With a wave of his hand, Mu Fan's sword came out through his body, and the heads of the men and women in white rolled to the snow. Their frightened faces froze, sending a message to future generations that this general is not to be messed with.

Looking at the blood on the snow, as well as the corpses nearby, Mu Fan thought about it, and with a wave of his hand, everything was put into the storage ring by him. The killers have no news, which makes the people behind the scenes anxious.

He didn't worry about finding the mastermind behind the scenes, and if the mastermind behind the scenes dared to move this time, he would dare to do it a second time. It's hard to predict when to strike, but what's so hard about the Assassin being stronger?

Mu Fan sat on the frame, took the reins from the flamingo horse's head, beckoned to get the horsewhip, and whipped it at will.

The flamingo had not yet come out of its fear, and it trembled forward, as if the people behind it were terrible and might eat it at any moment.

Mu Fan simply sat at the back of the carriage, but unfortunately the frame had no roof and looked uncomfortable. It took him only a moment to forget about it, and he quietly half-lay in the frame, opened the book, found the part he had seen before the assassination, and studied it with relish.

Two hours after the frame had been gone, a group of people were ushered in at the location of the stab. There were not many of them, some of them were hidden in the ice and snow, and two of them went to the assassination location, hoping to restore the assassination process.

There was a lack of snow here, no wheel prints, so it was easy to see that something had happened here, but there was no blood, no dead bodies, no wounds, and there was no way to restore the stabbing process.

One of them said, "I'm afraid the third and sixth are dead." ”

"Fierce and auspicious!"

"That Night General shouldn't be so powerful."

The man who was lurking in the snow and ice came out and said, "There is a superior person to help." ”

"How so?"

"Guess."

The man lurking in the snow said, "Let's go, there's nothing to be found here, and it's useless to stay here." ”

"The assassination was not completed, and the night patrol was prepared, and it failed!"

The figures of several people gradually faded and disappeared into the vast snow. They were even more sophisticated in their concealment, leaving no trace from the moment they came, not even a smell......

Mu Fan was lying in the frame, and the military formation book in his hand was replaced. He had already memorized the content of the military formation, and Ye Feng's experience above was what he needed. These experiences are not old feelings, there are many new additions, which are brought over from hundreds of miles of mountains.

The experience of the predecessors, combined with Mu Fan's own experience, can have a new experience every time he studys.

Flamingo took him to a nearby city, and when he entered the city gate, the identity of the second-rank general was particularly useful, although the inventory was essential, but the guards were not approached, and the inventory was naturally useless.

It's a nice privilege, and while enjoying it, you can't help but introspect. It's no wonder that so many people can't withstand the temptation of sugar-coated cannonballs, and who doesn't want to be on top. When there is no privilege, shouting to cancel the privilege, when you can enjoy the privilege, I wish to let the privilege come more violently.

This city is called Jianshan City, and the two-front battle in Beihua has put a heavy burden on the whole country. These burdens are passed on to the lower strata by the upper strata, making the lives of the common people particularly difficult. There are a lot of poor families in the city who sell their sons and daughters, and there is nothing to condemn, just normal.

Mu Fan glanced at it and found a group of people in the crowd, all dressed up, talking and doing things like people. However, they may not be as simple as they seem, and under the appearance of people, they may have a heart to help the suffering.

Since the war, Baili Mountain has been trafficking in human beings. Human trafficking is not necessarily shameful these days, and they may be kinder to those who can't eat than bodhisattvas who help the suffering. The distorted pattern makes people become distorted, and even people's status and identity have changed dramatically.

More than sixty percent of the children in Beihua and Western Xinjiang have been bought by Baili Mountain, which is one reason for the swelling of the Baili Mountain population. Some people are not from Baili Mountain, but Baili Mountain is the highest bidder, and over time, the trafficked people still fall into the hands of Baili Mountain.

Mu Fan looked at the noisy scene of the city gate, shook his head helplessly, and went deeper into the city.

There is nothing angry in this city, anger is brought by people, and when everyone is lifeless, the city is lifeless.

The streets and alleys are dilapidated, and it is said that the dilapidated city is already worthy of this city, even if it is a prosperous area, there are still few people active. The wine flags of the wine shops are hung crookedly, and few customers patronize them.

Mu Fan and his broken car are very eye-catching, and what is even more eye-catching is his posture. He held a book in one hand and lay his body in the roofless frame, as if he were the only one in heaven and earth.

On the way here, he was indeed reading, and he was very serious. At the moment, he is pretending, completely pretending, and passers-by don't even need to carefully distinguish it, they can find that he is pretending, and there is no technical content.

The carriage drove towards the liquor store, and the horse was not in the right direction, so he flicked the bottom of the carriage a few times. It didn't work at first, and Flamingo didn't understand what it meant, but after some stick education, it understood.

Mu Fan jumped off the frame with the book in his hand and read: "......Woo shh

Looking at the military array books and reading Li Taibai's "Shu Dao Difficulty", it was obvious that he had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.

High-profile, high-profile, wait for someone to kill, dare to come?

This is Mu Fan's heart, he has long been used to killing people or something. If someone wants to kill him, he will definitely kill him back, simply neatly!

Xiao Er saw that such a person who could pretend to come in, so he hurriedly approached and said, "The general is here to ...... wine."

Mu Fan waved his hand and made a silent gesture, he raised his head and continued to chant: "Silkworm Cong and Fish, how blank is the founding of the country......

Xiao Er didn't dare to say anything more, and hurriedly shut up.

Mu Fan patted Xiao Er's shoulder and said, "Go, serve wine, General Ben wants to drink, celebrate my immortality!" ”

"Hey...... Ay! Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded.

Mu Fan grabbed Xiao Er's collar, and suddenly his face was gloomy, "Say, how did you know that I was a general!" ”

Xiao Er was blinded by Mu Fan's sudden outburst, and he said tremblingly: "General, you...... You're wearing soft armor, I'm ...... I ......"

Mu Fan let go of Xiao Er's collar and said with a smile: "Smart enough, much better than the fools on the road, those fools, oops...... Gee! ”

His words are yin and yang, and at the same time intriguing.

Xiao Er can recognize Mu Fan as a general, it is too normal, and it is not normal to recognize it. Mu Fan understands this, he has to do all kinds of strange things, tell the people who want to kill him, others are here, have the courage to come quickly.

When the warm wine comes up, the aroma of the wine overflows.

Mu Fan picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, the wine of ordinary people is boring, and no matter how much they drink, they will not get drunk. He took out the wine he brought, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Xiao Er, warm wine, the general will show you a good show later." ”