"Girl, there is another car blocking the road ahead."
Gou Sheng'er is really frightened. How come this noble man in the capital likes to block the way and find trouble at every turn?
Mu Yunhan opened the car curtain and looked out.
It was already dark now, and her car was about to turn into Shuncheng Street.
And that car was parked at the intersection of Shuncheng Street.
It's an ordinary little Qingma car, with a beautiful red palace lantern hanging on the front.
The driver was an old man, sitting on the shaft with his waist bent, as if he was asleep.
In addition, there are no followers.
But this car and its owner, who never showed up, put pressure on her invisibly.
Xiaomi said softly: "There are at least ten masters around here."
That is to say, these masters are all lurking.
The other party is very difficult to mess with and doesn't know the depth of it.
Mu Yunhan asked the driver: "The street is not narrow, are you sure you can squeeze through it?"
The coachman sweated a lot and felt that this matter was a bit difficult to handle: "It's all in the dark, and he's right in the middle of the road..."
"I understand." Mu Yunhan gestured to Xiaomi.
Xiaomi got out of the car, walked to the other party's car, saluted, and said loudly: "Uncle, you are blocking our way home. Please move to the side."
The coachman had his head drooped and showed no reaction, as if he was asleep.
Xiaomi clenched his weapon, took a few steps forward, and said loudly: "Old man, please move the car! We want to go home!"
The driver raised his head very slowly and looked at Xiaomi quietly.
A terrible coercion and evil aura came from him, but in an instant, Xiaomi's clothes were soaked with sweat.
It was so scary. She had never met such a scary person in her life.
Unable to admit defeat, Xiaomi gritted his teeth, held his head high, and persisted to the death.
Mu Yunhan noticed something was wrong, and she immediately called Xiaomi: "Come back, let's take a detour!"
In just a few steps, Xiaomi walked for a long time.
Every step weighs more than a thousand pounds, and every step feels like stepping on the tip of a knife.
The gaze behind him was as sharp as a blade, with the deepest malice and murderous intent, making people tremble with fear.
Those are two completely different levels from those under Murong.
As he approached the car, Xiaomi's legs suddenly became weak and he almost fell down.
Just when she was frightened, a pair of gentle hands held her steady.
Mu Yunhan stood in front of the car, protecting her behind him, and looked at the car quietly: "Who is your honor? What do you do?"
The old man driving the car looked at her quietly, and the people in the car remained silent.
Mu Yunhan held the syringe tightly and looked at the old man driving the car silently.
She noticed the faint evil aura emanating from the other party.
She could understand Xiaomi's fear, just like the fear of small animals when they meet Butcher Zhang.
Just like Butcher Zhang could sense the evil aura coming from Wu Yanzhuang and others.
But she is not afraid. The biggest thing in the world is life and death.
The night wind blew the dress on Mu Yunhan's body, making her stand pretty like a poplar in the wind and snow.
The red palace lantern on the Qingmei trolley rotated rapidly, casting mottled light and shadow on the old man's face and body.
It was as if a person had been scalded with boiling water and the cooked skin fell off, leaving mottled red.
Weird and terrifying.
Xiaomi and Jinxiu closely guarded Mu Ying behind them, while Mu Jie, Zhang Chongfeng, Gou Sheng'er and others secretly held their knives tightly.
The coachman grasped the reins and whip, ready to respond quickly and escape at any time.
The old man suddenly sighed and closed his eyes. (To be continued)