Feihua was pinched by the neck, her face was pale, and she cried and begged: "Princess...Princess...I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Yan Xuanhua let go of her suddenly, looked at her hands, and couldn't help but tremble.
She hugged Feihua: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Feihua, I just... I just..."
Tears rolled down, sad and sad.
Feihua also hugged her and cried: "No, I'm sorry princess, it's my fault, it's my fault... wu wu..."
The two women held each other sadly and cried.
It was Yan Xuanhua who calmed down first, her eyes darkening slightly.
She tidied herself up, and her beautiful eyes became firmer: "Let's go, leave here, leave Daqi."
Feihua nodded and helped the princess downstairs.
Before leaving, Yan Xuanhua looked back again at the beautiful back of the woman in purple.
Independent from heaven and earth, proud and peerless.
Looking back, her eyes were more sarcastic than her own.
Yan Xuanhua slowly bent down, picked up the dagger on the ground, and hid it in his sleeve, not wanting to encounter any obstacles on his way back.
Turn around and leave this nightmare-filled and extremely dirty place with Feihua.
The two of them avoided Daqi's officers and soldiers, found two horses, quietly rode on them, and left here.
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After Jun Ziqian received the letter from Fei Ge sent by Liuyun, his face darkened, and he immediately asked Mo Zhu to turn around and go back.
The Thirty-eight Villagers of Wucheng massacred hundreds of people in Xinghua Village!
Miss Lan went to Wucheng alone to attack the thieves of Thirty-eight Villages.
The letter paper was crushed into powder in Jun Ziqian's hand.
His foggy eyes flashed with cold light, and the hands resting on the back of the chair were clenched into fists.
Is the little girl okay?
How could she be so reckless? How could she deal with those thieves on her own?
"Mo Zhu!"
Jun Ziqian said in a deep voice.
Mo Zhu, who was driving the carriage, nodded: "Yes, Master."
Knowing that his master was worried, Mo Zhu waved his whip and accelerated the carriage.
But along the way, those people didn't let up at all in their assassination efforts.
Countless men in black rushed up again.
In the carriage, Jun Ziqian's elegant and cold voice came through: "Mo Zhu, let them fight quickly!"
Any further entanglement would simply delay his ability to rush back.
This was the first time for Jun Ziqian and he lost his patience.
Pictures of the little girl in danger filled my mind, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
Junya's face became even darker.
"Yes!" Mo Zhu nodded when he heard this and took out three banners of different colors from his pocket.
One white, one red, one black.
As soon as the three banners came out, everyone who knew them dilated their pupils in horror: "The color seizes the order!"
Mo Zhu first took out the white pennant and waved a simple gesture.
Again, he took out the red pennant and waved a complicated gesture.
Black pennant, motionless.
Little Luoluo doesn't need to use the black flag yet.
So under the waving of Mo Zhu's two flags, the surrounding air instantly became oppressive, and those people were frightened and wanted to run away immediately. Some of them didn't know how scary the banners were, so they still killed them.
The next moment, ten men in white clothes wearing dazzling silver armor walked out of the darkness in the forest. Two men in red clothes wore hairpins, each wearing a mask.
The swords in their hands were cold and terrifying, and their murderous aura rushed towards their faces!
"Quick! Run away!"
Some people were already panicking and wanted to retreat.
But their movements were not as fast as those in white and red.
Within a moment, blood spread all over the floor.
Several corpses gradually became cold.
The surroundings became calm, and the people in white and red hid in the darkness, silently.
Mo Zhu continued to drive the carriage, quickly crossed the road, and galloped away.