In order to facilitate night walking, Shen Sitang wore a black unicorn suit unique to the Inspectorate, at this time she was covered with blood, some enemies and some of her own, but they were all fused with black, and they couldn't be seen, only a wrinkle at the hem of the clothes was particularly obvious.

In the depths of the night, corpses lay on the streets, and the smell of blood wafted through the air.

Shen Sitang stood quietly in front of Sun Maorong's corpse, no joy or sorrow, just a little sad.

Sometimes it is really difficult to distinguish between good and evil, in the southern Xinjiang, painstakingly cultivating Sun Maorong for more than 30 years, but once he rebelled, he deserved death, in Sun Maorong, he has been loyal for many years but was suspected of being miserable, it is the southern Xinjiang who bears him, in the Yan Dynasty, Sun Maorong is the southern Xinjiang meticulous work, even if he is dying, it is not a pity to die, in Sun Maorong's family, he died to protect them, he is a qualified husband, is a selfless father.

In the end, it's just a matter of each his own.

Mu Huaichuan flew from the rooftop.

He didn't know what she was thinking, and he didn't know what to say, so he silently stayed by her side, shielding her from the biting cold wind.

After a while, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near from the dark alley, and a team of people led by Zhao Jingxing and Lu Lingxiao came with knives.

The Inspectorate received a secret report that the capital had poured into many masters of southern Xinjiang, and in order to avoid casualties, Mu Huaichuan did not arrange for officials below the heaven level to participate in this battle, and only let them be responsible for the aftermath.

Mu Huaichuan looked sideways at Shen Sitang, and wanted to tell Zhao Jingxing and the others to retreat first, but Shen Sitang was the first to speak: "Let's go."

There is no sentimentality, she has never been an indecisive person, Sun Maorong is dead, she should continue to do what she should do.

With a wave of Mu Huaichuan's big hand, Zhao Jingxing and the others understood and quickly cleaned up the battlefield, so as not to disturb the people after dawn.

Shen Sitang and Mu Huaichuan rushed to the gate of the city, only to see a bunch of black-clothed people lying on the ground, Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi were sitting on the ground exhausted, the unicorn clothes on their bodies were torn, and they were obviously injured.

Wei Jiu Kite was also here, she was the most seriously injured, all the redwoods were wet marks, and her shoulders were even more smudged, her back was against the city wall, and the silver whip in her hand was still tightly clenched.

Shen Sitang stepped forward quickly, passing by Gu Nanzhou, who was splashed with blood, and Qin Xingyi, whose hair was messy, and the two of them felt a wisp of wind passing by, kicking up the dust on the ground, and they had to close their eyes in embarrassment.

"Sister Nine Kites, how are you!"

Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi looked at each other sadly, yes, Fanbai helped her eat!

Wei Jiuyuan's face was pale and very weak, but he still smiled at Shen Sitang and shook his head: "It's not in the way, it's just a small injury."

Shen Sitang's eyes were red: "Sister Jiu Kite, I'll take you back to heal your injuries."

Wei Jiuyuan nodded slowly.

Shen Sitang immediately bent down with his back to her, turned his head and said, "Sister Jiu Kite, I'll carry you."

Wei Jiuyuan couldn't bear it: "Little Eleven, you also have injuries on your body."

"My wounds are out of the way, come up quickly." Wei Jiu Kite had shed a lot of blood, and he couldn't delay.

Wei Jiuyuan stared at Shen Sitang's slender back for a moment before lying on his stomach a little awkwardly.

Everyone in the Inspectorate feared her, because she was like a predator who would not fall, either in battle or on her way to the battlefield. ….

No one had ever taken such meticulous care of her, as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain, and she couldn't help but bump the slightest.

Shen Sitang carried Wei Jiuyuan on his back and passed Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi again, and seemed to finally remember the grace of the two of them, and looked at Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi with an embarrassed face.

Gu Nanzhou sighed, picked up the saber on the ground and got up with his strength, and said strongly, "I'm fine, I can go by myself."

Qin Xingyi was silent and consciously followed behind Gu Nanzhou.

When Zhao Jingxing and Lu Lingxiao rushed over with people, they saw Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi limping behind Mu Huaichuan, followed by Shen Sitang with Wei Jiu Kite on his back, Lu Lingxiao immediately arranged for the officials to take care of the two poor people who were isolated and helpless.

The clerk who supported them sighed as he heard the sighs along the way.

The Inspectorate's pharmacy can be lively tonight

The people in the medicine hall enthusiastically introduced the wounded into the room, and they couldn't hide their excitement and began to show their skills.

Wei Jiu Xiangxiang's shoulders were half exposed, and Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi found out that there was still a broken arrow on her shoulder, no wonder she had been leaning against the city wall, it turned out that she didn't want them to see her injuries.

Mu Huaichuan's face changed, and he scolded in a deep voice: "Nonsense! Hurt so badly and dare to hold on? When you have a few lives!"

Wei Jiu Yuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and replied with a white face: "It's not in the way, you can't die."

"You!"

Gu Nanzhou saw that the situation was not right, and immediately smiled and played a round game: "Boss, don't be angry, you also know that she is a hard-mouthed person."

As he spoke, the slightly upturned fox eyes winked at Shen Sitang.

Shen Sitang understood and joined the persuasion: "Right Yushi, Sister Jiu Kite is so badly injured, don't talk about her."

Qin Xingyi nodded in agreement: "Well, it makes sense."

Mu Huaichuan pursed his lips and didn't explain, Wei Jiuyuan joined the Inspectorate five years ago, and in the past five years, she has always run wherever she is in danger, he knows what she wants to prove, but there is only one life, and if she is in danger unscrupulously, something will happen sooner or later.

Why are the deputy envoys of the Inspectorate so young, because the previous elders have all died in the mission, Mu Huaichuan grew up beside the Governor since he was a child, he has seen too many lives and deaths, he always thinks that if he can be stronger, he can reduce casualties, but the premise is that the people he wants to protect know how to protect themselves.

The doctor in the medicine hall slowly pulled the broken arrow out of Wei Jiu Kite's flesh and blood, and Mu Huaichuan couldn't help but say when he saw her clenching her teeth: "Light."

The doctor slowed down again to minimize her pain.

When the broken arrow was taken out, Shen Sitang and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, He Xinyuan and He Zhao also returned, and the two of them were also injured, obviously the killers in southern Xinjiang did not intend to let Sun Maorong's family go, but fortunately, they made arrangements in advance.

Mu Huaichuan was sure that they were okay before asking, "Can the Sun Mansion arrange it over there?"

He Xinyuan replied: "It's all arranged, and the most capable of fighting among the officials are over there."

Mu Huaichuan was relieved, and wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "Presumably, the masters from Southern Xinjiang are not only the ones we killed tonight, but the people hiding behind them still haven't shown up yet."

"Sun Maorong said something to me before he died."

As soon as Shen Sitang's words came out, everyone looked at her.

"What?"

"Sun Maorong said that he had been suspicious that the Holy Maiden was in the capital."

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed greatly, and Mu Huaichuan frowned: "You mean the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang!"

Shen Sitang nodded slowly: "That's right."

Although Sun Maorong is only suspicious, he has been lurking in the capital for 30 years in southern Xinjiang, and there must be a reason why he thinks so.

The Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang!

This is an important clue that Sun Maorong gave her before she died!.

Knowing the return of the goose