Changxin first saw the painted bones that appeared from the shadows, and his heart instantly lifted, he kicked away the black-clothed man beside him, and was about to go over to help Feng Qianmi, but he was entangled by the two of them, and Changxin was forced to parry and couldn't get out.

The purpose of painting bones is very strong, and she went directly to Feng Qianmi, and as soon as she came, the assassins who were originally around Feng Qianmi scattered one after another, and more than half of them went around Chi Dong and Changxin to prevent them from converging.

Feng Qianmi looked at the painting bones with a strong murderous aura that suddenly appeared, and squinted slightly.

The feeling of painting bones to Feng Qianmi was different from other assassins, from the body of painting bones, Feng Qianmi felt a trace of threat, but it was just a trace of it.

Feng Qianmi hooked his lower lip shallowly, glanced at the carriage behind him casually, and then hooked the long sword on the ground that was left by those dead assassins with one foot, grasped it in his hand, and hit the painting bone full of murderous intent.

The painting bone was shaken by the sunlight reflected by the sword in Feng Qianmi's hand, and there was a trace of trance in her eyes that were as silent as water, but in the next second, the sound of water droplets falling sounded in her ears, "ticking and ticking" was extremely rhythmic, at this time, the eyes of the painting bone dimmed again, and the murderous aura around her body became more and more intense, with a hellish aura.

Kill Feng Qianmi.

Kill him!

Kill!

The painting bones looked at each other and rushed up directly.

In the teahouse, Zhuang Huifeng sat on the edge of the soft couch where Zhuang Huiming was asleep, his thumb fell on Zhuang Huiming's pale lips, and he stroked it gently. Nuancai Literature Network

I saw that Zhuang Huiming's lips, which were originally pale as snow, were gradually dyed with blood under the movement of Zhuang Huifeng's thumb, and finally, a slightly thicker drop of blood could not be borne by the corners of his lips, and slowly slid down from the corners of Zhuang Huiming's mouth, and finally stopped at Zhuang Huiming's neck, and the miserable white cheeks also left a bright red trace.

Zhuang Huifeng chuckled when he saw this, withdrew his hand, picked up a white silk handkerchief from the small table next to him, wiped his fingers first, and then gently wiped the traces on Zhuang Huiming's face carefully.

The blood-stained silk handkerchief was thrown aside by Zhuang Huifeng, he picked up the white jade teapot on the table instead, tilted slightly and poured tea into the teacup with tea, and the blood-colored black tea fell drop by drop into the teacup containing most of the tea, making a "tick-tock" sound.

Zhuang Huifeng waited very patiently little by little, looking at the teapot intently, not looking at Zhuang Huiming, who was lying down, why did he frown painfully when he lost consciousness.

……

Ruan Cixi was worried about Feng Qianmi outside the carriage, but she knew that she couldn't go out, and once she went out, it was very likely that she would create a flaw for Feng Qianmi.

At this time, Ruan Cixi didn't think about whether Feng Qianmi would save her at all, and the sentence "Be good, wait here, don't be afraid" has always appeared in Ruan Cixi's mind, and it is precisely because of this sentence that Ruan Cixi's desire to go out to check the situation desperately is like a spell.

Ruan Cixi stared nervously at the door of the carriage, hoping that the sounds of swords fighting outside the carriage would disappear, and also hoped that Feng Qianmi would be able to appear in front of her safely and soundly in the next second.

Chi Chun was also as nervous as Ruan Cixi, she sat in front of Ruan Cixi in a protective posture, if an assassin broke through the door, she would definitely protect the young lady for a while!

"Ahh

"Miss!"