"Sister, are you okay?" Before Chi Chun could react, he was pushed in by Chi Dong, vaguely as if Chi Dong's arm was scraped by an arrow because he wanted to protect her, Chi Chun was pushed into the carriage before he had time to check Chi Dong's situation, and after seeing Ruan Cixi, he couldn't care about Chi Dong, and hurriedly climbed to Ruan Cixi's side, half-kneeling and asked.

"It's okay, what's going on outside?" Ruan Cixi had been in the carriage all the time, and he didn't know much about what was happening outside, and when he saw Chi Chun coming, he took Chi Chun's hand and asked.

"The carriage just walked well, and suddenly it entered a section of the road, Changxin felt that something was wrong and stopped the carriage, the carriage had not yet stopped, and a bunch of black-clothed people appeared in all directions, and countless arrows flew towards us, and I was pushed in by Chi Dong before I could react." Chi Chun's heart palpitated.

"I don't know if there are so many people, so Chi Dong can protect himself." Chi Chun was worried.

"Yes, they'll all be safe." Ruan Cixi held Chi Chun's hand slightly, and she couldn't stop worrying in her heart, in this case, it was impossible for her to go out and drag Feng Qianmi and them back, if she still had some martial arts like in her previous life, she would not be as passive as she is now.

Feng Qianmi got out of the carriage and didn't go far, just protecting the carriage around the carriage, Chi Dong and Changxin were far away, solving the black-clothed people who were killed around.

The pedestrians on this road seem to have been cleared away in advance, and there is no one in the store, as if they were clearing the field in advance and waiting for Feng Qianmi's carriage to come.

Further ahead, there is a relatively tall teahouse, and a thin bamboo curtain is hung on the window on the third floor facing the street, and there is a human face behind the bamboo curtain, quietly watching the direction of Feng Qianmi's assassination.

That person was Zhuang Huifeng.

"Painted bones, it's your turn." Zhuang Huifeng stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup placed in front of the table, stared at the ripples of the tea, and said softly.

"Yes." The painting bone who has been standing behind Zhuang Huifeng is expressionless, and his eyes are still empty, like a marionette, without the slightest emotion.

Because of Zhuang Huifeng's instructions, the painting bone turned around and left the room, and appeared under the teahouse in less than a while, she turned to look in the direction of Feng Qianmi.

In the room in the teahouse, Zhuang Huiming shrank in the corner on the side, his wrist still dripping with blood, and in the clay pot next to him, there was a strong smell of blood.

The figure of the person by the window gradually blurred, Zhuang Huiming looked at Zhuang Huifeng's figure blankly, his eyes kept opening and closing up and down, and finally he couldn't support it, his head slammed on the pillar behind him, his wrist fell to the ground weakly, and he lost consciousness with a white face.

"Childe, the young master fainted." Someone reminded.

Zhuang Huifeng turned his head to look at Zhuang Huiming lightly, and after observing Zhuang Huiming's appearance, a wicked smile flashed in his eyes, "Then stop the bleeding for the young master and move to the bed to rest." ”

The order she got was to assassinate Feng Qianmi, and after she left the scope of the teahouse, her eyes gradually became brighter, but there was still only one order in her mind, to assassinate Feng Qianmi.

The first wave of black-clothed people had been almost solved, and those black-clothed men who had originally shot arrows came down from the roof, threw away their bows and arrows, and killed Feng Qianmi and the others.

This second wave of people is half less than the first wave, but their skills are much better, and Changxin Chi Dong, who has been fighting in a lot of wheels, is a little unbearable, so Feng Qianmi, who is surrounded by the inner circle, naturally wants to meet more people in black.

"Heart! Your Highness! ”