Chapter Ninety-Four
With Long Jinyu's dotting, the carriage He Lanyao was sitting in passed through the city gate unimpeded. After leaving the city gate, the coachman was still very dedicated and walked all the way forward, except for staying at the inn every night, there was little rest on the road, and the group plus a tiger walked like this for three days.
The carriage has also deviated from Wanyue City a long time ago, and has now entered the remote sheep intestine official road.
Originally, it was better to go to Wuxian County by water, but who knew that the coachman said that Long Jinyu ordered that the waterway might not be safe, so let him take the land route. Ning Ruxi said that he would get dizzy when he took the boat, so He Lanyao didn't have too many objections to Long Jinyu's arrangement.
As soon as the land route left the town, it was a little remote, with tall trees and overgrown weeds, and only the sound of wild birds could be heard.
There are still ten days to get to Wuxian, and He Lanyao sat in the carriage with her eyes looking directly at the groom outside the carriage.
The groom was like an ordinary groom all the way, but when the wind blew up the cloth in front of the carriage, she could vaguely see the coachman's palm. Why does the palm of a coachman have a cocoon that only a long-term sword practitioner can have?
The coachman seemed to want to get out of the jungle as quickly as possible, and he was moving faster and faster.
The woods are getting darker and darker, and the sunlight can only cast sporadic specks through the gaps in the leaves. He Lanyao didn't feel the aura of any other people's presence, but a sense of danger hit her heart.
Long Shaoyan was still asleep, unaware of the current situation.
"White Tiger," He Lanyao said to White Tiger in a secret voice, "I will protect the carriage later." ”
The confusion in the white tiger's eyes had not yet gone, and there were already sharp arrows attacking them outside the carriage.
The moment the sharp arrow struck, the white tiger had already flown up and threw Long Shaoyan, who was originally sitting upright, to the ground.
The coachman at the entrance of the carriage had already unloaded his honest and simple appearance, and stabbed at Helan Yao with a sharp sword with Sen Sen's mellow internal force.
Oh no, He Lanyao has been on alert, the coachman's sword He Lanyao was about to dodge sideways, but suddenly found that an arrow outside the carriage was shooting at Ning Ruxi's head. And Ning Ruxi, who had no martial arts at all, just opened his eyes wide at the moment, locking his body tightly and not knowing what to do.
Really, Helan Yao saw that the white tiger was ready to attack, and narrowed her eyes slightly. He Lanyao leaned down slightly, allowing the sword to pass through her left chest, while He Lanyao's other hand pressed towards Ning Ruxi's head without hesitation.
The moment He Lanyao pressed Ning Ruxi's head, an arrow grazed the back of Helan Yao's hand, and the arrow pierced the wall of the carriage on Helan Yao's side without stopping.
Walking before the ghost gate closed, dense sweat oozed from Ning Ruxi's forehead, but Ning Ruxi's eyes looked at He Lanyao's chest, where a large area of red had appeared.
Seeing that his sword succeeded, the corners of the coachman's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, the past three days have been for this moment, and then, the coachman's eyes looked at Long Shaoyan, who was lying on the ground and asleep. As long as he kills the third prince again, his task will be completed. This time, these two people are all his credit, and I don't know how much appreciation the master will give when I go back. Thinking of this, the coachman's eyes shot a smug light, and the sword in his hand also stabbed towards Long Shaoyan with a slight excitement.
It's just that the coachman was too excited, and he didn't see the mockery in He Lanyao's eyes. The coachman's sword hung down weakly before Long Shaoyan's arm was touched, and the coachman lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the cat who had bitten his throat in one bite, how could a cat have such sharp teeth? Can you actually hurt his body through his internal force?