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The life of a traveler who has not experienced the assassination incident is incomplete - this is the summary of Song Huanhuan's experience when she was forced to read various novels by the dignified girl.

But now, when Song Huanhuan was bumped and nearly vomited out of his stomach while holding the car along the edge of the car, he no longer had the strength to think about whether his life was complete or not...

The time goes back to 10 minute ago.

Murong Ang stuffed Song Huanhuan into the carriage and went out.

Song Huanhuan obediently covered her mouth, wrapped a quilt around her body, and lay still in the corner of the carriage and began to load mushrooms.

There was endless sound of swords and swords outside, Song Huanhuan listened carefully with his ears pricked up.

After a while, the sound of swords and swords stopped, and the faint sound of people talking could be heard. Song Huanhuan put her ear on the horse, trying hard to hear some gossip about love and hatred.

Maybe it was because they were too far apart, Song Huanhuan didn't quite understand a word, but he was so curious that he pissed himself off for a long time before he lifted the curtain on the window, revealing a small hole, and looked out cautiously .

I saw Murong Ang surrounded by guards who came out of nowhere to protect him, and opposite him was a group of dedicated assassins wearing black clothes and masks.

Song Huanhuan narrowed his eyes and began to analyze the situation in front of him. First of all, judging from what Mr. Mu said before, no one would know that Murong Ang was with them, that is to say, no one would know that Murong Ang would pass by here, except Mr. Mu; secondly, According to common sense, the assassination is usually at night, and it is a quick decision, but now that they are talking, it means that Murong Ang knows who the assassin is...

Conclusion: There is a traitor, and the murderer is an acquaintance!

Just as Song Huanhuan was guessing wildly, the two groups of people finally fought again as he wished.

Song Huanhuan shrank his neck in fear. Although he was curious, as a young man who had lived in peace for more than 20 years, he was still afraid when faced with blood.

but……

Song Huanhuan looked at Murong Ang who was standing leisurely by the side, and then looked at the guards and assassins who were fighting all kinds of tragedies in group fights, and was deeply embarrassed: "Damn, why are you pretending to be cool and handsome at this time, hurry up It’s the right way to go after the fight..."

As if hearing Song Huanhuan's complaints, Murong Ang suddenly turned his head and met his eyes.

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and saw Murong Ang suddenly jumping up at the corner of his mouth, smiling very...strangely...

broken!

Song Huanhuan's brain suddenly short-circuited, and only these two words started to play in a loop.

Facts proved that Song Huanhuan was very prescient, an assassin followed Murong Ang's line of sight to look at the carriage, then naturally saw Song Huanhuan, and then killed him.

Lying trough trough trough——

Song Huanhuan watched the man rushing towards him with a ferocious face, and prayed in his heart that that bastard Murong Ang had better realize his conscience and come to rescue him now, otherwise he would never let that bastard go! ! !

It's not that Song Huanhuan doesn't want to escape, but that he can't escape at all now - when facing a real sword, his legs are weak due to lack of ambition.

Perhaps Song Huanhuan's resentment was too strong, before the man's sword hit the carriage, Murong Ang made a move.

Song Huanhuan watched helplessly as the sharp sword with a cold light flashed one centimeter away from her eyes, her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out in the next second.

"Bastard..." Song Huanhuan choked out two words, completely paralyzed.

The assassin's sword failed, and he didn't stop. Instead, he turned around and stabbed back, chipping off the wooden decoration on the corner of the carriage.

Murong Ang fought the assassin, and seemed to be able to handle it with ease, Song Huanhuan just let go of the heart in his throat, and the tragedy struck again.

Murong Ang waved his hand, and a stone hit the horse's buttocks. Before Song Huanhuan could react, the horse hissed and rushed forward.

"Your sister's Murong Ang, my greetings to your whole family—"

Song Huanhuan's shrill voice resounded through the forest, startling countless birds.

Look back to the present.

Song Huanhuan felt that his buttocks had turned into eight petals. Now he can't rely on others except for self-help. Besides, people who always rely on others will be in trouble!

I hope there is no cliff ahead, otherwise it would be too bloody...

Song Huanhuan finally cheered herself up, and then crawled out bit by bit-as long as she touched the rein, she could always stop!

Facts have proved that even if Song Huanhuan touched the reins, he still couldn't stop the carriage.

"Woo-oh--"

The horse ran faster.

Song Huanhuan: "..." Could it be that what he just said was... driving?

The life you travel through is incomplete if you haven't experienced jumping off a cliff.

Therefore, when Song Huanhuan saw the cliff in front of him, his heart suddenly turned cold.

Although most of the martial arts secrets left by martial arts masters are found under the cliff, considering her special attributes, Song Huanhuan will definitely not have such a big surprise, but she can have a shock, or she might wear it back with a kick. up...

Bah, bah, bah, now is not the time to think about this, running for your life is the kingly way.

Song Huanhuan looked at the cliff that was getting closer and closer, and wondered how likely she was to survive if she jumped off the carriage now...

Song Huanhuan was thinking one, two, three in her heart, closed her eyes and was about to jump down.

