"Girl, there's another car blocking the road ahead."

The dog leftovers are really frightened, why do the nobles in the capital like to block the road at every turn to find fault?

Mu Yunhan lifted the curtain and looked out.

By this time, it was already dark, and her car was about to turn into Shuncheng Street.

And the car was parked at the intersection of Shuncheng Street.

The ordinary Qinghu car has a delicate red palace lamp hanging on the front of the car.

It was an old man who was driving the car, sitting on the wheel and bent over his waist, as if he was asleep.

In addition, there is no half of the retinue.

But this car and the owner who has never shown up have invisibly put pressure on her.

Xiaomi said softly: "There are at least ten or more masters around here. ”

That is to say, these masters are all lurking.

The other party is very difficult to mess with, and he doesn't know the depth.

Mu Yunhan asked the coachman: "The street is not narrow, are you sure to squeeze through it?" ”

The driver pinched a handful of sweat and felt that this matter was a bit difficult to do: "The light is blind, and he is in the middle of the road......"

"I see." Mu Yunhan gestured to Xiaomi.

Xiaomi got out of the car, walked to the other party's car and saluted, and said loudly: "Uncle, you are blocking our way home, please move to the side a little." ”

The coachman drooped his head, not responding, as if asleep.

Xiaomi clenched his weapon, took a few steps forward, and said loudly: "Uncle, please move the car!" We're going home! ”

The coachman raised his head very slowly and looked at Millet quietly.

A terrifying coercion and evil aura came from him, but in an instant, Mi was already sweaty.

It was terrible, she had never met such a terrible person in her life.

Can't admit defeat, Xiaomi gritted its teeth, held its head high, and insisted on it.

Mu Yunhan sensed that something was wrong, and she immediately called Xiaomi: "Come back, let's take a detour!" ”

In just a few steps, Xiaomi has walked for a long time.

Every step weighs more than a thousand pounds, and every step seems to be stepping on the tip of a knife.

The gaze behind him was as sharp as a blade, with the deepest malice and murderous aura, which was terrifying.

Those were two levels that were completely different from those under Mu Rong.

In front of the car, Xiaomi's legs suddenly weakened and almost fell.

When she was frightened, a pair of soft hands held her steadily.

Mu Yunhan stood in front of the car, protected her behind her, and looked at the car quietly: "Dare to ask who is the driver?" What's the point? ”

The old man who drove the car watched her quietly, and the people in the car remained silent.

Mu Yunhan clenched the syringe and looked at the old man who was driving the car silently.

She sensed the faint aura of the other party.

She can understand Millet's fear, just like the fear of small animals when they meet Zhang Butcher.

Just as Zhang Butcher could sense the evil aura from Wu Yanzhuang and others.

But she is not afraid, the biggest thing in the world is just life and death.

The night wind blew the dress on Mu Yunhan's body to hunt, and she stood pretty, like an aspen in the wind and snow.

The big red palace lamp on the Qinghu car rotated rapidly, sprinkling mottled light and shadow on the old man's face and body.

It is as if a person, after being scalded by boiling water, falls off the scalded skin, leaving a mottled red.

Weird and terrifying.

Xiaomi and Jinxiu protected Mu Ying tightly behind them, and Mu Jie, Zhang Xianfeng, and Gou Yu'er secretly clenched their knives.

The coachman grabbed the reins and the whip, ready to respond quickly and flee.

The old man suddenly sighed and closed his eyes.