Seeing them standing in groups beside the spring and lazing around, the Western Region envoy frowned and suddenly shouted angrily: "What are you doing standing there? Have you set up the traps?"

Hearing the angry sound, the subordinates were not afraid. Instead, they felt like they had met a savior. They turned sideways to report, but the fear in their eyes only increased.

"Sir, someone in our team died. It seems that he died of poisoning."

"Please come and take a look, it's really strange that so many brothers died suddenly."

"What poisoning?" The Western Region envoy was confused, but a sense of urgency still surged in his heart.

He hurriedly stood up and went outside the tent to investigate, but after taking a few steps, several subordinates in front of him vomited blood and fell to the ground and died. Everything happened too suddenly and did not give him any chance to react.

All forty-nine men vomited blood and died overnight. Their bodies lay across the desert, with blood flowing on the ground like a blooming red mandala.

No matter how confused the envoys from the Western Regions were, they knew that something was wrong.

The large army was destroyed in an instant. Could it be that Feng Qiwu did it?

The envoy from the Western Regions stood still, feeling a chill all over his body. Suddenly, a sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, came to his ears. He felt sad and looked back suddenly, his pupils shrinking.

In the vast desert, Wen Ranyan, whose hands and feet were tied, walked out of the tent slowly.

The light-colored dress fluttered in the wind and sand, with the light-colored pear blossoms embroidered on it, elegant and refined. She smiled gently and had an outstanding appearance. It should have been a poetic painting, but her eyes were as cold and chilling as poison, and the smile at the corner of her mouth looked even more enchanting and frightening under the sunlight.

"What a pity, there is only one person left. It will take some more effort." Wen Ranyan couldn't help feeling disappointed when she saw that the envoy from the Western Regions was still alive and well.

The Western Region envoy was shocked, with disbelief in his eyes, "Did you poison me?"

Her hands and feet had been tied the whole time, so when was the poison administered?

Wen Ranyan smiled and pointed to the water bag around his waist.

The Western Region envoy suddenly lowered his eyes. This water bag...she was poisoning it just by stroking the mouth of the water bag with her hand?

The poison in the mouth would spread in the water when water was poured in. Therefore, the clear spring in front of him was essentially poisonous water that could kill people. No wonder his subordinates died of the poison.

The envoy from the Western Regions was so angry that he gritted his teeth. This woman had been pretending the whole time and even he was fooled.

"Bitch, I'm going to kill you."

He shouted, raised his scimitar with hatred, and chopped it down fiercely at Wen Ranyan—