When Feng Jiuer heard Chen Hong's name, not only was she not surprised, but she was relieved.
What's going on with Chen Hong's face? Does it have to be her?
In this case, she should take advantage of this.
The 60,000 soldiers heading west this time were all carefully selected by Feng Jiuer, and they were all the brothers with the best Qinggong skills.
The number of national defense troops chasing them has increased from tens of thousands to at least one hundred thousand now.
Coupled with the 90,000 Gao Jiajun, they will face an army of over 200,000.
If you can't beat it, you can only outwit it.
"When did she ask me to meet?
Place?"
Feng Jiuer asked softly.
"At three quarters of noon, Immortal Execution Valley."
Xing Zizhou handed over the letter in his hand, "Jiu'er, do you really want to keep the appointment?"
"There's still a lot of time, don't worry!"
Feng Jiuer took the letter, looked at it, put it aside, and took out the topographic map.
"This is Zhuxian Valley."
Xing Zizhou pointed to a small place on the map.
He moved his long finger and continued: "Chen Hong's army is here now."
"Whether they are coming in or we are going out, we have to pass through a relatively long mountain stream road."
"The spies are back, and the 50,000 national defense troops led by General Lu are behind them. Jiu'er, our appointment this time is very risky."
"The risk is high, I have to take a trip."
Feng Jiuer took out a pen and lowered his head to make marks on the topographic map.
"Jiu'er, you mean, we're not going into the mountains together?"
Xing Zizhou frowned.
"Of course not."
Feng Jiuer shook his head, "Let Zhao Yusheng and Feng Yinan come over, I have something to arrange."
"Choose another three hundred brothers with the best Qinggong skills, and you and Xiaoying Qingtai will be left to arrange the tasks for the other brothers."
"I..." "Go quickly! Whether we can come back smoothly depends on you."
Before Xing Zizhou could say anything, he was interrupted by Feng Jiuer.
He looked at Little Cherry, said nothing, turned and left.
Soon, Xing Zizhou, Zhao Yusheng and Feng Yinan came to the yard.
After more than an hour, everyone left one after another.
At three quarters of noon, Feng Jiuer saw a woman he had not seen for a long time.
Next to Chen Hong is a familiar figure from Feng Jiu'er. He looks very similar to Jian Yi, but he is her Third Emperor brother Feng Jiang.
Feng Jiuer looked at Feng Jiang for a long time and sat opposite Chen Hong.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Chen Hong looked at her and raised her lips slightly: "Feng Jiu'er, you really think I won't kill you, do you?"
"You only brought two to three hundred people into the mountain. How can you look down on my 30,000 soldiers?"
Feng Jiuer picked up the cup on the table, spilled the wine in the cup, and then grabbed the cup and played with it.
"I heard that your appearance is completely ruined, but I didn't expect it to be true. If you want me to treat you, it's not impossible. Return Jianyi to me!"
When she looked up at Chen Hong, her playful eyes turned into frost in an instant.
"What exactly did you do to him?"
With a "click" sound, the cup in Feng Jiuer's hand turned into powder.
"Good inner strength!"
Chen Hong clapped her hands, turned around and hooked her fingers towards Feng Jiang, "Come here."
Fengjiang was expressionless as he came to her side and sat down.
His eyes were empty, like a soulless puppet.
Feng Jiuer closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them.
"Give him back to me, and I can guarantee that your face will be restored to its original state."
Chen Hong knew Jian Yi's position in her heart. If she didn't care about Jian Yi, Chen Hong would definitely be suspicious.
"Oh, shouldn't you be eager to kill him now?
He killed your third emperor brother, Feng Jiuer, have you forgotten?"
