Chapter Seventy-Seven: Fugitives

Mu Changjun and Han Xuan didn't say a word in the carriage, Han Xuan lacked too much memory of Mu Changjun, and didn't know what to say at all, just followed the reaction of his body and heart, and didn't have any rejection of him, but Mu Changjun was left to her, as long as he stayed by her side.

The carriage galloped in the dark all night, but Yi Zitang and a person who practiced martial arts also felt tired, when the sky was getting brighter, they had already arrived at the next town, and the surrounding scenery was already visible, Yi Zitang felt that the scenery along the way was a little familiar, but he remembered that he had never been to Chu at all.

The rather spiritual horse took a few of them to an inn, and when the innkeeper saw the three of them coming in, he didn't ask anything, and took them directly to the guest room, it seems that someone has already made up for it, Yi Zitang feels that Mu Changjun is sometimes quite good.

Mu Changjun felt that his subordinates were still quite good at doing things, and he didn't specifically explain what room he wanted, but the results surprised and satisfied him, a good private room and a medium room, although he didn't intentionally throw the middle room to Yi Zitang, but he left Han Xuan by his side.

"The boss said that there is no extra room now, so I have to aggrieved Qianyu to share a room with me"

Mu Changjun carried his baggage, and entered the private room as a matter of course, Han Xuan, who was following him, looked back at Yi Zitang, only to see him standing at the corner of the corridor, also looking at himself, gentle eyes, Han Xuan felt warm in his heart, and smiled at Yi Zitang, Yi Zitang nodded distractedly, Mu Changjun happened to see this scene when he turned around, and his face, which was still a little happy just now, was immediately frozen again.

Mu Changjun: You're tired, rest early.

Mu Changjun, who had a cold face, pulled Han Xuan into the house and closed the door angrily.

Han Xuan: Actually, you can live in a room with Yi Zitang.

Han Xuan was a little hindsight, and only thought of this problem when she entered the house, but it didn't seem to be the time to solve this problem now, if she wasn't careful, she was caught by Mu Changjun again, I'm afraid she didn't know what she said wrong.

Mu Changjun: You just want to push me out like that? Or do you want to be with him?

Mu Changjun grabbed Han Xuan's wrist and pressed her against the wall, his body stood against her curves, and his heavy breath blew on Han Xuan's face, he was obviously very angry, Han Xuan didn't understand why he had this idea.

Han Xuan: You...... You are simply unreasonable.

She struggled hard with her little hands, trying to escape from Mu Changjun's hands, he gave her an invisible pressure, pressing her out of breath, she wanted to escape from this sense of oppression.

Mu Changjun: Am I unreasonable? You say I'm unreasonable?

Mu Changjun angrily grabbed the pearl hairpin jade crown on his head, and even the human skin mask on his face was torn off by him, the gorgeous outer veil was shattered with internal force, and the hair that had lost the support of the object fell down like a waterfall, and it was on his shoulders like a waterfall, and Leng Jun's face was a little more soft.

Han Xuan was so frightened by Mu Changjun's actions that she couldn't speak, and her body could only lean against the wall, seeing Mu Changjun's appearance, she was a little unbearable, a little sad, more than when she faced Yi Zitang, the guilt in her heart was intense, and it seemed that she owed him too much.

Han Xuan: I'm ...... I, I don't mean to, I don't know why......

Han Xuan suddenly wanted to explain to Mu Changjun, but her words stopped when she looked up, Mu Changjun was looking at her, it was a pair of eyes that had appeared in a dream, or the eyes that accompanied her in reality, she looked up at Mu Changjun in dismay.

"Why should I explain it to him? He is obviously unreasonable, using his own thoughts to speculate on others"

Han Xuan still had such thoughts in his heart, resisting his inexplicable actions, Han Xuan felt that the thoughts in his heart were his true self, not the self that became inexplicable when he saw Mu Changjun.

Mu Changjun: Qianyu, you don't need to apologize to me, it's just that I beg you to wake up, don't run away, we have nowhere to run.

What Mu Changjun said became more and more incomprehensible to Han Xuan, his sincere and pitying eyes made people suspicious, Han Xuan panicked, what did he mean by escaping? Do they need to escape?

Han Xuan: You haven't slept all night, you must be tired, you rest early, I'll read a book for a while.

Han Xuan felt a faint pain in her head, and pretended to put the topic away calmly, she didn't want to discuss those things that gave her a headache with Mu Changjun now, she thought that Mu Changjun would continue to entangle, but unexpectedly he let go of his hand, looking very lonely.

Mu Changjun: It's not that you're not sober, you just don't want to admit it, you don't want to admit it......

Mu Changjun smiled bitterly a few times, shaking Han Xuan's shoulder vigorously, eager to shake this woman awake, why did she firmly believe that she was still in a dream? Why does a person forget everything?

Hanxuan: What am I unwilling to admit?

