**I made a mistake in the previous chapter, and I wrote the third chapter as a turning point into the second chapter, and changed it. Now let's discuss whether or not to continue the abuse, hehe**

The windows of the carriage were broken, and the space inside the carriage was limited, and there was no other hiding place except for Zhirong and a few people hiding under the pedals. However, people are most crazy when they are on the verge of death. A few homeless people broke into the carriage and wanted to drag Zhirong and a few people out.

Chunhua, where would they let these crazy people get close to their masters, they just protected Zhirong and pushed her to the innermost, and Zhirong refused to let them block for themselves, but where did one person fight for five girls. She was so blocked by them that she couldn't move.

Hiss, there was a sound of clothes tearing, and Zhirong saw that Xia Jin's shirt was torn, and it was not okay to go on like this. Sooner or later, they will die at the hands of these displaced people. Sure enough, the sound of tearing clothes came one after another, and the outermost Xia Jin and Chunhua were only left with their underwear intact.

Their clothes are all designed by Zhirong, and they are all more delicate than those of ordinary small family ladies, even the fabric and style of the lining are not ordinary.

"It's these rich and noble people who killed us! Kill them! A thin middle-aged woman with a dark and yellow face stared at Zhirong and the others, gritting her teeth and saying. They were shot, so they also blamed Zhirong and the others. When man is facing death, his mind is completely lost.

Zhirong and a few people were shocked, was they going to die at the hands of these homeless people?

"I haven't married a wife in my life, and I die like this, and I won't be blind when I die. You will be my wife for a while, and we will die together. A young man with a bloodstained face saw Xia Jin and hugged her all of a sudden, and several women never expected that someone would be crazy like this. I'm going to die, and I can still have such thoughts.

Xia Jin struggled, but her body was already weak, and she could break free. The man had taken off his outer pants. Zhirong was shocked, "No! Please don't. I'll take her place! "But how can a mad man pay attention to her? Chunhua and Qiushi couldn't care about their own efforts to stop the man at this time, and temporarily protected Xia Jin.

"She has the best clothes, so kill her first!" The sharp-eyed one has already seen the identity of Zhirong's master.

"I'll let you die first!" Embroidery kicked the man away and then gave the woman who spoke, and her fists and feet came in handy at this time. But after kicking them out, three women came in.

It was still the woman who took the lead, and this time it seemed that they had learned their lesson, knowing that Zhirong and the others did not dare to get up, so they simply pressed on a few girls. immobilizes them. She was holding a feather arrow in her hand, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and this arrow was fiercely thrust into Zhirong's head!

Feathered arrows again. I was killed under the feather arrow in my last life, do I have to do it again in this life?

There was a thud, the sound of feathered arrows entering the flesh, and the fierce woman suddenly fell. smashed on Qing'er. The same voice followed, and the other women and the homeless people who were about to get into the carriage seemed to have been shot in just an instant.

Zhirong and a few people were not damaged at all, and someone saved them? Thinking like this, Zhirong heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching and quickly reached the vicinity of the car, followed by the sound of swords entering flesh, and the screams of people before they died.

"Miss Bai San, in the hot wind, I took a few girls to the camp on the orders of my master." Yan Feng stood in front of the carriage at this time. Bow respectfully to Zhirong. Originally, he was to show respect, but he happened to see Xia Jin wearing only underwear. And the neckline of the shirt there has been torn, and suddenly the face is red and don't turn around.

Xia Jin was surprisingly calm. glanced at him coldly and stopped caring about it, and suddenly her body was wrapped in clothes, she looked down and saw that it was a black cloak, and when she looked up again, Yan Feng was already facing Zhirong.

Zhirong and the others are also very wolf now, but after all, they are from a big family, and a few people are usually in the usual demeanor. Zhirong's hair had fallen out because of the arrow on his head, and the hairpin was broken. Several girls also had messy hair, and some of them had blood stains on their faces.

"Let's get out of the car." Zhirong opened her mouth, and several girls hurriedly dragged her out, and everyone got out of the carriage. Chunhua helped Xia Jin, for fear that what had just happened would stimulate her. However, Xia Jin was very calm, and his eyes were still as clear water. She bowed slightly to Yan Feng to thank him for the affection of his cloak.

Yan Feng was stunned, he thought that this girl would cry and vent, but he didn't expect it to be so calm. And when he saw those clear eyes, it seemed that somewhere in his heart was touched. He has been by Yanhua's side for many years and has been born and died with him, and he has never thought about his children's private affairs. I have seen many women, but there are few like Zhirong's master and servant.

It's rare to see something like Xia Jin. With a chuckle in his heart, he secretly laughed at how he suddenly thought about these things.

Yan Feng was very thoughtful Zhirong and several people had already taken the new carriage, but he didn't expect a few people to be like that, and he had prepared a few cloaks, but there were no hairpins. Zhirong didn't care so much, and her hair was curled up casually and she went to Yanhua's camp.

The camp was more than a hundred miles away, but they didn't meet anyone from Yuebei City, so they must have retreated farther away.

