There were only about twenty people Mu Qingao brought with him, all of them were young and energetic faces, and after getting acquainted with Song Qingyun, a few bold people would sneak over to trick her.

Is Song Qingyun the kind of person with a big mouth? She didn't want to say that even if she pinched her neck, she wouldn't spit out half a word, but she asked a lot of things about Mu Qingao.

Among them, Wang Shuqi ran to the side in embarrassment, and the soldiers knitted sweaters without sleep.

Qingyun was dumbfounded when she heard this, Mu Qingao suddenly took everyone away, leaving only her and Doubao, Suyi stayed in the inn, and she was still scolded for being abandoned.

Now it seems that King Jing has made a bad breath for her, isn't Wang Shuqi self-proclaimed virtuous, gentle and generous? Then show it in front of people, so that the world knows her truth, goodness and beauty, and it's worth it to suffer a little hardship, isn't it?

After thinking about it, I worked so hard to make wedding dresses for others, and my heart was a little unbalanced, why should I be cheap and damn Wang slut? Song Qingyun's heart began to panic again, and he couldn't wait to take out the eighteenth generation of Wang Shuqi's ancestors and teach them a lesson, telling them to take good care of their unfilial granddaughters and not harm good people everywhere.

On the fifth day of walking, Mu Qingao came to see her at night.

At that time, Liu Yanping was checking the wound on the back of her head, the weather was too cold, and Wang Shuqi had done tricks and feet in her diet before, the wound healed very slowly, and the edges were a little red and swollen, and there seemed to be signs of inflammation.

Mu Qingao's face was slightly gloomy, the corners of his lips were pursed, and there was a chill in his eyes.

"That...... Lord Wang, is there any news of Doubao these days? Song Qingyun didn't know about her injury, and when she finally saw Mu Qingao, she had to determine her son's whereabouts first.

"There are some eyebrows, someone saw him taken away by a caravan, and it is very likely that he went to Rongcheng."

Song Qingyun's eyes lit up, "So, I will be able to see my son soon?" ”

Mu Qingao was infected by her excitement, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Yes, I promise you to bring Doubao back safe and sound, and you will definitely be able to do it." ”

"Doubao is so small, could it be that he was abducted and trafficked to Rongcheng?" Song Qingyun asked worriedly.

"No matter what the other party's purpose is, it's a good thing that Doubao is still alive now, don't worry too much, we are traveling day and night, just to find a little bit to find a little bit to find Doubao's whereabouts in Rongcheng, now what you have to do is to take care of your injuries, otherwise Doubao will be afraid when he sees you injured."

This kind of warmth is usually very short-lived, and that night, when Qingyun was sleeping in a daze, she heard a strange sound outside, and she got up and listened for a while, as if someone was fighting.

The camping place was in the mountains, inaccessible and driven by curiosity, Song Qingyun tiptoed to the edge of the tent to look out, and before she could see clearly, a red light drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to her tent.

"Bang" fell to the ground, the fire splashed everywhere, it was a burning torch, probably drenched with tar or something, the tongue of fire meandered along the edge of the tent, and soon arrived in front of Song Qingyun.

Without even thinking about it, she grabbed her clothes and rushed outside, rolling the snow on the side and throwing herself on the burning tent.

The quiet night is like a dormant lion, awakened by another kind of penetrating majesty, no matter how hard she tries, the tongue of fire is still strong and runs in the direction it wants to go, Qingyun watched the fire grow bigger, and helplessly lowered his arms and was so angry that he wanted to scold his father.

She turned her head to look around, and the man in black jumped up and down out of nowhere, and the valley was full of moving torches, and from time to time there was a foul mouth or two and a wail or two in her ears...... She hadn't seen it!

Behind her was a raging fire, and the most eye-catching place in the whole valley was here, and for a while, several people in black found her, and at the same time, they struggled to shake off their opponents and ran towards her.

The bright broadsword looked particularly dazzling in the light of the fire, and by the time Qingyun reacted, the blade had already arrived in front of her, and she could even hear the other party's heavy gasp.

Just when she thought she was going to turn into a ghost, suddenly a powerful arm crossed her waist and carried her away quickly, and there was a sharp collision in the air, followed by a scream, and blood sprayed everywhere on the snow.

Song Qingyun raised his head, facing Mu Qingao's narrow and deep black eyes, the fierce color in his eyes did not retreat, and he did not look at her, but flew up with her, Song Qingyun's frightened heart was about to jump out, and he instinctively stretched out his hands and hugged Mu Qingao's waist tightly.

The nose was filled with the cold scent of sandalwood, and at this time, Song Qingyun didn't dare to be a little sloppy, Mu Qingao jumped out with her not far away, and fought with the man in black who came over.

"Hey, you put me down so I'll drag you down." Song Qingyun struggled to shake off Mu Qingao's confinement, but she didn't expect her reckless actions to give the other party a chance, and the blade stabbed her back as soon as it turned.

Seeing this, Mu Qingao's wrist flew up, and he had no time to draw the knife, so he had to block it with his arm, and the knife fell on his shoulder, allowing Song Qingyun to see it clearly.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, and the fire of anger gushed out, like a pet that she had had kept for many years had been snatched by someone, and the heart-rending feeling stifled every nerve in her.

While Mu Qingao was in pain, she squirted back with her mouth and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which hit the other party's eyes.

Even Mu Qingao didn't expect that Qingyun was in a hurry to attack the other party with the unique shrew fighting ability of Liujia Village, and while the other party wiped his eyes, he raised his knife and slashed people to death.

Another fresh life disappeared in front of her eyes, Song Qingyun was already frightened, Mu Qingao saw this, so he had to take her to a small hole, "You stay here honestly, I will come back to you." ”

After saying that, he took a deep look at the pale light cloud, his body was vertical, and he disappeared into the vast white snow in a blink of an eye.

The surroundings returned to calm, Song Qingyun, who was chilled, came back to her senses, groped a few steps into the cave, and found that some books and other things were placed on the stones not far away, she stumbled over, and then the light reflected from the cave entrance, and saw a burned-out oil lamp.

This is probably Mu Qingao's temporary office, right? The tent was not big enough for the night, so he set up two less, and he gave the tent to his men and prepared to work all night.

The cave was not high from the ground, and she could still see the fierce battle scene below when she hid on the edge, but the number of people in black was too large to count, and Qingyun's heart was about to be pulled together, and she nervously watched Mu Qingao's people fall down one by one, and she couldn't stand up again.

What about Mu Qingao? Where is he? Will his arm be able to withstand the siege of these men because of his own injuries? If he dies, she will definitely feel guilty, and her hope of finding Doubao will become slim, so she can't sit still, she should always find a way.

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