282. Chapter 282 Hang the City Gate

"Honorable Emperor Xuan, I'm sorry, the hospitality is not good", Phantom Xingchen said and sat beside Nan Wufeng without any worries. Romance debuts

Nan Wufeng didn't get up, he still sat side by side with him, he naturally knew what he meant, that is, he regarded this river as his territory.

"The high priest is really leisurely, he doesn't pretend to be a ghost in the wolf country, and run to the prosperous country to show off his coquettishness", Nan Wufeng closed his eyes quietly and said slowly.

Phantom Xingchen laughed, "Coquettish, I don't know if Emperor Xuan bought my account."

Nan Wufeng silently spoke.

Phantom Xingchen put away his laughter, and smiled lightly, "This priest wants to borrow Emperor Xuan's jade-faced iron fan for use", this sentence easily came out of his mouth.

Nan Wufeng snorted coldly, "Yes, what the high priest said is better than singing."

"Yo~", Phantom Xingchen changed his tune, "It seems that Emperor Xuan is unwilling to borrow it, since this is the case, I have to borrow Emperor Xuan's woman."

Nan Wufeng, who was light and light, had a slight change, "You dare!" ”。

Phantom Xingchen's extremely charming face approached Nan Wufeng, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a gloomy smile, "Then let's wait and see, someone will hang Nan Wufeng on the city wall."

Before the soldiers could rush over, Nan Wufeng stood up by himself and walked towards the outside of the hall, but none of the soldiers in this group dared to step forward, just followed him.

"Phantom Xingchen, what do you mean, why don't you just solve this bane with one sword", Nanyue Wan'er said dissatisfied.

"This priest does things, he never needs to explain, if you still want to get benefits from me, just shut my stinky mouth", Phantom Xingchen also left the Taihe Hall after speaking, and he didn't glance at them at all from entering the hall to leaving the hall.

There are only two people left in the Taihe Palace, Yun Jiqing and Nanyue Wan'er, and now they can only follow the phantom star morning, endure it, and wait for a qiē to get their hands.

Soon it was dark, and a horse-drawn carriage drove quickly through the forest, seemingly calm and green, but full of dangers.

Tonight's night sky was unusually bright, with a reddish blue, starry all the way to the sky, and the whole forest as far as the eye could see, brighter than the afternoon sun.

So the coachman had a wide field of vision, and the carriage ran at a high speed without any scruples.

Donkey~, the sound of horses' hooves broke through the clear night sky, and the carriage came to an abrupt halt.

A group of black-clothed people surrounded the carriage, and Qingmei and Beiying got out of the carriage to confront the black shadows around them, both of them blindfolded, and only listened with their ears.

In an instant, black and white are intertwined, swords and swords.

The alternating sound of weapons outside the carriage was chaotic, and the wooden Xi in the carriage was still asleep.

The people who were fighting did not notice the vision of the sky.

Three or four meteors appeared in the starry sky and streaked across the sky, and one of the shining sparks did not follow the trajectory, but rowed into the carriage, which instantly caught fire.

Qingmei, who turned around, found the carriage on fire, "It's on fire, Miss is still in the carriage, Beiying is here for you", no longer wrestling with the man in black, and ran to the carriage.

The fire grew all at once, and Qingmei couldn't get close at all.

"Miss, Miss", Qingmei shouted into the carriage, flouting the flames with her clothes, and the more she fought, the more anxious Qingmei became, she simply threw down her clothes and was about to drill into the carriage.

"Ahem", a continuous coughing sound came from the carriage.

A shrunken figure emerged from under the carriage.

"Miss!" , Qingmei helped Mu Xi up from under the carriage.

"Are you going to burn me to death, ahem", Mu Xi slapped his chest, his face black coal.

Qingmei slapped Mu Xi's back, "Qingmei doesn't know why this carriage caught fire, aren't you in the carriage, Miss?" So get under the wagon."

Qingmei's words reminded Mu Xi, "Anyway, why am I in the carriage?" There is no wind in the south".

Qingmei bit her lip and hesitated, "Your Majesty, he said that he will be there in a while, let's go first."

"Really?" , Mu Xi looked at Qingmei suspiciously, and knew that he was lying, in this way, Nan Wufeng must be in danger now.

On the other side, due to the large number of people, Beiying was injured and Yan Zòng was almost unable to hold on.

Faceless Man! Mu Xi recognized these monsters at a glance, no wonder Beiying and Qingmei covered their eyes, for fear of being bewitched by these demons, but blindfolding them like this would greatly reduce Beiying's combat effectiveness.

Then this is where she comes in handy.

Mu Xi threw out the golden red silk from his sleeve, and the red silk swayed with the dance of his feet, and the copper coins on the silk made a jingling sound, hitting the eardrums of the faceless man wave after wave.

The Faceless Man resisted at first, but soon shook his head as if listening to a beautiful tune, looking like he was enjoying it.

Suddenly, Mu Xi's feet jumped, his body rotated rapidly, his hands spun quickly in the air, and the red silk also swirled, and the crisp sound became more and more dense.

The faceless man on the ground howled in pain as if he had been poisoned.

Mu Xi spun down continuously, and the faceless people on the ground fell to the ground one after another, foaming at the mouth and twitching their feet.

They were completely defenseless, and Hokuei and Ome on one side took the opportunity to plunge a knife into their chests, ending their lives.

At this time, Mu Xi has also slowly landed on the ground, this red silk is indeed very good, plus he practiced the 'dance', the internal force has improved, the dance posture is casual, the use of this silk to the ground, a small thing.

Mu Xi, who put away the red silk, asked directly to Beiying: "From morning to night, is Nanwufeng always in the palace?"

Beiying didn't speak, just looked at Mu Xi.

fack! Mu Xi scolded, got up and went straight to Jiangdu.

"Miss, wait for me", Qingmei already knew that the matter had come to this point, and she couldn't stop Miss, so she looked at Beiying when she was about to follow, "Together?" ”。

"No, I still have to finish what the master explained", Beiying said calmly, and left in a hurry to the depths of the forest.

From morning to now, it has been more than ten hours, and I don't know how Nan Wufeng is now, those dead soldiers just now are people from the Wolf Cang Kingdom, presumably the Wolf Cang Kingdom has already occupied the palace, so is Nan Wufeng okay?

Thinking of this, Mu Xi's heart couldn't help shrinking, raising a layer of internal force and speeding up.

When he was still a few miles away from the city gate, Mu Xi saw something hanging at the city gate, and as the distance got closer, the appearance of the thing became clearer and clearer.

It was a person, his hands were tied with thick ropes, hanging on the city wall, his long hair covered his entire face, and the familiar figure, although he couldn't see what it looked like, Mu Xi still recognized it.

No wind in the south! Mu Xi silently recited his name, jumped up, and walked up the eaves and walls, ignoring the people who were lying in ambush in the grass.

Mu Xi tightened the thick rope with one hand, pulled his hair with the other, his closed eyes were lifeless, a white face came into view, even the lip color was no longer bloody, and the chapped lips were not bloody.