With the huge force, his men rushed ten meters away.
When her head fell to the ground, a hand suddenly put it on her shoulder, and before she could turn around, he lifted her onto his shoulder.
"Stop!" When she heard the masked man's words, Murong Qingshuang knew that these were not a group!
If the dagger had not been returned to Mu Han, I would definitely give this man a knife as soon as possible!
The masked man must be one of Yuwen Longxiang’s subordinates, so the one who opposes him is... coming to kill her? [
"Hey...where are you taking me..."
This man was extremely fast, and he flew up the wall with her as if he were nothing. She watched helplessly as the masked man tried hard to catch up, but could never catch up.
Wait a minute, the only people she knows who are particularly outstanding in lightness skills are...
"Be calm." This was the man's answer to her.
Murong Qingshuang was so weak that she rolled her eyes, she guessed it right!
This is the mysterious man she met several times, the guy who always disappears in a flash, who has been in and out of the palace of hidden dragons and crouching tigers several times but has never been caught.
When her mind was drowsy, she recalled all the conversations she had had since meeting this person. Everything he said gave her the feeling that she could not understand it! So many words, but there was no clue about who he was.
A bit of useful information.
But the only useful thing is that he won't kill her.
This person had too many opportunities to kill her, but he never did it. There was even a hint of protection in his words.
When it stopped, she opened her eyes.
He reached out and rubbed it, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
"Why did you bring me here?"
The place is like a paradise. At the foot of the mountain, there are green grass and wild flowers, and shrubs in the distance. There is also a clear stream nearby, running from west to east, and the sound of the water is quiet and pleasant. There are bamboo houses built on the water, one after another.
It looks like a fantasy in a game.
"Who are you?"
The man didn't answer, but sighed as if he was tired, then carried her up the bamboo ladder and put her on the bed in a room.
Murong Qingshuang was still bleeding from her shoulder blades. Her bloodless face and even her lips were pale.
The man stood in front of the bed, as if he was sizing her up for a moment.
He has a very ordinary face. If he were placed on the street, probably no one would give him a second glance. Names like Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Wu would probably suit him.[
But those eyes, or to be precise, the look, let people know that he is extraordinary just by looking at him.
