Changfeng has a place to return

Feng Xiaojin brought Kuyou to a dark cave, the entrance was remote, and after the mechanism was closed, even a disciple of Baifujiao digging the ground inch by inch with a lens, could hardly detect any abnormalities.Listening to the chaotic footsteps above her head, Kuyou said, "For Miss Yunle, there is no safer place than the Dayan military camp. For her, this is the real danger."

"Da Yan's law will kill her."

"Those men kneeling in front of her will also kill her, and they will kill her in the most filthy and cruel way in the world. That is the real tragedy." Kuyou looked at the silence and darkness in front of her, "She can't do it forever Sitting cleanly on a high platform, acting as a beautiful mute sculpture, Mr. Feng should know this better than me. People's desires will continue to expand, and cult believers are no exception. If you get one, you want to have two. No matter what time and place, as long as Mu Zhe wants to win people's hearts, she may be sacrificed at any time."

Feng Xiaojin suppressed her anger: "But she is poisonous, if there is no antidote, she will definitely die!"

"So Mr. Feng might as well join hands with me as soon as possible, and open up this den of thieves before the poison is released. Now that it is impossible for Miss Yun Le to be sent back, the only way to survive is to pry open Mu Zhe's mouth as soon as possible. "

"What do you want, a map of the dense forest, a hiding place of gold, or the eyeliner that Bai Fujiao spreads everywhere?"

Kuyou replied: "I want them all."

Feng Xiaojin turned to look at him, and a slight wind was blown up by the hem of her clothes.

Kuyou sat without moving, because he felt that his request was very reasonable. To fight a war, you need a map, and to cut grass, you have to get rid of the roots. As for gold, it is the property of the people of Dayan, so it must be taken back.Although the prince also has people from the Yinyue tribe of the machete to help him outside, but there are not too many helpers.What's more, Feng Xiaojin's own kung fu is extremely high, even if he can't win him over ten thousand steps back, at least he can't let this person stand on the side of Bai Fujiao when the two sides fight.

After a long time, Feng Xiaojin said: "Okay."

……

The disappearance of the saintess was as shocking as the collapse of the heaven and earth to the congregants of the Baifu sect.Although Mu Zhe ordered to block the news, but the news is the most difficult thing in the world to block. In just one afternoon, the whole dense forest was in panic, and everyone was saying that Kuyou had taken the saint.

Later, the rumors became a little erotic. After all, many people have noticed the saint's obsession with Kuyou. Now that the two of them have disappeared one after another, there are really too many details to conjecture.The disciples who went to chase them all returned empty-handed. Wumeng Yunyou lay on the bed, listening to the noise outside the window, frowning and asking, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." The witch doctor said, "It's just rehearsing in advance for the Yan army's invasion in the future."

Wu Mengyun leaned back on the soft pillow, stretched out his hands and groped for the wound on his waist.Liu Hengchang came in with a tray of medicine. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Yunyou, don't touch it."

"What kind of poison is on Liang Shu's sword?" Wumeng Yunyou was dissatisfied, but instead pressed it hard, gasping for air in pain, "Such a small wound has been repeated, so it will really take a year or so."

This was not the first time he lost his temper, and Liu Hengchang persuaded him as usual, and continued to clean up the pus and blood from his wound.Wumeng Yunyou breathed out, lay flat on his back, felt bored after lying down for a while, and asked again: "Hey, why hasn't my little uncle come to see me today? Is he going to see Ale off?"

Liu Hengchang was taken aback for a moment, surprised that he didn't know what was going on outside, and was about to speak, but the witch doctor beside him gave him a sharp look, and said first: "Yes, Mr. Yunyou, don't worry, the recent incident with Dayan The army is eyeing the saint, so Mr. Feng will protect her along the way."

Wumeng Yunyou replied without any suspicion. There was a witch doctor around, so Liu Hengchang couldn't say much. After treating the wound, he bowed and left. He wanted to go back to the room, but was stopped by two other witch doctors. The other party coldly ordered: "Doctor Liu, we will heal Mr. Yunyou's injuries in the future, and you don't need to intervene."

"Can--"

"The medicine fields in the west need to be taken care of, and there are not enough manpower, so I will trouble Dr. Liu more in the past few days." The witch doctor said, and waved for two disciples, and went back to the room with him to pack the clothes.Liu Hengchang was dissatisfied on the face and dared not speak, but he quickly thought in his heart that in the current situation, he should not have exposed his identity as an undercover agent, otherwise he would not have just been sent to a remote flower field. Fu Feng Xiaojin, so attack the people around him first.

The disciple didn't leave too much time for Liu Hengchang, only seeing that he had packed two pieces of clothes, he urged him to leave quickly.

When Feng Xiaojin came back, his residence was empty, only Mu Zhe was standing in the courtyard.Hearing footsteps, Mu Zhe turned around and said, "I thought you were going to find Ale."

Feng Xiaojin's eyes hidden under the mask were indifferent: "Can I go?"

"You can't." Mu Zhe stepped forward and covered his mask with his palms, "This is obviously a trap set by Yan Jun, and I will never allow you to be in any danger, so it's best to put away all the wrong things as soon as possible. I have an idea."

"Without the leader's antidote, I can't even get out of this deep forest, so why bother whether I have the intention to save people." Feng Xiaojin stood where she was, with no emotion in her tone, "I'm tired."

