Feng Canglun was looking for Qianxun and stood up nervously, holding an uneasy bun in one hand and rushed out.
The cold wind whistled, the fallen leaves were rolled up, and the solemn meaning of killing rose up shallowly.
The man stumbled, and after a few steps, he fell to the ground with a loud bang, spitting blood, and there was a sound of horse hooves behind him. Feng Canglun frowned, bent down and picked up the man, and the horse rushed past,
That was his own bloodthirsty team, and I didn't expect that his character was really bad.
If Feng Canglun was one step late, the man would be buried under the horse's hooves.
The man gasped quickly, and Feng Canglun looked closely and couldn't help feeling extremely disappointed.[
That's not Qianxun.
He was a woman in her thirties, but she was extremely petite, with several swords in her body and blood all over her body.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
Feng Canglun carried her to the tea coffin. When everyone saw him coming back with a bloody woman, they couldn't help but be stunned. In everyone's impression, Feng Canglun had a hot temper and rarely provoked women.
However, it seems that the prince's heart is not very cold.
The woman kept moaning and moaning. Feng Canglun looked at the woman in blood and frowned. He wanted to throw this woman away, but when he hugged her, he thought of Qianxun.
So, I want to accumulate some virtue and blessings to make Qianxun live a better life!
Feng Canglun's face was calm and he reached out to pat the woman's back, giving her some real energy.
The woman closed her eyes and looked not very good, but she had calmed down. It seemed that the true qi relieved a lot of pain.
"Old lady, can this girl bother you to take it in? I have some money here, so you can take it."
After giving his true aura a little, Feng Canglun took out a ingot of silver from his arms and handed it to his mother-in-law.
The old lady was also enthusiastic and agreed immediately. Feng Canglun took out another piece of gold, handed it to her mother-in-law, and rode away again.
The woman who was still dizzy just now suddenly opened her eyes and watched Feng Canglun's fire-like back disappear into the vast intersection, with a little smile on her lips.
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Xianmiao Mountain.
Fengchun was covered in white snow and climbed up the mountain with difficulty. Although he was a snake fairy, he usually did not change his form. He had spent almost all his spiritual magic and immortal powers after many days of climbing and wading in the water.