In the carriage.

The boy cowered in the corner by the door, eating the flatbread wholeheartedly.

Feng Shuwan and Xiao Yu glanced at each other, revealing strange expressions.

"Little brother, where are you from?" Xiaoyu asked him.

Feng Shuwan stretched out her hand and knocked on Xiaoyu's head, and said, "Talking nonsense again, how old are you and you still call people your little brother." ”

Xiao Yu covered her head and said aggrievedly: "He looks as mature as me, I am sixteen years old, of course I can call him my younger brother." ”

After saying that, the young man was suddenly stunned for a moment, he swallowed the cake in his mouth, and opened his mouth.

"I, I, I ......"

Wei Zhuang and the others looked at him in astonishment, only to see that his face was a little red, and he said intermittently: "I...... Seventeen! ”

"Hey, you can talk?" Wei Zhuang was stunned.

The young man opened his mouth again, blushed and said, "Yes!" ”

"Then why didn't you speak?"

"Hungry!"

When the words fell, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but take a breath, and his brows locked into the word "Sichuan".

To be honest, this kid is somewhat abstract.

"Why do you only say one word?" Xiao Yu on the side wondered.

"I, I, I, ......"

"Knot, knot, knot, ......knot,

"Stammer!"

After saying that, the boy lowered his head in embarrassment.

In just three words, Wei Zhuang and the three of them had a headache.

"And what's your name?" Xiaoyu asked again.

"I, I, I, I, I, I, ......"

Wei Zhuang's face was black, he stretched out his hand to stop the young man and said, "Wait a while, I'll find you a piece of paper for you to write down." ”

The young man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded vigorously.

After taking the pen and paper, the boy wrote a sentence on the paper:

Brother, my name is Lin Bao.

"Lin Bao?" Wei Zhuang read it again.

Lin Bao nodded vigorously again.

"Where are you from?" Wei Zhuang asked him.

He wrote on the paper again: Imperial Capital.

"You're from the Imperial Capital?" Wei Zhuang was stunned and asked, "Then what are you doing here?" ”

Lin Bao's face darkened when he heard this, and he stopped talking.

Wei Zhuang looked at his expression and thought that there might be something unspeakable, so he said, "If you don't want to say it, you can not say it." ”

Then Lin Bao paused and shook his head, and wrote on the paper: Driven away.

"Who drove you away?"

Lin Bao wrote: Mother.

Wei Zhuang looked at what he wrote and showed a rather confused look, in ancient families, boys were the pillars of the family, how could there be a mother who kicked her child out of the house?

With doubts, he continued to ask.

But before he could speak......

Suddenly, there was the sound of a wood piercing through the door.

This was followed by the neighing of horses and the exclamation of the coachman.

Under this chaotic sound, the carriage fell backwards suddenly, but fortunately, the amplitude was not large, and several people grabbed the handrail in the car and only shook it twice.

"What's going on?" Feng Shuwan said with palpitations.

Wei Zhuang's face sank, and a bad premonition came to his heart, he gently opened the car door a gap, glanced outward, and the next moment, his pupils shrank.

In the door of the carriage was an arrow, and the arrow had been firmly inserted into the wood.

Outside the carriage, the coachman tried his best to finally tame the two horses, and he looked back at the arrow, swallowing his saliva, and a cold sweat broke out on his body.

When the atmosphere was tense and no one dared to act rashly, a person flew down from a big tree on the side of the road.

The man, wearing a black veil, leaped down to the edge of the carriage, his steel knife against the coachman's neck.

"Oh, the hero spares his life, the hero spares his life!" The coachman's face turned white with fright, and he immediately raised his hand and begged for mercy loudly.

The black-veiled man just glared at him, and then moved his gaze to the carriage.

Through the crack in the door, Wei Zhuang and the masked man glanced at each other.

"Get out!" The masked man's deep voice rang out, and he kicked the coachman down, and the coachman fell down and didn't dare to say a word, and ran away.

After that, he focused on the carriage door, and the steel knife in his hand slowly reached over.

Feng Shuwan and Xiao Yu in the car covered their mouths, their eyes revealing horror, but Lin Bao still shrank aside, chewing the flatbread in a panic.

Only Wei Zhuang, who leaned against the door and took out a short sword from his right hand.

It's still the sword that has been stained with the blood of Lin Jianghe and others.

Seeing that the masked man outside the door was about to come in with a knife, Wei Zhuang knew that he couldn't wait passively any longer.

He watched as the steel knife slowly approached.

Just as the blade was about to pass through the crack in the door, Wei Zhuang gritted his teeth and used great force to push the door open.

The door was left and right, and the masked man's face tightened, and with a kick of his legs, a beautiful backflip hit the ground.

Wei Zhuang stood in the carriage and looked down at him, and shouted, "What person! ”

The masked man didn't reply, and actually flew directly towards Wei Zhuang.

A strong sense of crisis hit him in an instant, and Wei Zhuang flipped sideways to the ground, dodging an attack.

Hiss-whew-

Wei Zhuang clenched the sword in his hand, and unconsciously took a deep breath of cold air and spit it out.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on his head.

During the time of the ninety-ninth century, Wei Zhuang spent a considerable part of his time fighting on the front line, and he also learned a lot of fighting skills in crisis after crisis, although he could not be regarded as a master, it was still very easy to knock down a few people with his bare hands.

However, the masked man's attack just now was unusual, the speed and explosiveness were definitely well trained, and more importantly, the eyes.

There was murder in his eyes.

The masked man's attack was really trying to kill Wei Zhuang!

"Do you know who I am?" Wei Zhuang asked him.

The masked man sneered and replied in a hoarse voice: "You are the one who killed!" ”

This sentence made Wei Zhuang's heart cold.

It seems that this masked man knows Wei Zhuang's identity, and he is here to kill the king.

With that, the masked man ran towards Wei Zhuang again with a knife.

This time, the two of them were on flat ground, and the distance was relatively close, so Wei Zhuang did not dodge this blow but raised his sword to meet it.

Bite!

A crisp metal knock sounded, and the two men each held their weapons to overwhelm the other.

Just as Wei Zhuang was about to exert his strength, the masked man smiled coldly, and then the blade was deflected, and the blade slid down Wei Zhuang's sword, and then took advantage of the situation!

Bang Dang!

The sword fell to the ground, and the masked man held the sword on his tiptoes, and grabbed Wei Zhuang's sword in his hand as soon as he raised his foot.

At this time, the masked man had a sword in one hand and a sword in the other, while Wei Zhuang was bare-handed.

Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart sank.

Could it be that you are going to die here in this life?

What a bullshit master, it's not accurate at all!

He cursed in his heart, but he kept thinking of a way in his head.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to make Feng Shuwan suffer after death.

At the very least, let Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu leave safely!