Chapter 32: Busy? (Page 1/1)

Zhao Wuji drove the carriage and fled in the northwest direction, he didn't dare to open the curtain to look inside, he just kept crying, in order to hide his whereabouts, he stopped the carriage from time to time, created an illusion, cursed in his mouth, roared angrily,

But he has never been able to escape the pursuers behind, no less than ten black-clothed killers are like flying locusts, hanging far behind the carriage, Lord Wang has said, to drive the young man in the direction of Xichu, you can hurt people but not take the other party's life.

Suddenly the carriage stopped, the horses snorted, and their hooves kept beating the ground.

Everyone was puzzled, and they also stopped, one of the men in black stretched out his hand, signaling his companion not to move, and he walked forward quickly, there was no one in the carriage, and Zhao Wuji was nowhere to be found.

The man in black stretched out two fingers to open the curtain, and an ambushed crossbow arrow could not be fired, and the man in black protected his arm against the door as fast as he could, and the iron arm guard was tied to his arm.

Bang, sparks shot out, crossbow arrows fell to the ground, the man in black looked inside, empty, no one, the doubts had not subsided, a figure slipped out of the car, the dagger in his hand slashed left and right like a streamer, the tendons of the man in black were picked off at the time, and it was too late to cry out in pain, Zhao Wuji kicked his feet on the crook of the other party's legs, and there were two crisp sounds, and the leg bones of the man in black were broken in response, and he fell down with his face, and it happened to fall on the dagger in Zhao Wuji's hand, piercing a heart.

The young man gritted his teeth, carried the corpse of the man in black on his back, used it as a barrier, and forcibly connected the crossbow arrows shot by the rest of the men in black.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth violently, picked up the corpse of the man in black, and rushed in front of everyone at an extremely fast speed, the dagger in his hand was like a sickle, arbitrarily harvesting the life of the man in black.

With a whoosh, the crossbow arrows that had been assembled shot out and shot into Zhao Wuji's legs, the young man just stumbled, and his speed did not decrease at all, like a spiritual snake out of a hole, rushing to the last man in black along a strange line, holding the dagger and inserting it into the throat of the other party, and then with a straight knife, the slender saber of the Zhennan Army, exploded a burst of brilliant knife light, and cut off the head of the man in black on the opposite side.

As if he was particularly puzzled, the young man raised his saber high and cut the man in black who fell to the ground into a puddle of flesh, crying as he cut until he was exhausted, and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, and pounding the earth vigorously.

Chu Renfeng stood in the big tent, looking at the turbulent river from afar, the sun was to the west, elongating the shadow, and none of the sticky rods sent out came back, and no information came back, it is very likely that the sticky rods have been folded in Zhao Wuji's hands.

Expected things are not surprising and abrupt, although he is Zhao Xuanji's own son, but Zhao Wuji did not inherit the generalissimo of Western Chu's soldiers and horses, there is a lot more haze and gloom under the appearance of the sun, and this gloom seems to be born with, otherwise with Fan Xiaokuai and Liu Xingxing's subtlety, the young man will not develop such a temperament.

Even so, Chu Renfeng still likes this child, forbearance enough, and clever enough, seeing a teenager, as if seeing himself when he was a teenager, it is also like seeing Li Yuanying walking alone in the palace in those years, big and small things are hidden in his heart, left in the years, polished by time, tempered by life.

Slowly out of the camp tent, Chu Renfeng walked along the riverside, the river waves poured on the river bank, walked along the embankment to a high place, looked into the distance, the pennant of the Nanliang army on the opposite side was faintly visible, this is only a temporary calm, there will be a fierce attack on the Nanliang below, and it is a continuous attack.

Yu Yu sighed, Chu Renfeng carried his hands behind his back, there were thousands of feelings in his heart, all kinds of thoughts, he always couldn't figure it out, his heart was suddenly lost, and he was secretly relaxed, he looked left and right to see no one, he unbuttoned his pants, men have three urgency, and the Northern Wei Dynasty people Tu was also a man, a stream of water poured down, and it fell steadily in the big river, flowing eastward with the river.

"Ahem, busy?"

A greeting suddenly sounded behind Chu Renfeng, and the Northern Wei Dynasty Tu trembled in his heart, and the flow of water that fell into the river was obviously paused, and then continued, he frowned and turned his head slightly.

Chen Luoyan was standing under the dam, his hands on his hips, looking up.

Chu Renfeng wanted to control the flow of water, but how could human consciousness resist instinct, so a river went east to spring and continued to go east with the flow of water.

"Lord Chu, are you busy?" asked again.

This is not nonsense, Chu Renfeng's heart was 10,000 Cao Nima crazy, and he replied after holding back for a long time: "Well, I'm busy." ”

Chen Luoyan smiled, climbed the embankment with his hands and feet, expanded his chest with both hands, took a sharp breath, and suddenly felt relaxed: "The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages ......"

Reciting poems, Chen Luoyan also unbuttoned his pants, and a stream of water came down from top to bottom, outlining an arc in the air and falling into the water.

"Hey, Lord Chu, look, I pee farther than you. Chen Luoyan straightened forward.

Chu Renfeng's face was full of black lines, he turned sideways, blocking what should be blocked, and then remembered that the person standing side by side was His Royal Highness the Prince of Nanliang, and he used to be the first beauty in the world, and his feeling changed, a little bit of the feeling of eating rock sugar gourd without eating hawthorn core, it was originally a pleasant thing, but I always felt that something was missing in my heart, not original enough.

"Lord Chu, in the face of such a turbulent river, don't you want to recite a poem?"

"I don't want to. Chu Renfeng said categorically, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath: "Your Highness, it's a little embarrassing to chat like this. ”

Chen Luoyan smiled: "Actually, I also feel embarrassed, but I am also forced to be loyal to others." ”

"How do you say this?" Chu Renfeng felt a little strange, and didn't know where Chen Luoyan's words came from.

Chen Luoyan coughed twice, tied his pants, and tidied up his clothes: "I came at the request of Yuan Ying, and she felt that Zhao Wuji's departure might disturb Lord Chu's mind, so let me come and chat with Lord Chu to relieve my mood." ”

Chu Renfeng smiled dumbly: "But His Highness is not a good chatter." ”

How can a good chatter come up when it is convenient for others, and get close to it with a dead face.

"Lord Chu is right, I am indeed not a good chatter, and I don't know how to chat with people at all, you also know her temper, I resisted, unsuccessful, he suppressed me with his fists. Chen Luoyan shook his head and said helplessly.

The haze in Chu Renfeng's heart was swept away, and he couldn't help laughing: "Why didn't Your Majesty come by yourself?"

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