Chapter 374 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 69
Wan Fan stood on the slope, covered by trees and gaps in the leaves, and saw Zhenren talking to others.
This man was wearing a black cloak, and no one could be seen. The sword at his waist could not be concealed under the cloak.
There are twelve similar men in black around.
This is Wanqi’s mausoleum.
A hole was dug in the mausoleum.
What to discuss?
When melons and plums fall under the fields, we have to guard against them.
Wan Fan opened his bow and aimed at Zhenren. When the arrow fell, Zhenren fell to the ground.
The man in black immediately rode on horseback and galloped away. The soldiers in ambush around him began to draw arrows and aimed at the man in black.
The leading man in black drew his sword and blocked the flying arrows without any damage.
The soldiers who were in ambush rushed out and surrounded them. The man in black drew his sword and greeted them, but it seemed that his posture could not stop them.
Wan Fan looked at the opponent's moves and became familiar with them. Once he had an idea, he looked at his body shape and used his hands, and he could match them one by one.
Wan Fan rushed out, mounted his fast horse and prepared to respond.
The opponent noticed, his moves became faster, and he quickly fled the scene. In the rush, he was shot in the calf.
Wan Fan knew it was not appropriate to pursue him, so he stopped and looked at the man in black on the ground.
All twelve men in black died of anger. After taking off their clothes, they found that they all seemed to have the same face.
Wan Fan looked carefully at his face and found that there were traces of corrosion on the bones on both sides of his cheeks. In all likelihood, he had used some secret trick with side effects to ruin his facial features.
Wan Fan walked towards Zhen Ren, who opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ground, without breathing.
The soldiers took care of the scene and left. They heard the sound of horse hooves halfway.
Fuchen rushed over on a high horse with several black snakes coiled around his body.
Wan Fan stopped his horse and looked at Fu Chen.
Fuchen dismounted and chased Wanchang and asked, "Where is my master? Where is my master!" A roar exploded in the forest.
Wan Chao was speechless.
Fuchen stared at him straightly, with a bow and arrow in his eyes, his chin trembled twice, and he turned back stiffly.
There were rustling sounds on both sides of the mountain road, the grass was swaying, and there was some kind of sound.
"Where is the body?" Fuchen's voice was hoarse.
Wan Fan sat on the high horse, staring ahead, "Preparing for the succession ceremony of the great wizard."
"I ask you, where is the body!" Fuchen roared with hot tears in his eyes.
His perfunctoryness is disappointing.
Wan Fan lowered his head and stared at Fu Chen, "You said you would keep an eye on him, that's why I kept him. He has already dug up the tomb, knows what's inside, and told your lover Wan Chen."
"Lover?" Fuchen was ridiculous, with tears streaming down his face, staring at Wan Yan in disbelief, "You said Wan Chen is my lover? He is just like you, and he has a hard life. My brother has fought with him several times, but he has not always let him run away.
Are you right? Now you blame me for not killing him immediately, and accuse him of having an affair with me?"
His throat was choked and uncomfortable, and tears were stuck in his eyes. Fuchen's hands were trembling, and it was difficult to speak. He pointed to the front of the road, "My master, where is my master?" The words were stuck in his chest and rolled in his throat before he spoke with sobs.
Wanchang was silent.
Fuchen shook his legs, tears streaming down his face, and begged in a low voice, "Where is my master?"
"I don't care about Wan Chen, I just want to know where is my master?"
When he didn't get a response, he burst out emotionally and yelled, "Where's my master!"
Snakes and insects coiled down on both sides of the mountain road, they were densely packed, entangled under the horses, holding their heads high, hissing continuously, showing aggression.
Wanchang whispered, "Burn it."
The string in my mind is broken.
Fuchen staggered back, not daring to face him. He lowered his head and cried uncontrollably.
"I have always, always hoped that you could spare his life for my sake." Dust filled his face.
