After the four of them had breakfast, they packed their luggage and tents and got into the carriage and continued their departure.

The sky is blue, and the chrysanthemums all over the mountains are blooming......

The front of the carriage was still driven by Chu Yang and Xiao Bai, Chu Yang was thoughtful, Xiao Bai kept looking at Chu Yang who was distracted, in the carriage, Hua Xichen was meditating with his eyes closed, and Hongluan was gently leaning against the window of the carriage, his face was slightly red, and he was also thinking about something.

Thinking of last night, he and the nerd did such a shameful thing, thinking of this, Hongluan's face turned even redder, the nerd still called his wife, Hongluan's heart was sweet and sweet, with a smile on his face, thinking that he and the nerd had finally taken another step, very happy, as for getting along with each other slowly, since ancient times, it is easy to fall in love and difficult to get along.

Hua Xichen next to her looked at Hongluan herself and pondered and laughed there, and she didn't know how many times she had despised her.

The wind was loud, the sound of horses' hooves was far and near, and the petals were floating like the ocean, but Hua Xichen on the side frowned and clenched the knife, pricked up his ears, and a contemptuous smile leaked from his mouth.

"Wife, what beautiful flowers you see, flying all over the sky" Xiaobai opened the curtain and said to Hua Xichen flatteringly.

"Shut up, drive the carriage faster" Xiaobai originally wanted to please his daughter-in-law, don't be scolded.

"Oh, I see, what a murderer!" Xiaobai innocently turned around and sped up the speed of driving, although she didn't know why her daughter-in-law murdered her, she knew that her daughter-in-law definitely had a reason for saying this!

Twelve samurai, dressed in black, wearing masks and swords, rode horses and chased the carriage a few hundred meters away.

They set off as soon as they received the mission, threatening people to find out their whereabouts along the way. Passers-by were frightened when they saw them holding knives in masks, for fear that they would accidentally become ghosts under the knife.