Chapter 1689 Feng Clan: They are fierce, I am afraid!
The six women definitely didn't know Feng Jiu'er, but tonight's matter must only succeed and not fail.
Did they not just follow the orders of the city lord, but they wanted to rob such a beautiful man from a delicate woman?
After the leading woman roared, the six of them jumped up together and stabbed Feng Jiuer with their swords.
Feng Jiu'er was slow and unhurried, her eyes once again swept over Di Wuya's profile.
A strong wind blew towards her face, and she raised her eyes to look at the six people approaching, her eyes sharp.
Mao Zhongcai actually played poison in front of her, and it was used on her man. Mao Zhongcai didn't want to live anymore! The six figures leaped up, very fast, and instantly turned into fluttering gauze, making it difficult for people to see their appearance clearly.
The moment they approached, Feng Jiuer jumped up holding an extra dagger in her hand.
Her speed was obviously faster than this woman! Feng Jiuer passed by the six women above the tent and turned around in the blink of an eye.
Before the six women could take action, there was a "boom" and the entire tent exploded.
Several bodies were blown away by the strong air current.
The tent was torn apart, and together with these people, they rushed outside. Some of the debris flew far away, and some of the debris just fell to the ground.
However, the man sitting behind the desk in the tent still sat motionless with his head in his hands.
The black hair and clothes blown up by the strong wind fell down, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.
Feng Jiuer landed on the ground and stood firmly about a foot away from Di Wuya.
The tent was gone and the lights were gone, leaving only the lights coming from elsewhere and the stars in the sky.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you want to spend the night here?"
Feng Jiuer looked at the pretentious man and raised her lips slightly.
Di Wuya then moved his long fingers slightly, raised his head, and looked at the woman in front of him.
"Jiu'er, I'm drugged."
His deep eyes held a rare hint of apprehension.
Feng Jiuer frowned immediately and stepped over.
But she didn't expect that before she could sit down, her wrists tightened and she was pulled by someone, and her body fell into a strong and warm embrace.
When such a big movement was discovered at this moment, it was impossible for the people in the military camp to do nothing.
A group of troops is approaching this place from one side.
But the two people sitting together acted as if these things had nothing to do with them, and they didn't look anxious at all.
Feng Jiuer glanced at the man, picked up his hand, put it on her lap, and lowered her long fingers.
Before she even felt her pulse, she already had a rough idea.
"Uncle Nine Emperors must not have been drugged into a coma, right?
After all, six beauties all at once are too much for a normal man to handle."
"you!"
The woman who was knocked away stood firm and took a few steps closer to them.
The woman looked at the two of them quarreling with each other without any hesitation. She pointed at them and became furious.
"Where is the woman?"
Di Wuya gently lifted the chin of the girl sitting on top of him, "In my eyes, you are the only one."
When the woman heard this, she became even more angry.
How could she imagine that this man was not poisoned and that they were all deceived.
What makes it even more difficult for a woman to accept is that the person who should be sitting in the arms of a beautiful man tonight is herself, but now it is a weak woman.
However, after what happened just now, don’t these women still know whether Feng Jiuer is extremely weak?
With one against six, one move would lead to victory. It was clear that they were the ones who made the first move, but they didn't even have time to use the first move.
"Sister, kill them!"
Another woman covered her heart and came to the woman's side.
The third woman also endured the pain and stood with them.
"What if the plan fails?
They are still in our military camp, and it is impossible for the city lord to let them go!"
Feng Jiuer put down the palm in her hand and stared at the women.
But I don’t think about it, what is it that catches my eyes?
These women didn't wear much fabric to begin with. It was probably easier to save some fabric to get things done. After they were kicked out, the amount of clothing they wore was even less.
Feng Jiuer didn't say anything immediately, but glanced sideways at her man.
Di Wuya's gaze fell on these big, smart eyes.
His long, well-articulated fingers touched her chin again, lowered his head, and kissed her tender pink lips.
Feng Jiuer curled her lips. She should believe that her man could not fall in love with these things.
Five of the six women gathered together, with different faces, and one didn’t know where she was, maybe she was in a coma! “Shameless!”
Not knowing who it was, he snorted coldly.
The handsome man is obviously theirs, but they are unwilling to do so! "According to your opinion, your city lord has never thought of negotiating peace, right?"
Feng Jiuer stared at the leading woman.
"So what?"
Women don't hold back their words.
"Do you think you can escape because you are good at martial arts?
There is no way we will let you leave tonight!"
"Men can stay, but women don't want to see the sun tomorrow!"
Feng Jiuer raised her crescent eyebrows and looked sideways at Di Wuya.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
She called him so softly that only two people heard her.
Feng Jiuer leaned in Di Wuya's arms, her voice returned to normal, but still had a bit of a coquettish aura.
"They are so fierce, I'm scared!"
Uncle Nine Emperors must have a countermeasure, otherwise he wouldn't still be sitting there and not leaving.
This military camp is not small. As soon as Feng Jiuer came here on horseback, he couldn't see the end.
Soldiers, at least 10,000 or more.
"Don't be afraid!"
Di Wuya hugged her and gently pressed her little head on his chest.
He still didn't look at these women.
Di Wuya didn't know the specific situation. He never saw these people from beginning to end.
Knowing that his woman didn't like him, he simply didn't look at her, so as not to dirty his eyes and make the little lady unhappy.
The slender figures of the five women hugged the woman gently, even replacing the coldness just now with gentleness, and they became more and more angry.
"Bitch! Die!"
A woman yelled.
The five women held long swords and danced with the swords in unison.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to look at Di Wuya, and when she met his gaze, her pink lips moved slightly.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, why don't we take action?"
Di Wuya gently covered her little face, silently comforting her.
Feng Jiuer ignored it. With him here, she didn't have to think too much about anything.
She looked away, pursed her lips, stretched out her upper arms, and hugged his thin waist.
Uncle Jiuhuang's embrace was so comfortable that she almost felt like sleeping.
"If you're tired, just take a rest."
Di Wuya's soft voice fell.
Feng Jiuer held him a little harder.
She felt the man's strong heartbeat and gentle breathing, and ignored the approaching thousands of enemy troops.
"boom!"
With a loud sound, the tent not far away also exploded.
The sound was quite loud, no different from when the tent exploded just now.