"Is this preparing to die for love?"

Song Huanhuan, who took one foot, was held in his arms, and a familiar but annoying voice sounded in his ears.

"Call-"

The horse stopped obediently.

Song Huanhuan: "..." So he must be right!

Opening his eyes, he saw a handsome big face, and the owner of the big face said: "But it's a pity, I didn't die, and you don't have to die for love."

"...Your sister who died for love..." Song Huanhuan, who was overly frightened, could only choke out a few words, and then passed out in a hopeless state.

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When Song Huanhuan finally woke up, or woke up from hunger, the first thing she saw was the familiar car roof.

When on earth would he be able to get rid of this nasty carriage? !

"Are you awake? Wake up and serve."

Song Huanhuan sat up helplessly, only to realize that there were candles burning in the carriage.

"It's dark?" Song Huanhuan was a little surprised, he's been in a coma for so long?

Murong Ang's face was cold and he didn't answer, which made Song Huanhuan have to wonder if the sullen Murong Ang he saw before he passed out was actually the paralyzed Murong Ang?

Murong Ang closed his eyes, and said: "There are snacks on the table, eat it if you are hungry." Regardless of the tone or attitude, they were all bad.

Song Huanhuan had a rare hard time: "I'm not hungry..."

"Gulu Gulu..." The stomach rumbled.

Murong Ang opened his eyes and looked at Song Huanhuan with a half-smile. The latter touched his nose and added two words: "It's strange..."

Song Huanhuan was really hungry. The whole plate of snacks on the table was in his stomach, which was not enough. Finally, he poured another pot of tea to feel full.

Seeing that he was full, Murong Ang said slowly: "You young servant has a better life than my master. Not only is it useless at all, but it also causes trouble. How do you think I should punish you?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, then pouted, I didn't ask you to take me out... Of course, I dared to bury these words in my stomach and dare not say them out.

"Are you speaking ill of me?"

Song Huanhuan hurriedly shook her head: "I dare not."

Murong Ang sneered: "Why don't you dare? Don't you scold bastards very easily?"

Song Huanhuan felt a little cold.

Murong Ang leaned over, lifted Song Huanhuan's chin forcefully and said, "Say, should I cut off your tongue?"

Song Huanhuan was cold all over, why did this person suddenly become so scary?

"Are you scared?" Murong Ang patted Song Huanhuan's pale face, and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, I'm just joking, your mouth is quite pleasing."

But Song Huanhuan understood that when Murong Ang said that he wanted to cut his tongue, he was not just joking, maybe at some point, this sentence would become true.

The situation was a little critical, Song Huanhuan said with a pale face and tongue stiffened: "Master Seventh, please spare me, I dare not say anything again..."

"Really?" Murong Ang touched Song Huanhuan's earlobe inexplicably, and sat back down again.

Song Huanhuan knelt and sat there stiffly, not daring to move.

He suddenly understood one thing. He still has no sense of belonging to the era he lives in, and it must not be feasible to always live here with his modern set of ideas.

These words of Murong Ang seemed to him a threat, but in this era, this is a normal punishment, that's how a master punishes a servant.

It has to be said that Murong Ang's words made Song Huanhuan suddenly understand a lot of situations, and he should be immersed in this era.

However, if he really lived like that, life would be too depressing... Song Huanhuan carefully changed his posture and sighed silently.

For a while, both of them fell silent. Originally, Song Huanhuan wanted to ask about the assassin, but now that no one was injured anyway, he didn't dare to ask any more.

After pouring a cup of tea and putting it in front of Murong Ang, Song Huanhuan retreated into the corner, wrapped her hands around her knees, and continued to be a mushroom.

It was quiet outside, Song Huanhuan opened the curtains and looked out, only the coachman was adding firewood to the fire, and the guards were gone.

It is said that people who practice martial arts can sense the breath of others, that is to say, even if those people are hiding nearby, he doesn't know. Song Huanhuan once again sighed for his uselessness. Murong Ang was right, he is indeed a A dragging burden.

But Song Huanhuan thought about it again, he is just a small person who doesn't know martial arts, so it's normal not to be able to find others, and it's normal to be slow...

I have to say that Song Huanhuan is very good at self-comfort.

Just thinking wildly like this, Song Huanhuan quickly fell asleep.

Maybe it was because of too many shocks today, Song Huanhuan snored loudly.

Murong Ang opened his eyes and looked at him helplessly.

"Master." The coachman called out in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Do you want to wake him up?" He could hear the loud snoring from so far away, the leader who was also in the carriage would definitely be too noisy to fall asleep.

Murong Ang said lightly: "No need."

"Yes." The coachman withdrew helplessly.

Song Huanhuan, who was sleeping, had no idea that he was being missed by the leader's support group represented by the coachman.

Except for Song Huanhuan, everyone else had a sleepless night.

The next day when Song Huanhuan got up, it was daylight, and after serving Murong Ang to wash up, and eating some dry food, the three of them continued on their way.

The rest of the road was relatively peaceful. Three days later, Murong Ang and the others finally arrived at Heishui City.

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