Chapter 642: The Black-faced Coachman

Fortunately, Feng kneeling didn't know the meaning of these two sentences, otherwise, he would definitely be scared to pee his pants.

Three days later, Kaede knelt in a gorgeous carriage.

Outside the car window, the cold hits.

Kaede knelt down and wrapped her thin body in a thick thick. The boss who drove the car was a sturdy middle-aged man, with dark skin and a simple smile, and he looked like a simple and honest man.

I don't know if it's the car boss's superb skills, or the golden leaf that Feng knelt on his knees played a role. The brand-new and spacious carriage walked smoothly on the potholed road.

This is the official road to the capital, but I didn't expect the road conditions to be so bad.

Kaede knelt on the soft cushions and stretched her legs as straight as she could.

The owner of the car suddenly shouted, and the carriage slowly stopped.

Feng knelt down and frowned, "What's the matter?"

The car boss immediately replied: "Master Ke, there is a young woman lying on the official road. ”

Kaede knelt down and lifted the curtain, only to see a young and petite woman curled up not far in front of him.

The woman's face was beautiful, and her pale little face was sickly red.

In such a cold winter, this woman actually wore a thin low-cut jacket.

Kaede's kneeling eyes were slowly widening, his nose was fanning slightly, and a stream of heat rose up from his groin. Kaede knelt down and was thinking about it again.

The boss of the car is a person who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, and he can't see Feng's kneeling thoughts, he frowned, with an anxious look on his face: "Master Ke, should we go around?"

Feng knelt down and sat upright, and said solemnly: "Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter!"

The honest face of the car boss was full of smiles: "The guest master is really a bodhisattva, that little woman may promise to be ...... by then."

Feng knelt down with a cold face, and shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?

The woman was rescued to the car.

The woman's soft body leaned against the saddle, and a strong smell of alcohol hit her face.

Kaede knelt down and couldn't help but look at the woman's delicate little face.

The woman's little face was crimson, and her smooth and delicate forehead was covered with a faint mist. She breathed evenly, her towering chest rising and falling rhythmically. Kaede knelt and deliberately tilted his head over, he wanted to look at the woman's body, but he smelled a very strange fragrance.

Soon, Kaede fell asleep on his knees.

The big green horse pulling the cart is galloping.

It was snowing heavily, and it was falling all over the world.

The black-faced coachman was still beating his horse desperately, as if something very urgent was waiting for him to do.

The carriage suddenly turned into the Black Forest next to the official road.

The forest was full of tall and verdant old pine trees, and under the old pine trees, there were high raised graves.

In front of the grave, there are stone monuments more than one person high.

Here, it turned out to be a cemetery.

The carriage struggled through the woods. The deeper the forest, the darker the light.

There is no way forward. The dense pine and cypress trees form a natural barrier.

The black-faced coachman had a gloomy face and a solemn expression.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, and the woman's little pale face poked out.

Large snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky and landed on the face, nose, and eyebrows of the black-faced coachman......

The woman's face no longer has the kind of charm just now, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows have a look of grievance.

The black-faced coachman stood in the snow, looking like a general commanding thousands of troops.

The woman sighed and suddenly said, "Next, what should we do next?"

The black-faced coachman looked at the woman coldly, and only after a while did he say, "You can go!" You go back and tell your master that Xu someone's face is black, but this heart is bright red.

The woman looked at the black-faced coachman in a daze, her eyes full of pain and loneliness. She looked at the sky with lost eyes, and her voice was trembling: "If you don't say it, I know that what you promised others will definitely be done!"

The black-faced coachman did not speak, and his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

The woman slowly got out of the car, as if talking to herself: "Maybe in your eyes, I am an out-and-out slut woman, in fact, I also want to live a normal life." ”

The black-faced coachman said coldly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and you can't help yourself! No one will blame you." ”

The woman's Tie Qing's lips trembled violently: "Maybe no one really blames me, because no one cares about me at all and takes me to heart." ”

The muscles on the black-faced coachman's face throbbed violently, and the corners of his stubborn mouth twitched violently twice, and he turned his back to the sky, letting the cold snowflakes cover his face.

The woman suddenly pounced, put her arms around his broad shoulders, and sobbed, "I know you have me in your heart...... But why do you ...... Never said it?"

The muscles on the black-faced coachman's face were violently tugging again, and he stood in the wind and snow, unable to move, as if he had become a lifeless statue.

The woman pressed her little tear-filled face against his broad, solid back, and her body trembled gently from sobbing.

The woman spoke again, like a lover's dream in the dark: "These days...... I'm thinking about you...... As long as you want...... I ......"

The woman didn't finish the words, but she knew that the words that were not finished were the most charming and charming.

The black-faced coachman was bruised, his eyes widened, his teeth gritted, his fists clenched, and his whole body trembled. He turned around sharply and slapped the woman's little crimson face.

The force of this slap was too great, and the woman's petite body had flown out, and she was bleeding from her mouth and nose.

The black-faced coachman looked at his palm, and his whole body trembled even more, he knew the power of the slap he had just made. Deep in his heart, the unforgettable resentment gradually loosened with this slap.

The woman's soft body was reclining in the snow, and her little face was terribly pale.

The black-faced driver turned his face away to see the snowflakes flying in the sky.

The woman suddenly laughed, and the laughter was poignant and sad, which made people feel sad to hear.

The big green horse next to him suddenly looked up to the sky and neighed.

The big green horse trampled back and forth in the snow, and the whole carriage was violently stirring.

The black-faced coachman looked back in shock.

The big green horse actually had a short sword stuck in his body. A piece of parchment was pinned to the tip of the sword.

On the parchment is a line of fly-headed letters.

"There is nothing in white clothes, so I have to be full of spring!"

The black-faced coachman's pupils constricted. He clenched his fists, his face pale.

But he really couldn't figure out that his secret actions had been exposed again.

The woman stopped laughing, her charming eyes full of panic and fear.

In the Ethereal Continent, there are probably not many people who don't know about the white-clothed stream! This mysterious organization has secretive actions, but its power is amazing.

(End of chapter)