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The fire took advantage of the wind and burned more vigorously, with vague signs of spreading.

"Pull out the other vehicles quickly!"

"Pull down the unburned seeds and save them, and you can save as much as you can!"

Zhou Jingxian made a quick decision and led the way down three sacks pressed down at the bottom.

She looked at the cart of tobacco seeds burning wildly in the wind with heartache, and regretted it.

When she knew that Zhou An was going to kill Mr. Ning, she deposed Zhou An and forced Zhou An back to Beijing.

In this way, this car of tobacco seeds will not be lost, nor will it cause Mr. Ning to be shot by an arrow!

"Princess Xian, stand farther away. The rest can't be saved. Give up."

Ning Feng's eyes were red when he saw the tobacco seeds swallowed by the flames, and he quickly stopped Zhou Jingxian, who was still trying to come forward to rescue the tobacco seeds.

But now that things have come to this point, regret is useless.

Ning Weiguo and Jiang Yan stood on the spot, staring at the flames dancing with the wind, only one thought in their hearts.

What should be burned is not this car of tobacco seeds, but the people who destroyed this car of tobacco seeds!

"I'm going to ask the living mastermind why he ordered the killer to rob these tobacco seeds?"

Yu Zhengrong took heavy steps and headed towards the sea of ​​fire against the wind.

In an instant.

A burst of ashes blew up the wind, which made Yu Zhengrong's eyes fascinated until he opened them again.

The sea of ​​fire in the rice fields was actually spreading, and several officers and soldiers who had cleaned the battlefield and dragged the killer's body into it.

Yu Zhengrong was startled: "Damn, the wind was not so strong just now, and the oil on the arrow was almost burning. Why did it suddenly get such a big fire?"

Ning Weiguo and Jiang Yan have never seen this situation before.

However, Ning Feng flashed through his mind the scenes on the battlefield and explained in a deep voice: "It was the oil refined from the corpse that fueled the fire. Coupled with the burning rice fields, this large area became hot and the heat was coming to the point of

The rice fields around it spread, and it is certainly fast to dry the dried rice that is waiting to be harvested."

Crack!

Crack!

The sound of rice cracking, accompanied by Ning Feng's words, shocked everyone.

"What are you waiting for? Go and put out the fire quickly. You can get an extra pound of food by carrying an extra bucket of water."

Yu Zhengrong decisively gave up and went to check out the only surviving matter.

Ning Weiguo raised the long knife in his hand, rushed towards the unburned rice fields, and cut out an isolation belt.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan understood it and turned into a sickle and swung it towards the rice fields.

Seeing that Zhou Jingxian calmed down, Zheng Donglin rushed over. After pointing at Zheng Donglin, he also joined the team to create isolation belts.

Zhou Jingxian stared at the cart of tobacco seeds that were licked by the flames, gritted her teeth and murmured in a low voice: "Why wasn't he the one who burned to death?"

Zheng Donglin poured the water from the bucket onto the flames on the ground, put it out, and asked Zhou Jingxian, who trembled at his lips but couldn't hear clearly, "Princess, what instructions do you have?"

"No, there are signs of rekindling in the fire in the rice fields. I'll go and help Mr. Ning, you'll keep an eye on the situation here."

Zhou Jingxian turned around and left with murderous intent.

When Zheng Donglin saw her face, he couldn't help but feel shocked and muttered in a low voice: "Is the princess going to save the sacrificial mouth or to silence the mouth?"

In the rice fields.

Ning Wuyang finally walked to Zhou An slowly.

At this time, Yu Zhengrong's deputy quickly stepped forward and blocked between the two.

"Mr. Ning, be careful, I'll check first if he has weapons."

"good."

Ning Wuyang glanced at Zhou An, who was covered in blood and dust, and was not recognized by an old acquaintance, so he was not in a hurry at all.

At this time, Zhou An saw that the visitor was Ning Wuyang, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he opened his mouth to say something to the deputy who was pulling his clothes, but opened his mouth but could only spit out a blister.