In the camp was a large flag with the word "Yan" on it. It seems that the soldiers here are all the private troops of the Yan family. The soldiers were not surprised to see a few women coming in, they were still doing their own thing, which showed that they were disciplined. It is heavily guarded, and it is close to the mountains, so it is difficult to be spotted, and it is indeed safe.

I hadn't seen the Yan family's banner in the city before, and it seemed that those were probably the city guards. Yan Hua was really thoughtful, he gave him such a hot potato from above, if he didn't make it lose his reputation, he simply didn't need his cronies, you must know that the city guards would not be loyal to him. But there is a question that Zhirong can't figure out, which family doesn't have a private army, and how can the one on the throne be willing to use the city guard.

Maybe this is Yanhua's ability, no matter what he does, he is thoughtful and leaves a way back for himself.

Gradually, the night was getting deeper, and Zhirong rested in the tent specially prepared for them by Yanhua, accompanied by Chunhua and Xia Jin, and the rest of the little girls were in the tent not far from the side. Two tents were set up in the safest and cleanest part of the camp. The patrols on the periphery have never stopped, and they are all masters.

Yan Feng arranged a qiē and waited for the master to come back. Today's master is too abnormal, he always feels that Bai Zhirong's appearance is not good for the master, and she will not go according to the original plan as soon as she appears a lot of things. The treasured fake death pill before is, and there is still the maintenance of her everywhere, and the protection of today.

His master should never be such a person. He sat by the brook frowning and thought as he suddenly felt someone approaching, and the instinct of the guards for years had caused him to strike his sword with lightning speed, the tip of which was pointed at the white skin, right at the throat.

Seeing that he was coming, he must have hurriedly put away his sword. If it weren't for the fact that there was no murderous aura behind him just now, that person's throat would have been pierced a long time ago. He took a deep breath, "Miss Xia, what are you doing here?" "I don't know why I wanted to say what you came to disturb me, but the words changed when they came to their mouths.

It's weird, he's used to seeing knives, guns, sticks, and rivers of blood, how can he only face this Xia Jin but have a very powerless feeling, and he doesn't know where to start. Could it be that this girl can't do any witchcraft?

Xia Jin was still faint, and handed him something with both hands. "Thank you!" There are no more words, she is not a woman with many words, but she is a person with clear grievances.

The sword of Yan Feng came suddenly, she couldn't dodge, but she didn't feel afraid, and she didn't know why, she decided that this man was strong on the outside, but he was still very kind-hearted.

In the Bai family, she was used to seeing dirty things, and she thought that the men in this world were nothing more than that, there was no one in the eyes of the high, and the villain's ambition was even more rampant. But the person in front of him is an iron-clad man.

The hand that took the cloak had several deep scars, and it looked very hideous and terrifying.

"This is left over from the battle with my master in southern Xinjiang, not counting the sword wounds and knife wounds on my body. It's the same with the master.

Xia Jin smiled slightly, beautiful against the backdrop of the moonlight. Yan Feng froze instantly. "You're going to laugh, huh?"

What is this called, Xia Jin felt funny, and turned his head and went back without saying much. Du Liuyan muttered on the spot: "Did I say the wrong thing?" ”

The events of this day made several women tired, and Zhirong and a few people were about to rest, but they heard someone talking outside, and the voice was Yanhua.

"Chunhua lights out." Zhirong didn't want to see him at this time, or didn't know how to face it,

Then I didn't hear Yan Hua's voice again, Zhirong didn't sleep well this night, the dream was full of blood-stained people, struggling to walk towards her, the crying of children, the abuse of women, the fierceness of men, she stepped back step by step, and suddenly stuck to a cold chest, the top of her head was a warm and good-smelling man's breath, he said gently: "Don't be afraid." ”

Zhi Rong got up suddenly, those homeless people are not terrible, the most terrifying thing is the person in the dream, and she seems to rely on that chest in the dream, and she likes that breath very much.

"The girl is up, and the slave maid will dress you." Chunhua came in with hot water, Zhirong lightly painted makeup, and her hair was still draped.

Chunhua sighed: "You can't prepare until you arrive in the capital, let's put down your hair first." ”

"You stand down." The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the morning sun shone on the man, and the golden streaks on the black base flowed with the sunlight.

The person who came in was Yanhua, but Chunhua was not his girl who only listened to Zhirong, and Zhirong gave her a reassuring smile. "You go find Xia Jin."

Stay until Chunhua leaves. Yan Hua walked over slowly, and Zhirong was just about to get up, he immediately said; "Sit still!"

Zhirong wanted to say something, he seemed to know the other party, and immediately said, "Don't speak." The voice was similar to the gentleness of the dream, and his eyes were completely devoid of the coldness and desperation of yesterday's city.

"It's really dishonest, there can be such a big turmoil in the capital, and I am not in a hurry to see me for a while. The hair is messed up, it's ugly. It's a shame to go into the city like this, and she's still a young lady from a big family. ”

Yan Hua said and gently stroked her inky hair, picked up the comb with one hand and gently combed the long hair with the other, and then picked up the long hair on both sideburns with makeup, and was very skilled in braiding it. It was a deft movement in her hair, an indescribable taste. (To be continued......)