C5

In this life, she could finally let go of her burden and live for herself once. In the past, she was a soldier and was always prepared to serve and sacrifice herself for the country. She had even forgotten that she was actually still a young and beautiful girl. She should also have a family, a child and a daughter, a filial son and a filial son.

Feng Feixuan climbed up the shore with great difficulty. The wounds on her body had turned white from the lake water, and as soon as they touched the lake water, she felt a sharp pain. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and stumble and roll onto the grass.

In this short distance, she was able to move effortlessly. She was actually panting, and her chest felt stuffy. Following that, the pain was as clear as the night before, causing her to lie down and roll on the grass.

What kind of poison was this Worry Grass? To think that it would be so tormenting. Although he couldn't die, it was better to die than to live like this.

No, she had to hurry up and cure the poison or else she would faint from the pain. It was not a good idea to stay here for long. If the bronze masked man brought more people to this place, she would just wait for the ashes to scatter.

Go, she didn't dare to stay any longer. She crawled and rolled all the way to the north.

On the official road at the foot of the mountain, a luxurious carriage shakily moved forward with a group of people following behind. Golden armor and carved BMW covered the entire road.

Inside the carriage, there was a vague human figure. Separated by a muslin curtain, there was a beautiful woman with a lotus like arm dancing. She was so beautiful that her beauty was faintly discernible. From afar, one could see the messy hair, and the soft breasts, as if she was doing her best to tease the people in the car.

From this, it could be seen that her identity was either rich or noble, and the owner of the car was definitely a man. It might be able to keep her safe for a while.

However, she was now in a tattered, battered state, and reeked of blood. It was possible that any guard who approached her would have chopped her to death with a single blow of his blade. He wouldn't even give her a chance to speak.

But if she missed the car, she'd have to climb into the city. At that time, she would probably be a lonely ghost. Never mind, this was her only choice at the moment.

Let's take a gamble! At most, they would just use force and capture their leader.

Feng Feixuan, who was still in the col, narrowed her eyes and focused all of the light into one point. She accurately calculated the distance between the col and the carriage, as well as the time she would roll down with her fastest speed.

"1. 2. 3... " A black figure quickly rolled down from the cove. Its speed was like a wheel without an angle. Without any obstruction, it rapidly descended.

"Who is it?"

Just as quickly as that. By the time the guards at the side reacted, Feng Feixuan had already accurately buckled the shaft of the carriage, pulled open the muslin curtain, and jumped in.

"Ah …" It's a ghost! " The woman screamed through the sky.

"Shua!" The sound of weapons colliding could be heard. In an instant, the carriage was completely surrounded by hundreds of armored riders, making it impossible for them to escape.

The half-naked man in the car rolled over and tried to sit up, but a sharp knife was pressed against his back against his heart.

The guard at the front pointed his sharp blade at the shadow in the car and bellowed harshly, "Which thief are you, why aren't you letting go of my master?"

"Handsome, you'd better not move, unless you want to know whether it's your soldier's sabre speed or mine." Feng Feixuan stuck closely to the man's back, and her warm breath scattered onto his exposed shoulder without covering it in the slightest. The unique fragrance of a woman's body was fresh and natural. It carried the scent of solidified blood and had a unique flavor to it.

The man was stunned for a moment, then the corner of his mouth slightly curved in a beautiful arc. Feng Feixuan could not see his facial features, but a mere smile was enough to see how cunning and evil this man was.

"Handsome? Was he trying to describe that Master hadn't? "It's quite fresh." The man's lazy voice was somewhat low, as if he had yet to wake up from a dream, but it lacked panic and fear.

When did she become so devoid of deterrence power? In any case, she was still filled with killing intent, alright?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" As he thought this, he exerted some force with the dagger in his hand. The tip of the dagger had already sunk into the flesh, and drops of blood began to seep out, staining his snow-white undergarment red.

Unexpectedly, the man was still as calm as before. With the corners of his mouth pulled back, he asked, "Miss, could it be that you have come here to seek death?"

Feng Feixuan gritted her teeth, "No."

"Then let's talk, shall we?" The man seemed to know her goal, and a single sentence landed on her sore spot, "You've been poisoned."

Feng Feixuan was surprised, and the bottom of her heart was filled with ecstasy. She was actually a little impatient as she asked, "You know how to cure poisons?" Perhaps it was because she had been tortured too much by the poisonous substance. She, who was always on guard, was actually feeling overjoyed at the moment.

"No. "I guessed." The man didn't even think before denying it, and the smile that seemed to be a provocation on the corners of his mouth caused Feng Feixuan to have the impulse to kill someone.

She flew into a rage and shouted, "You are courting death. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you? " After he finished speaking, the blade in his hand went one inch deeper, and blood started to trickle down.

The seductive woman in the carriage had completely lost her beauty. She covered her mouth as if to protect the man, but her trembling body couldn't move at all. However, her coquettish voice was still as pleasant as ever. "Master …"

"Mother Shu, don't worry." This dead man, this woman still had the heart to comfort him. Was she really not afraid of death, or did she still have a trick up her sleeve?

Feng Feixuan couldn't help but become cautious as her sharp gaze swept across the gorgeous carriage. Besides the blanket, there was also a porcelain cup of tea set. Beside her was a seven-stringed zither, which was completely normal.

"Master …" The guards outside the door were already plotting something, and the bloodthirsty aura seemed as if it would tear Feng Feixuan into a thousand pieces at any moment.

However, the man waved his hand as if nothing had happened and said: "All of you retreat! Keep moving forward and don't delay my return to the capital."

"But, Master …" The guards at the front of the carriage were naturally unwilling. Protecting their master was their duty, but at this moment, a female thief without any inner strength had taken advantage of them, threatening their master's life. How could they pretend not to see?

"Step down." The man's shout brought with it the deterrence of those in a higher position, causing people to tremble in fear.

This feeling, for some reason, made Feng Feixuan feel extremely familiar. In fact, along with more and more clear bursts of pain coming from the depths of her heart, she actually couldn't help but feel a trace of fear.

A mouthful of blood flowed down the corner of her dry lips and dripped down. With a "da" sound, warm droplets of blood fell on the man's perfect shoulder, and a strange bright red color swung open. It was like a flower blooming in hell, shocking anyone who looked at it.

It was extremely painful, and Feng Feixuan's hand that held the short saber slightly trembled, almost losing all of her strength.