"Ah...ah..."

"Don't worry, I'll save you after the inspection."

Ning Wuyang patiently comforted Zhou An.

When the deputy confirmed that Zhou An had no weapons hidden, he nodded to Ning Wuyang and took a step back.

Ning Wuyang then squatted in front of Zhou An, reached out and flicked the feather arrow inserted into Zhou An's lungs.

Buzz...

The arrow shaft trembled and a few drops of liquid dripped.

But because the clothes below had been soaked with blood, and the sight was not good at night, except for Ning Wuyang, even the person involved, Zhou An, was only so painful that he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist. He did not notice it at all

.

The feathers of the feathers were actually covered with deadly fuel.

"From the scale and speed of his blood spray, he hurt his lungs. If he pulls the arrow, he will probably die. But if he doesn't pull the arrow, the arrow hit the perfume bottle, which is a bit dirty. Wait until the dirt flows through the blood all over his body

, He will definitely die."

Ning Wuyang seriously analyzed the pros and cons and asked Zhou An with a smile.

"Did you bet on a bet and get lucky to survive, or wait for death?"

Is it necessary to bet at this time?

Zhou An faced Ning Wuyang, who was relaxed and satisfied and was in a mood to tease him, wishing that this arrow would be shot on Ning Wuyang, allowing Ning Wuyang to experience this feeling of being on the verge of death.

But the more this time, the calmer he calmed down.

Thinking of the guard who was protecting himself with his life that he had said that he could not draw an arrow, he held the arrow shaft with his hand and shook his head with all his strength.

Can't pull it out!

He couldn't let Ning Wuyang, a quack doctor, kill him!

"It seems that you have decided to wait a little longer, so I will help you stand up first and send you to Princess Xian."

Ning Wuyang seemed to be acting step by step.

The expression of no resentment or hatred on his face made Zhou An feel excited.

Could it be that the blood and dust on his face were too thick, or that he was too embarrassed now, so Ning Wuyang couldn't recognize him, just think that he was an ordinary killer and tried his best to leave a living to interrogate him?

If this is the case, he will be able to save his life.

But since he had experienced royal struggles since childhood, he was used to seeing others in person and behind his back. How could he easily believe Ning Wuyang pretending at this time?

Ning Wuyang must have wanted to find an opportunity. While helping him walk, he secretly poked himself to death with an arrow.

He will never give Ning Wuyang this opportunity!

"Oh, by the way, the arrow shaft is too long. If you accidentally fall down while helping him walk and poke half an inch in, he will die on the spot. I'd better cut the arrow shaft first.

Let's break it."

Ning Wuyang's careful approach made his deputy admire him.

The deputy glanced at Ning Wuyang's left arm that was inconvenient to mobility and thought to himself: This is really a reward for his kindness.

therefore.

When Ning Wuyang moved to the direction where his deputy was standing, and threw out the dagger from his sleeve in front of his deputy, he also brought something else out.

The deputy didn't care at all.

"Yun Fei, it seems that it is on fire again on the way here. You go and put it on."

"good."

Although Yun Fei was worried that the young master would be injured by Zhou An, since the young master had an order, it means that the young master was confident.

Yun Fei turned around and rushed towards a cluster of rekindled flames beside his deputy, and stepped hard.

The rice seedlings that were exposed to the air suddenly burst into a more dazzling flame.

The deputy's eyes were flashed by the fire.

Just then.

Ning Wuyang opened the fire fold stuffed under Zhou An's clothes.

"Um..."

Feeling the heat, Zhou An struggled violently and glared at Ning Wuyang's side face, who was not sure what to do.

But he saw that Ning Wuyang, who had just shown his strength to save him, had a cold killer on his lips, and the dagger in his hand was facing his arrow wound, and he raised it high.

Zhou An was extremely frightened.

Ning Wuxiao!
Chapter completed!