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

The scimitar in the hands of the Western Region envoy shone with a cold light under the sunlight, and was filled with a fierce and murderous aura.

Wen Ranyan narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling as beautifully as a flower, with a dark tone flowing in her voice: "Even though you say that, you have to have the ability to kill me."

At that moment, the scimitar swept across the strands of hair on her forehead, and with a sharp gust of wind, it struck straight at her face.

At the critical moment, the poisonous thread in Wen Ranyan's sleeve flew out into the air, and in an instant, it wrapped around the tip of the scimitar like a spirit snake.

There was a "clang" sound.

The two entangled with each other, and the crisp sound of weapons colliding echoed in the desert, as if a hole in the sky and earth was torn open, filled with murderous aura, and a solemn wind suddenly spread around.

The sand mist was blowing, Wen Ranyan held the poisonous silk in her hand, letting the wind and sand make her silk sleeves rustle. Her moves were light and nimble, and in just a few breaths she had resolved the fierce attack of the Western Region envoys.

Looking at the scimitar that was tightly entangled and unable to move, the Western Region envoy was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought this woman could only poison me, but unexpectedly, she was actually a good fighter.

How could Feng Qiwu be surrounded by so many extraordinary people?

How could she be so unfathomable even if she was a newly married lady?

Just as the Western Region envoy was stunned, the poisonous insect climbed along the poisonous thread and pounced into his eyes in an instant, bringing with it a terrifying feeling that was enough to make people tremble with fear.

The poisonous insect was extremely fast and pierced into his eyes in just a few breaths. The Western Region envoy was caught off guard and a terrible scream escaped from his mouth, lingering in the empty desert for a long time.

"Ahhh-"

his eyes.

When he looked again, his eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist.

Although he was not blind, what he saw was vague and no longer as clear as before. His lips opened slightly, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart, and his whole body was cold and trembling.

If Feng Qiwu is brutal and cruel, then the woman in front of him is cunning and mysterious.

Anyway, both of them are the same, both are crazy.

A cruel lunatic.

Without giving the Western Region envoy a chance to breathe, the poisonous thread in Wen Ranyan's hand suddenly turned like the cold moonlight, and the entangled scimitar was knocked to the ground by her. In just a moment, it was buried by the dust blown by the wind.

Without weapons, the envoys from the Western Regions were like lambs to be slaughtered.

The eyes of the Western Region envoy widened in horror. He subconsciously took a few steps back, but the poisonous thread flew into the air and wrapped directly around his neck, leaving him with no escape.

"Who are you exactly?"

The Western Region envoy frantically pulled at the poisonous thread around his neck, but the thread was so tough that it cut his finger in an instant, causing blood to flow out. The poison also spread throughout his body, making him feel weak all over.

His eyes suddenly turned red with anger. The insects were poisonous, and the silk thread was also poisonous...

They are not from Beilang at all, they are clearly from Miaojiang.

How did Feng Qiwu get involved with the Miao people?

Wen Ranyan twisted the other end of the poisonous thread, smiling charmingly, with a voice as gentle as spring water: "It doesn't matter who I am. Anyway, you are going to die."

The Western Region envoy's chest cracked. Just as he was about to say something, the poisonous thread on his neck suddenly tightened, leaving him no room to breathe.

At the same time, there was a "whoosh" sound in the air.

A sharp arrow shot from the sky, carrying with it a strong murderous aura. Even the blazing air on the sandbar was swept up by the ferocity.

At the moment when the Western Region envoy's head fell to the ground, the sharp arrow pierced his heart exactly, without any error.

Wen Ranyan was close to him, and when the sharp arrow came at her, a strong wind blew, but she seemed to have eyes and easily avoided her, going straight towards the envoy from the Western Regions.

This scene happened too quickly. When the corpse fell to the ground with a bang, Wen Ranyan looked back suddenly and saw a man in fluttering red clothes sitting on a horse.

Feng Qiwu came on horseback, the silver-moon bow in his hand had not been put away, still maintaining the posture of drawing the bow and shooting arrows. His sleeves fluttered, his picturesque brows were filled with solemnity, his back was straight, like a pine or a cypress, and he exuded an unrestrained and vigorous air.

Wen Ranyan curled her lips and teased, "You came quickly. The envoy said that you can only arrive in the evening."

She stood in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, looking at Feng Qiwu from afar.

The wind and sand rolled, and the figures of the two people danced on the sand, which was indescribably charming.

"I just managed to get here after two horses died." Feng Qiwu put away his bow and arrow, and when he met Wen Ranyan's eyes, the murderous look in his eyes quickly disappeared, leaving only a mischievous smile in his eyes: "If I had come a little slower, I wouldn't have been able to see the beautiful and heroic figure of Madam when she took action. Wouldn't that be a pity?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at the arrow feathers stuck on the corpse, raised her eyebrows and said, "But when you came, you almost snatched my head."

Feng Qiwu rolled off the horse swiftly, her thin lips curled slightly: "It was not intentional, it was just a subconscious reaction."

Wen Ranyan slowly retracted the poisonous thread, with a smile in her eyes, but said nothing.

At that time, the vultures circling in the sky smelled the blood and swooped down suddenly to peck at the flesh and blood of the corpse. The bloody and terrifying feeling was overwhelming for a moment, but the two of them seemed to be used to big storms and waves, and they didn't even frown.

Feng Qiwu waved his sleeves and walked towards her across the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Wen Ranyan's lips moved, as if she wanted to remind him of something, but in the end, she didn't say it, as if she did it on purpose.

Feng Qiwu had just taken a step forward when a huge net came over him like an overwhelming force, carrying him through the air.

His eyes were as cold as frost, and he drew the long sword from his waist, chopping the huge net into pieces.

But just as the giant net broke, the sand waves on the ground surged, and thousands of silver needles pierced towards Feng Qiwu like fine spring rain.

The silver needles gathered together under the light, emitting a ray of icy light that captivated the soul.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were as cold as ice, and as he waved his sleeves, his long sword was like a rainbow, and his aura was powerful. The sound of the arrow emitted by the long sword seemed to reach the sky, sharp and deep.

Wen Ranyan lazily sat beside the spring, supported by one hand, tilted her head to look at him and said in a leisurely voice: "I wanted to say that the people from the Western Regions had set up a net to catch you, but you walked too fast, and I didn't have time to say it."

After she finished speaking, a hint of mischief spread across her brows, and she raised her eyebrows, looking completely deliberate.

Through the overwhelming silver needles, Feng Qiwu's eyes were fixed on her, but he was not angry at all. Instead, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and even a hint of excitement surged in his heart.

In less than a cup of tea, all the silver needles were cut off, and everything has been peaceful since then.

Wen Ranyan looked at the mess on the ground and said lightly, "They praised this net so highly, but now it seems to be made of paper and is useless."

Feng Qiwu walked up to her, a smile on his lips, his eyes as deep as an ancient well: "So, you deliberately let me try these Tianluo traps?"

Wen Ranyan raised her head, her almond eyes were like spring water with mist, sparkling and innocent: "Didn't I just say that you walked too fast and I forgot to tell you, it wasn't intentional, am I that kind of person?"