He raised his head and looked at Wan Fan with tearful eyes, "He knows that you hate him, and he has been acquiescing to me looking for you and your strength all these years. Why can't you let him go?"
"If I hadn't gone behind his back and planned a wonderful funeral with you, he wouldn't have been disappointed in me! He wouldn't have abandoned me!"
Fuchen sobbed, "He treats me like a son."
Snakes and insects crawled along the horses. The horses were frightened and threw off the soldiers on their backs. The soldiers were frightened and attacked the snakes.
Fuchen looked at all this indifferently, turned around stiffly, and walked into the forest.
"Fuchen!" Wan Fan shouted. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the horse was attacked by all the snakes.
Wan Fan jumped off his horse and wanted to step forward, but was surrounded by poisonous snakes and forced to retreat.
The floating dust entered the mountains and forests and walked to the roaring river.
Moonset over lake water.
Fuchen sat by the lake, looking up at the bright moon hanging alone in the dark night, feeling cold.
When you enter a world, there is never just one connection.
Love, family affection, friendship... will all happen.
She just stubbornly prioritizes her interests.
She is also a murderer.
Fuchen sat lonely by the lake.
After staying in the mountains for more than half a month, Fuchen finally walked out of the mountains and returned to the city.
The ancient city is still bustling.
Fuchen was walking on the road, and after being hit, he stuffed a jade pendant in his hand.
Chen.
Fuchen raised his hand and threw it.
He went to the witch tribe like a zombie. As soon as he entered, the witch warned, "Sir, the king has an order to have you rush over as soon as he sees you."
"Waiting." Fuchen didn't care.
The witch added, "The king is ill."
Fuchen raised his head and looked at the witch.
"I don't know the specific situation. I just say that you should go there as soon as possible."
The floating dust was strange, so he rode on horseback and rushed to the palace without even changing his clothes.
Everyone in the palace bowed their heads and seemed much more cautious than before.
There was no trace of the beauty in the courtyard.
Fuchen rushed to the palace and ran over.
This time, Wan Fan stood at the door waiting for him.
In my memory, when I was 2 years old, I had a tantrum with Wan Fan and left the Leng Palace. Wan Fan was always waiting at the door of the Leng Palace.
Seeing that the other person's eyes were red, his face was gloomy, and he had a beard, he probably knew what was going on.
Fuchen ran over, rushed in front of Wanchang, and subconsciously asked softly, "Can't sleep?"
Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen, took a deep breath, bent over, and rested his head on her shoulder.
Very heavy.
You can feel Wanchang's heavy breathing.
Insomnia and lack of sleep are problems that Wan Fan has always had. Every time he kills someone, he gets sick easily.
Thinking of this, Fu Chen doesn't feel sad. He knew that he couldn't sleep after killing, but he still killed.
Fuchen thought that Wan Nang's problems had already been cured in the past four years without being around him.
It turns out it has always been there.
After thinking about it in the dust, I probably understood that he was a pure person.
Regardless of whether Wan Fan believes it or not, everyone is in awe of the witch clan and he displays witchcraft from time to time. Wan Fan is also subconsciously afraid of Zhen people.
So I got sick at this time.
Fuchen dragged Wan Fan's body into the house and said, "Brother, go to bed. I'll stay here and sing a requiem."
Wan Fan dragged his body and lay on the bed, Fu Chen sat beside the bed, patted the quilt gently, and sang softly, "The spirit returns and brings the soul into the body..."
A long melody was chanted lowly between the beds.
He cannot let others know his weakness, cannot show it, must hide it.
Wanchang tilted his head and looked at Fuchen, "Do you still resent me?"
Fuchen smiled faintly, "Brother, we are at a high place. As a royal family, we have a luxury to hope for. We can't help ourselves. There are too many things forced by the situation." Fuchen turned his head and looked at Wanchang, "You know
I know that you are the only relative I have in this world. It is impossible for me to ignore you."
Wan Fan remained silent and raised his hand to rub her head. His eyes were pitiful.