"Okay." Mu Zhe put down a porcelain bottle on the table, "This is the antidote for three days, take a good rest. There is one more thing, Yun You didn't know that A Le had disappeared, he was injured right now, I mean , it’s better to be less irritated, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll have to quarrel again with the embroidered spider lady to sew up the wound, and then rush out to find someone.”

Feng Xiaojin said: "I thought you would immediately instigate him to work hard."

Mu Zhe smiled: "But if you think about it, you won't agree. If you don't agree, I will consider letting him go."

He turned around and walked out: "So for Yunyou, Ah Feng, you'd better behave like your mother."

Feng Xiaojin closed her eyes slightly, reached out to pick up the antidote on the table, and turned back to the room.

A piece of red clothes fluttered down the courtyard wall, and quickly followed behind Mu Zhe.The Nanyang woman giggled and said: "It turns out that the Master Mu is still a person who cares about the fragrance and cherishes the jade, so he is willing to raise this peerless master for nothing and not let him work for the Holy Cult. It is a pity. From my point of view, maybe that Mr. Feng can have the ability Get the saint back."

"That's not necessary, he doesn't need to do anything." Mu Zhe said, "Just stay by my side."

He has lost the first time, and will never lose the second time.Recently, I don’t know if it’s because he’s getting older, or because he’s excited about going straight to the king’s city, so he wants to be with his young lover all the time. In short, he can’t accept any possibility of losing the face under the mask, even if The price is to sacrifice the saint who has worked hard for several years.

"Let's make a price," Mu Zhe said.

The Nanyang woman covered her mouth and laughed again: "Then I have to do my calculations, and I must not be less than my island owner."

While speaking, the tone of Wumengyunle was already used.

In the Valley of Ten Faces, Liu Xian'an asked, "How is she today?"

"It's not good." Liu Xianche said, "She doesn't even know that she is poisoned, so she still refuses to take my medicine."

"But her nails have turned black."

"She just doesn't think black nails are pretty enough."

Liu Xian'an sighed: "Life and death are fate."

There are three thousand ways in his mind, and it is reasonable to say that he can pull out a big truth anytime and anywhere, but this time he has no idea how to speak, or to be more precise, he knows how to speak, but he wants to use a It's not easy to break and shape people's inherent three views, and for a while, I can't think of where to start.

For the first time Liu Xianche did not scold his younger brother not to be lazy, there are really too many things to be busy in the army right now, and each of them is more important than talking with Wumeng Yunle.He asked, "How is the other end, Ah Yuan?"

"My lord has already sent three groups of people to protect her, as well as the imperial guards. Don't worry about safety." Liu Xian'an said, "And I think she should be having a good time, otherwise she wouldn't even be able to remember to send a letter to her." We write."

It was the first time in Liu Xianche's life that he heard a hint of his brother's concern and complaints from his tone, which was fresh and interesting for a while, so he reached out and patted his brother on the shoulder, inviting him, "Come to play a game of chess with elder brother tonight. "

Liu Xian'an waved his hand and refused: "But I still have something to do."

"What's the matter?"

"I want to sleep for a while."

Liu Xianche: "..."

Feeling his brother's sudden depression, Liu Xian'an unconsciously stood up straight, so he could do the next set.

The chessboard was brought by Liu Xianche, and it was his favorite way to relax on weekdays.The servant quickly made fragrant tea for the two young masters, lit the incense, and brought a few pots of flowers from somewhere, trying to decorate an elegant and quiet flower shade in this iron-blooded camp.

The atmosphere is spot on.

But Ergong Liu's way of playing chess is not in place, he doesn't need to think much, often Liu Xianche concentrates for a long time, and gently drops a piece, and then there will be a "pop" on the chessboard, and different colors will be dropped. Another son, the technique is urgent, as if he is in a hurry to go to someone's house for dinner, or he seems to rush to the latrine.

At first, Liu Xianche thought that he was messing around again, so he hurriedly finished the game so that he could end it quickly, so he intentionally pressed the time and slowly tempered his temper, but in the end, he lost a big dragon and was completely defeated when he lost.

The boy standing on both sides: "Huh?"

Liu Xian'an said: "I won."

Liu Xianche remained expressionless: "One more round."

Liu Xian'an's smile froze, he thought for a while, and asked, "Is it because I can't leave until the big brother wins the next game? If so, then the next game can be played faster."

Liu Xianche: "..."

In the end, the Second Young Master Liu still ran away, without getting a ruler.Liang Shu was leaning against a tall tree outside to enjoy the wind, when he caught a glimpse of his sweetheart's sloppy footsteps from the corner of his eye, he jumped down, stretched out his arms, took him into his arms accurately, and asked curiously: "I heard you I was playing chess, and I was thinking of waiting here for a while, but why did I rush out instead?"

"Because it's over."

"Win or lose?"

"I won, so I have to run quickly, otherwise my brother will drag me to continue, he plays chess very slowly."

And the lazy guy didn't want to continue anymore, he was tired, and he was uncomfortable sitting.After returning to the residence, I lay down on the bed and pointed at myself. This place was sour, and there was also soreness.

Liang Shu washed his hands and pressed them inch by inch: "It's all right if your waist is sore and your legs are sore, why are your fingers sore?"

"You want to take the pawns." It's very reasonable.

Liang Shu nodded: "It makes sense."

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