Han Xuan interrupted Mu Changjun's words urgently, looked at him with fear, and waved Mu Changjun's hand away with her arm, she couldn't wait to know what Mu Changjun was going to say to herself, she even saw a trace of uneasiness in Mu Changjun's eyes, she just wanted to know why she was like this, she couldn't wait to know something, but there was another self in her heart that was resisting.

Mu Changjun: Acknowledging ...... You are...... Well, I'm tired today, so you can rest for a while, and you have to hurry at night.

Mu Changjun couldn't help but say more, and took her hand again into the back room, Mu Changjun was worried that the two of them who were so embarrassed should get along, fortunately there were two beds in the house, he could rest for a while on the small bed outside, and with him guarding the outhouse, Han Xuan didn't have to worry, and slept peacefully.

In the simple hut, Yi Zitang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, helpless but unable to sleep, there was something pressing in his heart, even gasping for breath would hurt a little, he habitually touched the blood on his arm, but the arm was empty, his fingers touched the air, he was so frightened that he sat up from the bed, rolled up his sleeves and looked carefully, the blood was indeed gone, he didn't pay much attention when he changed clothes before, but now it is gone.

Blood gouging is a spiritual weapon, it will not disappear for no reason, let alone fall somewhere, Yi Zitang sat on the bed and pondered, the last time he used bloody gouging was to fight with Han Xuan, he remembered that he had been holding on to the bloody gouge at that time, as for the two of them falling into the water later, the bloody gouging also returned to his hands, didn't he change clothes and enter the baggage?

Yi Zitang lay on the bed and barely slept for a while, he was not at ease in his heart, he was going to go to Mu Changjun's room to have a look, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he pretended to be full of worries and fell asleep, he was full of exhaustion and slept soundly, just a few hours passed quickly, Yi Zitang was awakened by the sound of horses' hooves, listening to this sound as if a large group of people had arrived at the inn.

Yi Zitang gently leaned against the window and looked outside, as expected, dozens of southern soldiers on horseback came from outside the inn, all dressed in the same color, looking not ordinary soldiers, the innkeeper was talking to them about something, Yi Zitang chuckled in his heart.

"Could it be that Mu Changjun's plan was seen through?"

He looked out the window intently, but unfortunately he couldn't hear what they said, Yi Zitang shook his head in distress, in fact, the distance from downstairs to downstairs was not far, with his skills, he could hear his conversation clearly, but, what happened today? Too tired?

The southern soldiers outside the inn collectively dismounted and entered the inn, the originally quiet inn suddenly became noisy, and all the guests who lived in the guest rooms on the first floor were driven out, all the southern soldiers searched the first floor, and then went up to the second floor, Yi Zitang looked at the end of the corridor with some worry, Mu Changjun and their house was on the edge of the corridor, but he didn't expect that there was no movement there, and he didn't dare to take it lightly without getting Mu Changjun and Han Xuan's words, and honestly went back to bed to lie down.

Yi Zitang was the first to be called out among the tenants on the second floor, and a group of southern soldiers escorted all the people in the inn to the door, interrogating them one by one, Yi Zitang lowered his head and mixed in the crowd, a pair of eyes looked for Han Xuan and Mu Changjun in the crowd, and it took a long time to find them in the crowd.

Han Xuan has been pretending to be a patient in Mu Changjun's arms, she has been closing her eyes, not daring to look at the eyes of others, this is all to blame Mu Changjun for pretending to be a seriously ill Qinglou woman, not to mention the airtight clothes all over her body, and the exposed half of her face has also added a lot of frightening pus, thinking about it, I feel aggrieved.

Everyone went through some inquiry, seeing that this matter was almost over, those southern soldiers had already finished their equipment and were about to leave, at the same time, there was a commotion outside, as if a few more people had come, Mu Changjun looked at the crowd outside the inn, hugged Han Xuan's arm and tightened it a little, Han Xuan looked up and looked at him in dismay.

Mu Changfeng rode a white horse to ride the wind, wearing a silver armor waist and a long sword, his eyes were like fire, he was looking for something in the crowd, probably guessing that someone would disguise himself and sneak into the inn, Nanbing only searched this street in half a day, this is the last inn.

Mu Changjun deliberately wiped the sweat on Han Xuan's forehead with the silk handkerchief in his hand, and took the opportunity to block Han Xuan's eyes, so that Mu Changfeng would not have the slightest chance to notice her, and Han Xuan could only obediently lean on his chest, not looking at others, and was thinking about things with his eyes closed.

As smart as him, as keen as him, Mu Changfeng sat on horseback, his eyes gently swept over the crowd and noticed something unusual, he looked at the few people in the crowd with strange expressions, and the few people on both sides looked like Hongchen women, but Mu Changfeng could feel that they knew martial arts.

Mu Changfeng got off the horse and walked in front of everyone slowly, Han Xuan saw Mu Changfeng through the silk handkerchief, dressed in silver, with slender legs moving, and a strangely shaped weapon on his arm, that is...... Morning Dragon? Han Xuan was very familiar with the weapon on Mu Changfeng's arm, she immediately touched the back of her hand, and the slender back of her hand was smooth.