If Beihu didn't have anything to surprise Lan Mo except for the sand, then the white-clothed guards who came up neatly from all directions, Lan Mo knew that tonight might be the same as many times, but the person who took the lead seemed to be different.

"Imperial Princess, follow back to the city." Shu Yunxian had a pair of bright Danfeng eyes, "When the emperor learned that Niangniang had left the palace, he had dispatched half of the guards in the imperial city, and half of them had already gone to Longchuan River. ”

"You are the woman in white who followed Chen Qi last time." Lan Mo recalled that she had not been comfortable in Zhaotian Palace in the past few days, and she had reduced her weight a lot, "I am not your imperial concubine, and I have never drunk wine with your emperor. So, there's no reason for you to take me away. And you may not be able to take me away. ”

The first sentence of Lan Mo is a frank admitation, and the last sentence is a warning, Shu Yunxian's skills, she has vaguely seen it, she inherited the stunt of the Beihu barbarian family, the demon shuanghuan, and the Shu family has really invested enough money in order to cultivate future generations.

"Yun Xian, then offended." Shu Yunxian is like a night sky elf, she quickly rose from the horse's back, took out two double rings from her back, and the sharp ring blade flew to the position where Lan Mo was standing with a rustling sound of breaking the air, but this trick was too old-fashioned, and she heard the sound of leaves being cut off, Lan Mo avoided it sideways, and the wooden fan pendant flew out lightly from between the sleeves.

When Yun Xian watched the fan fall and fly to this side, three or four guards hurriedly stepped forward to block it with their shields, but the speed was still slightly slower, and Yun Xian's sleeves were instantly cut open, revealing white arms, and there were a few blood marks on the surface.

"Don't be polite to her, give it all to me." Song Dutong, who was a white-clothed guard, saw that Shu Yi's goddaughter was injured, where could he take care of so much, and saw that the thousands of guards present, like beasts that had not drunk blood for a long time, raised their spears one after another, and surrounded the isolated woman with a hard shield.

"Song-Song Dutong, no-no!" Shu Yunxian suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood, and Song Yue's big hand holding the green steel knife became more and more unable to hold himself, "Young master, you have been poisoned, you can't do it, this woman is too vicious, I have to capture her with my own hands." "Song Yue is a martial artist, where would he understand, how could Shu Yunxian be the poison of Lan Mo, Lan Mo does not have the habit of quenching poison on hidden weapons, first of all, this is her habit, secondly, this is basic self-confidence, people who are hit by a fan pendant can rarely survive, unless, Lan Mo did not make a ruthless move.

"You dare to hurt our young master, see if I don't capture you with my own hands!" I saw that among the thousands of people, a big man suddenly entered the shape of a man, Lan Mo's body was as light as a swallow, her steps were vain, she was still sure of this, she was waiting for the dawn, as long as there was any boat on the Yu River, she could take the first step.

"Can't you stand a few hidden weapons, it seems that the descendants of the Demon Ye Shuanghuan are not very good." Lan Mo asked rhetorically, just because Shu Yunxian didn't bully her with more people and fewer people, Lan Mo would not be the villain's killer in vain.

"My young master has vomited black blood, what do you think!" The green steel knife instantly slashed at Lan Mo's shoulder, and she immediately dodged it, but this big knife with dozens of catties was really heavy, even if she dodged, she had to withstand the weight of the big knife, and there was a faint pain in her shoulder.

Lan Mo bit her lip and retreated to the edge of the Yu River, and the cool river water instantly wet her boots.

Shu Yunxian has been protected by everyone, Lan Mo can't see the poisoned woman at all, she is thinking, who can poison her fan pendant, and it is still her fan pendant that does not leave her body, she needs to think about this, but at this time, it is better to get rid of this group of people first.

"Don't go forward, I'll jump if you get forward, and you won't be able to catch me." Lan Mo threatened that if these people had to take her back alive, they would definitely not let Lan Mo jump, then, there would be time to delay, but—

"You'd better jump in and tell you the truth." The man with a big knife on his back and a scruffy beard looked disdainful, he approached Lan Mo and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Do you think everyone wants the emperor to marry you, tell you, only the young master of our family is the right one." When the young master was young, he lurked in the old woman Ning Yong, do you know how much the young master has suffered and how many sins he has suffered, he has endured for so many years and is waiting for this day, but God is not long-sighted, let you, the demon girl, eat white food, but, you are really stupid, you are obviously the imperial concubine, and you have to become a prisoner, the old minister is really not worth it for you, so, I will give you a step, in this way, maybe faster. ”

Lan Mo's figure did not move, she quietly listened to the rude man's accusation, raised her eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "Have you finished speaking?" ”

"What?" The man was born from the side of the gall, he stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, the big knife crossed the blue neck, and the light blue gauze skirt brushed Song Yue's pork face, he fell short again, this woman is not a person at all, she is simply a fox!

Senseless attack, this is how Lan Mo condemned it in his heart, Long Yanluo's real people, no one has seen it from beginning to end, Lan Mo sighed in his heart, his plan is always so thorough, his mind is always so that he can't see any flaws at all, but she finally knows about the pendant, then, the man who really provoked the Xuanzi Legion and the Oriental Shadow Warrior to fight is Long Yanluo.

In vain, Lan Mo hated Dongfang Yu for so much time, it seems that these hatreds really don't matter.

The night seemed to be very long, and when the familiar requiem was played in the night, for a moment, Lan Mo happily thought that Dongfang Er had come to her. But this idea was just the moment when the petals fell, and she vetoed it, because the person who played the flute was him, a man who had always been dressed in white robes and blue satin, but it didn't seem appropriate to talk about it at the moment.

He was riding a BMW ember that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was playing the piccolo that Dongfang Er's was used to.

Putting down the flute in his hand, the man was about to step forward, but Lan Mo took a few steps into the cold Yu River, "I said, don't come near me!" “

"Lan Mo, what's wrong with you, do you have to go to him, you see, I can also play the flute." Long Yanluo said gently, but this kind of gentleness can't be reassuring at all. He also walked into the river, and even had no intention of stopping.

"Long Yanluo. I said, don't come here. Lan Mo quickly retreated, and at this moment, she had retreated to waist-high river water.

The situation didn't seem to be under Long Yanluo's control, and he couldn't say for sure, because Lan Mo looked at him with more suspicion than he had ever had, just like a good person looking at a bully, "Do you know something?" ”