Arnold's heart was in chaos. The lead-colored clouds in the sky were getting denser and denser, and the wind carried a slightly moist smell. "Go back to the house and rest!" She drank the tea in front of her in one gulp, her eyes showing exhaustion.
Qianhe nodded hurriedly and looked at her thoughtfully, "I'll ask Hanshuang to make some side dishes tonight. We haven't had dinner together for a long time."
Arnold knew what she meant, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the house." Another gust of wind blew by, and thin raindrops fell. "It's raining, I'll go back to the house first."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his room without looking back.
Qianhe stared at the petite back for a moment, "Hanshuang, come back to the house with me!"
Hanshuang hurriedly helped her walk towards the flower building in front. Yuer stood in the yard with an incomprehensible expression. What happened today? Why are the three of them acting weird?
On both sides of the royal road, the men in black were clearly outmatched by the large number of followers and the subsequent officers and soldiers. Although those officers and soldiers were less skilled in martial arts, their numbers were several times greater than mine.
Na Muhan was irritated and wanted to capture the man in black and find the final commander through him. Even if there was no commander, he would have to let this person taste his power. If it weren't for him,
Arnold must have followed him back now. Thinking of the woman with a huge red mark on half of her face, he felt an inexplicable feeling of pity in his heart.
The drizzle fell like a huge tulle, and when the wind blew, it instantly enveloped the entire city of Yanjing.
The assassin swung his sword again and forced Na Muhan back. The assassination had obviously failed. The pair of red eyes glared at Na Muhan and said, "Retreat."
Many men in black fell down, and the remaining dozen or so people dispersed and ran in different directions after hearing the order. The leading assassin flew up and jumped directly onto the roof of the teahouse nearby. His figure was as fast as a
The black shadow passed by, a few ups and downs, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Na Muhan looked angry. Although he could go up to chase the enemy, the opponent's martial arts were not weak. He might not be able to defeat the opponent in a fight to the death. Now, he could only block Yanjing so that the opponent could not leave the city and find a way to encircle him.
That's it. "Send my order to seal the eleventh door and no one is allowed to go out."
The panicked official just now walked out from behind the officers and soldiers, quickly straightened himself out, shook his head and knelt on the ground to apologize.
"Wei Chen is guilty of letting assassins sneak into Yanjing City. I will do it now and close the city gate immediately." The fat official who liked flattering the most felt that his head was covered with sweat and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
The anger on Na Muhan's face subsided slightly: "Then go and do it quickly." After that, he strode towards the place where Arnold was just now, but there was clearly no one there, and all that was left was an oil-paper umbrella. Then
Muhan clenched his fist, stared at the umbrella and ordered: "Chagan, help me find all the people with red birthmarks on their faces in Yanjing City. I want to see them one by one."
Cha Gan stepped forward respectfully and replied: "I will do it right away." Although he didn't quite understand what his father meant, he would still do what he said. However, this person with a red birthmark in Yanjing City,
Is he really the person I want to find?
The drizzle is falling one after another, the rain is like silk, like a curtain...
Na Muhan bent down, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and opened a picture of Xia He with a gentle push of his hand. Could this umbrella belong to her?