Although the woman in the boy's arms was dressed in a sacrificial robe, she was slender, and it was not difficult to tell that it was a woman.

No one expected that on such an occasion, there would be a picture of one of the six princes of the Warring States forcibly robbing the people's daughter, and all the cultivators were dumbfounded.

"Wait, shouldn't the lady go somewhere else? How can there be a woman here? ”

"Chunhuajun and the others just came in, there should be no female official to receive it...... Wait, the sacrificial garment? ”

As long as you are a participant in this year's Beginner Festival, no one will not remember that festival dance.

Whether you want to or not, you can't forget the woman in that sacrificial robe.

The participants of this year's Beginner Ceremony looked at the somewhat familiar figure on the tree and suddenly shouted, "Isn't that the former Qin princess?" ”

Hearing the exclamations of the people around them, everyone looked at Murong Feixing hanging from the tree in amazement, and Ji Jiashu holding the hilt of the sword with his head bowed under the tree.

What's going on?

Is this Feng Huajun suddenly snatching Chunhuajun's fiancée to the tree?

Although Fenghuajun has always been such a foolish master, but which one is this?

However, at this moment, a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and they saw Ji Jiashu suddenly draw his sword out of the sheath.

"Wait...... Chunhuajun, not so ......"

"Where are the guards? In the ......"

Everyone will collect their blades before they ascend the altar, but before they start, everyone panicked when they looked at the Spring Thunder Sword that suddenly came out of its sheath.

Xu Yishan, who was about to move behind Ji Jiashu, and Jiang Yuanyuan, who met with them after going up the mountain, saw this scene and postponed drawing their swords. After all, they didn't have the strength to rashly fight against the Divine Dance Realm, but they didn't expect Ji Jiashu to be so decisive.

Ji Jiashu drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed at the young man in the tree, "Murong Feixing, you let her go!" ”

The nimble boy who was as nimble as a monkey had a cynical smile on his face, one hand hanging from a tree, and the other hand dangling the woman in his arms.

The woman in his arms should have fainted with fright, she didn't move, and she didn't struggle when she picked her up, Murong Feixing felt that it was not okay to worry, and looked at the nervous people under the tree and laughed.

"Chunhua, don't be so stingy. It's rare that you have a daughter-in-law, so let me try ......"

The young man's words suddenly stopped, and his gaze moved stiffly down at a small arrow against his throat.

The girl in her arms looked calm, and the arrow in her hand was too steady.

Ying Baoyue held the arrow and looked at him quietly, pointing to the ground.

Murong Feixing had a beastly intuition about danger, even if he was a cultivator of the Divine Dance Realm, he would not be as fast as the other party's hand when he was hit by the outbreak of the vital True Yuan.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't even notice how she did it.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was stunned and motionless, Ying Baoyue pointed to the ground again.

She didn't say a word the whole time.

The boy obediently put it down.

Murong Feixing's feet fell to the ground, and Ying Baoyue jumped out of his arms, put away the arrows and patted the dust on his body.

Murong Feixing looked at him in disbelief, and what was even more unbelievable was that he found that Ji Jiashu had taken the sword back as if nothing had happened, and the group of people behind him didn't seem to be much surprised on their faces.

"Feixing," Jiang Yuanyuan looked at him with pity, "Chunhua, he just drew his sword not to save her, but to save you." ”

Murong Feixing stood in place.

"It's like I'm terrible," Ying Baoyue walked towards where he was standing, "and I won't really kill him." ”

It's just a naughty bear child, she can tell what is malicious and what is nonsense, and besides, he is still the younger brother of that person, and she only warns before she goes too far.

"You ......" Murong Feixing looked at her back, his chest heaving, "It's just a rank six, and I'm ......"

"What? Do you think she wouldn't dare kill you? "I saw with my own eyes how she used the exploding carriage to toss Zhao Guang, who was ranked fifth. The one-on-one battle on the battlefield was indeed inferior to the fifth rank, but he knew how versatile this woman's methods were, and she could kill half the life of this heartless little prince with just a little poison, not to mention that there was a lesson ahead.

"Feng Huajun, do you know Yeluqi?" Zhao Guang asked.

"Huh? You say the young son of the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty? Murong Feixing frowned, "I know." However, he seems to have been seriously injured recently. ”

After all, they are the same age, they are the young sons of the king of a country, and they used to play together when they were young, but Yeluqi often shouts and kills, and he is estranged if he doesn't like it.

"Do you know who Jeruqi was?" Zhao Guang looked at Murong Feixing sympathetically.

"Who?" Murong Feixing was stunned for a moment, he didn't care so much about Yeluqi, but he thought that he could abolish that barbarian, and he thought that he was a very brave and strong man......

Brawny......

Seeing that everyone's eyes all looked at the woman standing in front of Ji Jiashu, a chill suddenly felt on Murong Feixing's back.

No way......

Ying Baoyue didn't stop Zhao Guang from intimidating Murong Feixing, after all, giving the bear child some feed called horror could keep him from causing trouble, she didn't want to lose the face of the old man, so this little Langjun was quite troublesome for her.

"Are you alright?" Ji Jiashu looked at her and asked.

"Well," Ying Baoyue smiled, "There are so many people, how can there be anything." ”

If there are fewer people, she will be fine.

After all, it takes a small number of people to kill people and destroy traces.

Of course, the little boy had no murderous intent towards her, and she wouldn't touch him.

"What the hell was going on with that arrow you just had?" Murong Feixing's questioning voice came from behind her, and he couldn't help but ask after he endured it.

"What's that trick called?"

Ying Baoyue turned her head.

"I didn't hurt you, you can always tell me," Murong Feixing was a little weak-hearted, and the next moment he thought that he hadn't done anything wrong, so he puffed up his chest and said with a strong momentum.

Ying Baoyue looked at the white-clothed young man who was staring at her behind her, and smiled, "You and your eldest brother are really different in temperament. ”

Murong Feixing was stunned when he heard this, "How do you know ......?"

"Flying Star."

At this time, a man's calm voice came from behind the crowd, stopping the secret that Murong Feixing had almost revealed.

Ji Jiashu and the others raised their heads, looked at the Hou Liao cultivator in white clothes, and walked out of an older son, and the people who came came to apologize to Ying Baoyue and the others.

"I'm sorry, my brother is stubborn, let everyone laugh."

Looking at this somewhat unfamiliar young man from Houliao, Ji Jiashu's eyes lit up, "You are ......"

Because Hou Liao is located on the snowy plain and is remote, he rarely travels with the south, except for Murong Feixing, who likes to run around, most of the cultivators and nobles rarely appear in front of people, and even more so the royal family.

Since this person calls Murong Feixing his younger brother, is he ......

"Zai Bucai, it is Feixing's second brother," the young man of Houliao with a calm face smiled, "The second son of the King of Houliao, Murong Feixu." ”

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Ying Baoyue looked at the young man in front of him whose appearance had not changed much, and said in his heart.

She was full of doubts.

What's wrong with this mid-level ceremony, even the Prince of Houliao was shocked?

The person in front of him was not the second son of the King of Houliao at all, but the eldest son of the King of Houliao, who should be twenty-seven years old now.

Later Liao Prince, Murong Feilan.

The Ballad of the Great Moon /book/63925/