If there was no blockade, Xu Manyun would have sent this top-secret information out, but at present, the Foshan Garrison has blocked the entire street, and the shops are all sand and pulled up the iron doors. Passers-by in the street frantically pulled at the iron fence and shouted, "Let's go in!" I have a child, an old man! Yet the door was still shut. The people inside the iron gate and the people outside the iron gate watched each other and were afraid of each other.

Xu Manyun looked coldly at the passers-by running around her, she quietly retreated to a stalled tram, and watched the patrol officer running towards this side with a siren from a distance.

The "Jingle Bell Bell Bell" tram rang out, and she got on the car, which was crowded with people. Xu Manjun wore a white gauze cheongsam today, rolled a narrow blue edge, black hair hanging down her shoulders, a shell hairpin on each side, and a little fat powder on her face, with a delicate schoolgirl flavor, she couldn't tell that she was close to thirty years old.

The bumpy life over the years not only did not make her suffer from the devastation of life, but added a charming charm with abundant experience. Her kind of petite body is the least old, always slender waist, girlish budding milk, fair face like translucent magnetic jade, the more it looks like that small face, coquettish and cute. In the crowded space of the train, even the place where she stood was unstable, and the people next to her were close to her, and the back of the cheongsam was soaked with sweat. The train stopped again, some of the passengers went down, and the rest of the group could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, look, there's a patrol officer blocking the road ahead, and it looks like we're going to have to be checked in the car." A man's voice said.

"But it's not, whether the car can pass or not is another matter, in the car just to have a peace of mind, who knows if you will be hit by a stray bullet when you stay on the road, alas, it's really precarious!" A negative voice grumbled. Xu Manyun's palms were wet as she grabbed the armrest, her brain was spinning rapidly, and she touched the hairpin on her head.

The tram stopped, the people on the road began to run, and the sharp whistles rang out, cutting into people's ears, and their minds were confused. When the door opened, four patrol officers with electric batons came up, and from time to time they picked up the cloth on the shoulder basket with electric batons to take a look at the contents of the basket. When a patrol officer walked to Xu Manyun's side, he looked at her from time to time, and the patrolman's thick lips squirmed: "Open the handbag!" Xu Manjun happened to meet his gaze, and the dead fish eyes stared straight at him. She obediently opened the handbag, a big dark hand turned in her snow-white lace handbag, and Xu Manyun suddenly felt a kind of nausea. The patrolman saw that he was not searching for anything suspicious, and rolled her over and walked away.

After the patrol officer got off the train, the tram was turned on again, and Xu Manyun's heart finally relaxed a lot. The tram drove Xu Manyun's mission into the distance, and she sat silently in the corner seat in the car, knowing that silence at this time was the most powerful guarantee for her preservation.

Xu Manjun set foot on the land of Nansha for the first time, not only to escape the crisis, but also to express the feelings that he was most concerned about in his heart.

When she came to the majestic Zhu Gate of the Golden Ring of Loei, she already knew that if she wanted to have any relationship with the people here in the future, she had to enter this ancient mansion with a deep courtyard.