Chapter 1181: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 54
But that carriage was parked within their line of sight.
The driver on the carriage has been sitting firmly on the driver's seat the whole day. Not to mention not even a trace of movement, even the sitting posture has only changed twice since Ling Wu saw him.
Steady and ruthless, that's all Ling Wu feels about this person.
Such an assassination is simply impossible
Ling Wu has been standing here for nearly a day, and there is no chance to make a move.
At the very least, there was absolutely no way she could guarantee that she would kill this person without being seen by others.
She appeared, and as long as Murong Yanran inside knew that she was coming, she would be afraid that Nangongxuan's safety would be difficult to protect, and she would throw herself into a trap. This is exactly what she feels now.
But Lingwu found that she was not ready to leave in a hurry. When she saw the coachman for the first time, she felt murderous intent in her heart. She also understood why Yue Qingyun came back specifically to ask Tuo Bahan to kill this man.
Her murderous intention was brought out by the murderous aura in the coachman.
If she is not mistaken, this coachman is definitely a killer, a killer who threatens this matter, and she will never allow him to live.
In the blink of an eye, she suddenly caught sight of a graceful figure walking towards the carriage in the garden. Such a light figure made Ling Wu subconsciously restrain her prying eyes.
When she looked away, she felt a gaze looking in her direction.
Although it only passed by in a flash, Ling Wu was also secretly surprised.
With such a look, it was clear that the graceful woman just now felt her gaze following her out of the corner of her eye, and only turned her gaze away because she found nothing unusual.
If this person is the Murong Yanran mentioned by Yue Qingyun, this battle will indeed be a fight between a dragon and a tiger.
Just her and the coachman were enough to make them think a lot.
In the ears listening in that direction, there was a burst of light laughter. This kind of laughter was mixed with too much ambiguity and the unique tone of the private relationship between men and women.
After the woman stepped into the carriage with a burst of laughter, the carriage that Ling Wu had been waiting for all day finally left the garden gate.