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Inside the carriage, a quaint low table, with a teacup on each side. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a low bed on each side of the carriage, and there was not much space in between, just enough to fit the table.

Xin'er sat on the bed on the side, a pair of jade hands propped up on her chin, staring intently at Feng Ming.

This action Feng Ming is already very familiar, every time he is in the Minsheng Inn, Yingxiu will always make such a move to watch him drink.

Feng Ming was very calm, rolled up his sleeves and poured a cup of tea, this water is boiling hot, but the tea that is scalded like this is not the most perfect.

"Hehe......" Xin'er looked at it, covering her mouth and chuckling.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ming spoke softly, handing her the cup of tea.

Xin'er stood up and shifted her position. A few steps to the bed where Feng Ming sat cross-sitting.

Then he whispered softly in his ear: "Sir, I like to drink tea and wine wherever I go." "

There's nothing to laugh at, and I don't know why she's laughing.

"Alright, go sit down." Feng Ming spoke softly, and Xin'er leaned into his ear, which made him uncomfortable.

……

"Oh." Xin'er pouted, looking a little reluctant, and walked slowly to the other side of the bed.

The carriage traveled much smoother than riding a horse, and he didn't know how many people he would encounter to kill him on horseback, and he didn't know how many means he used, but with the sword in his hand, he thwarted everyone.

After about half an hour, the tea was almost finished.

Xin'er suddenly seemed to remember something, and said softly, "Sir, the swordsmanship is unparalleled, have you ever encountered an opponent?" "

It's a bold question, but it's compelling enough. The undefeated legend of the wind continues to exist.

Feng Ming nodded, no one in this world dared to say that he was the best in the world, and this prestige was just praised by others, he never cared about this.

Xin'er didn't seem to believe it, and asked, "How can there be an opponent sir?" "

Feng Ming stood up and walked out of the carriage. Xin'er hurriedly got up and followed.

There was a guardrail on the outside of the carriage, and the coachman had to be on the outside, so far from the inside.

Feng Ming stood there, looking ahead. The black hair kept flying as you walked.

Xin'er followed, standing behind him, silently waiting for Feng Ming to speak.

"It's a big world." Feng Ming said such a sentence, which made Xin'er stunned.

He went on to say, "I once had an opponent and he was very strong. "

Xin'er spoke, as if sighing. "Sir is right, this world is very big, so it's normal to meet an opponent, isn't it?"

Feng Ming shook his head, he just performed some tasks in Xidan, how dare he call him the first in the world. There are twelve dynasties standing in this land, and they are all evenly matched.

Besides, a powerful swordsman can't make too many waves in front of the soldiers and horses of the court, and so is he.

Seeing that Feng Ming was silent, Xin'er then asked, "Who is the best gentleman or that person?" "

Feng Ming was silent, silent for a while, and said, "It's comparable." "

Xin'er was stunned, comparable? She wouldn't find it strange when these words came out of anyone's mouth, but Feng Ming was different. Feng Ming would rather admit that he is not defeated by you, and he would not say that he doesn't want to go up and down, so what is it?

"If the gentleman says that he is comparable, then he must be an extraordinary character." Xin'er opened her mouth and turned around, walked into the carriage and slowly lay down on the bed.

She was puzzled, and she looked through her memories and didn't recall who could have such strength as Mr.

Her martial arts skills are not high, and she doesn't come to many places where she goes, so it's normal that she hasn't heard of it.

Because there are so many masters in this world.

Feng Ming looked into the distance, and the sun was about to set again. The glow of the setting sun shines directly on the carriage, which is dazzling.

He walked into the carriage and reached out to lower the curtain. Then he poked his head out and said, "You can drive slower at night." "

"Howler!" The coachman replied loudly.

Feng Ming returned to the bed and lay down as well. In addition to the stars in the night, there is also the killing machine in the sky, they have been walking for three hours, and there is no one on the road, which means that this night is not destined to be too quiet.

Xin'er stared blankly at the roof of the carriage, quickly got up, walked to a lamp, and gently turned it in one direction.

Airplanes~

Feng Ming also looked at it, and saw that the sealed roof of the carriage was separated on both sides, about a meter wide.

Xin'er looked at Feng Ming and said with a smile, "So that you can have stars at night, mother said that stars have different meanings for our country of wind." "

This kind of carriage is mostly made from one place, and Xin'er knows that it is not strange, so Feng Ming doesn't ask so much.

However, the stars in her mouth are intriguing, and His Majesty Luo Ming has a force in his hands, which is to specialize in stargazing and penetrating the sky.

There really can be something to be seen, otherwise how could His Majesty Luo Ming cultivate such a force?

The stars in the sky are the most intriguing, and they are being teleported...... There is a heavenly machine in it.

……

Not long after Feng Ming lay down, he stood up and picked up the saber in his hand.

Xin'er got up and asked, "What's wrong, sir?" "

"It's okay, they're here."

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Ming finished saying this, there was movement outside. The carriage was slowing down, and the coachman was drinking, it seemed that this road was not working?

"They?" Xin'er remembered what Feng Ming said at the inn before, and unconsciously leaned towards her husband.

Captured the Nether Snow in one day, and did not alarm the people in his mansion, such a person will not be simple.

Netherworld Snow Hima, martial arts are also first-class, and his kung fu may be called the best in the world.

"Sir, what now?" Xin'er opened her mouth, her face became a little pale, it was very dangerous in such a space.

Feng Ming pulled her behind her, motionless.

Xin'er didn't dare to say anything more, and even held her breath. She remembered what Wind Naru had said in the woods at the time, that the night should be quiet so that she could take out the enemy before they found out.

"Ahh

The coachman's screams came from outside the carriage, and at the same time, a smell of blood came, Feng Ming frowned, how could there be such a big smell of blood when he killed a person? It's not easy to come, no matter what the strength is, they have killed a lot of people.

……

The carriage continued to drive steadily, and at the same time it jolted, and the wheels pressed against the driver's body.

"Xin'er, sit down." Feng Ming pointed to the bed beside him, very calm.

She didn't hesitate and sat down. But his eyes have been staring at the door, there is no movement outside, the carriage is still moving smoothly, how many people are coming?

Feng Ming glanced at it a few times, but there was still no movement, he walked to the other side of the bed, sat down with his sword, and faced Xin'er.

"Sir, may I sit next to you?" Xin'er's face turned pale and she spoke in a trembling voice.

Feng Ming didn't answer, but looked outside the curtain, and someone came in.

"Mr. Fengming." The voice came from outside, but it was very indifferent, and this voice was Princess Zhaofeng.

Sure enough, after the curtain opened, it was the woman in the bamboo forest that day, that is, Princess Zhaofeng in Xin'er's mouth.

There was also a person behind her, her body was thin, there were many wounds on her face, showing his murderous intent, and there was a scimitar in her hand, and there was still some blood left, and the coachman was killed by him.

This murderous aura is also on him, Feng Ming frowned, he didn't like the smell very much.

Xin'er saw it, and she didn't know where the courage was, so she suddenly got up, strode up to the knife-wielding man, and said coldly, "You disturbed my husband." "

The man with the knife stared at Xin'er, and the murderous aura struck. Xin'er involuntarily took a few steps back.

Only then did he come back to his senses, shook his hand, and whispered, "You disturbed my husband!" "

The man with the knife was silent, but the scimitar in his hand was placed straight on Xin'er's neck.

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