Although Feng Jingting rarely fights in person, his martial arts are definitely not weak, and people who don't know think that he is a rich and noble son who has no power to restrain chickens, but they don't know that his kung fu is also one of the best in the entire 200,000 troops in the northwest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His sword technique is wide open and closed, and there are thousands of cliffs hidden in the sound of wind and thunder!

Wherever the blade passed, his head flew sideways, his limbs were mutilated, and thick blood splattered in the air, his mount and himself covered in blood.

The people who caught up with him had thought that he would get a pampered prince, who would have such a powerful sword technique, he seemed to be a Shura from the underworld, and the bloody aura of killing was all over the sky, making people look at it with a kind of chill.

In a moment, more than a dozen people who rushed up were all killed by him under the horse, and some people blew the whistle in a hurry, and were slashed by him, and fell into the forest with the whistle on their heads.

When he killed, he couldn't help but let out a long roar, "Jiang Taiping, is that what you can do?" ”

Guo Wenying frowned, they escaped easily, and if they delayed any longer, the second group of people who caught up would arrive, even if he was strong in martial arts, could he withstand several waves of attacks?

She took two horses, "Lord Wang, let's go." ”

Feng Jingting was in the middle of the fun, laughing and picking her up, the blood on his face rubbed on her white face, the bloody breath was very disgusting, he didn't answer, opened his mouth and kissed her fiercely on the lips, and then jumped on the horse, hugged her and whipped away.

Guo Wenying was held by him on the horse, and his body was turned upside down, and he couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, this person really has a demonic nature in his bones, and such a killing has stimulated his killing spirit, it seems that the title of "Living Yama King" is really not for nothing.

Feng Jingting patted his horse and walked far away, only then did he slowly suppress the impetuous qi in his heart, just now he relied on this qi to support it, and now his breath gradually stabilized, and his face turned white.

Guo Wenying noticed something was wrong, and couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with the prince?"

Feng Jingting gasped, put her off the horse, and said softly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave." ”

Guo Wenying stood up, only to find that he had been stabbed, the knife was very deep, and blood was bubbling out, and it was really embarrassing for him, he was so seriously injured, but he didn't say a word.

Fortunately, the wound medicine for the soldiers was always available, so she took out the medicine bottle, tore her middle coat to wrap the wound for him, and gave him pills to stop the bleeding.

After bandaging the wound, he got up to check the terrain, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. Originally, they were running on horseback, and this run was far from the official road, but they could no longer find their way.

Now the top priority is to find a change of clothes first, otherwise it will be too eye-catching to walk on the road with such a bloody body.

Helped him get on the horse, this time he was in front, she was behind, but she was holding him, Feng Jingting seemed to enjoy this treatment, rubbing his head on her from time to time, quite coquettish. He still muttered, "It's good to have you here." ”

Guo Wenying's heart was full of diaphragm, if he was five years old this year and had a milky smell, she might still like it, but he is a big man, and he has a stinky and bloody smell, which makes people want to vomit, and if he sells it cutely, it will only make people more uncomfortable.

She resisted the urge to throw him off the horse, and whispered: "Master, you be honest, otherwise Hugh will blame Wen Ying for being rude......"

The clenched teeth looked very terrifying, Feng Jingting knew that she was not a weak white lotus, and there were not dozens or more than a dozen people who died under her fire today, so he didn't dare to make a mistake, and sat down honestly.

muttering in my heart that finding a woman who is too ruthless to be a daughter-in-law does not seem to be a very pleasant thing.

After riding a horse for a while, a village appeared in front of them, and in front of a few houses at the entrance of the village, there were women drying clothes.

Guo Wenying jumped off the horse, put Feng Jingting on the ground, and pushed the door into the courtyard, the woman saw a person covered in blood walking in, and exclaimed in horror, "You, what do you want?"

Guo Wenying said: "This eldest sister should not panic, we only want two clothes." ”

"Okay, you wait. The woman gritted her teeth, the man in the family was not there, and the place where she lived was some distance from the village, so she did not dare to scream, so she had to come out of the house with two old clothes of her own man.

When he went out of the room, he picked up a kitchen knife, guarded it in front of his chest, and threw the lump of clothes over casually, "Here you go, you go quickly, otherwise I will call someone." ”

Guo Wenying didn't want her for nothing, and wanted to touch some money from her arms, but after touching it for a long time, she didn't have a big son, and then she remembered that all her money was looted by Feng Jingting.

I felt a little embarrassed in my heart, but I didn't answer, I took my clothes and turned around and left, and I said that I would rob it, but I didn't rob it? In Xunyang, the rich people she robbed were enough to pull the car.

When she got outside, she found a sheltered earthen wall, saw that there was no one around, and asked Feng Jingting to change the bloody clothes, she also changed the bloody clothes on her body, put on the peasant's clothes, and then stuffed the two bloody clothes into the cracks of the earthen wall.

Both of them are too good-looking, even if they wear coarse linen clothes, they don't look like farmers, and this appearance is not enough to hide people's eyes.

Guo Wenying remembered that Feng Jingting had asked Yunmo to give her a disfigured wooden box, so she adjusted the lard and loess she used to wipe her face and smeared it on her face, and smeared some black powder on her lips and chin, like stubble.

Then she did the same, and dressed herself up, so that both of them were like two rough men with yellow skin, except that their eyebrows were still handsome, and they could no longer find the original image like the white jade of the moon.

Looking at her ugly yellow face, Feng Jingting couldn't help but touch his face, "Did you make your master as ugly as you?"

Guo Wenying sneered: "Whether the prince wants his life or face, it's better to choose one." ”

Feng Jingting chuckled, this girl is really clever and refuses to suffer at all. This smile drove the wounds on his body, and he "hissed" in pain.

Since they escaped, the two didn't want to go back, so they simply disguised themselves and went to Fuzhou, where Jiang Taiping's base was in Fuzhou, which was also the end of their trip.

Afraid that the peasant woman would scream, the two changed their clothes and hurried out of the village.

It's okay to go, but the question is ......?

Guo Wenying endured it a few times, and finally couldn't help asking, "Lord Wang, are you rich?"

Feng Jingting was a little stunned, looking at his expression, Guo Wenying knew that he was asking extra questions.

What is the identity of the prince? When did you see the prince going out with a lot of money? There are housekeepers and subordinates around him, and the money bag is also kept by them. So...... Don't say anything, just hug your face and cry for a while.

The two poor bastards, who have nothing to pay, are finally on the road again.

The horse they rode was a war horse in the army, and it was too dazzling to dare to ride again, so they let it go when they left the village. Naturally, this kind of horse can't be sold, and it is branded with a military mark on its butt, and no one dares to buy it anywhere.