Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

Feng Ranhua squatted down cautiously and prepared to hug Qingling. Suddenly, Qingling sat up straight with a wolf-like ferocious look and endless despair in her eyes.

Her Qingling was forced into this desperate situation?

The wind-dyed painting was full of soft colors and moved closer.

In an instant, Qing Ling burst into tears and murmured in a trance:

"Miss? Am I... am I going to die? How great! I can still see you when I die."

Feng Ranhua's heart seemed to be strangled by something and she couldn't hold back her tears.

"It's me, here I come."

The voice is like fog but solid as rock.

Suddenly! A glimmer of clarity flashed across Qingling's cloudy eyes. She bit her arm fiercely, and some blood slowly seeped out of the deep tooth marks.

It hurts!

It hurts - it’s not a dream!

"Miss...." Qing Ling called out with the last of her strength, her voice sounding strange, delicate and charming.

The effect of the medicine has not yet worn off!

Feng Ranhua's eyes were deep, and suddenly they became fierce. He swung his right hand and hit Qing Ling on the back of her head. Qing Ling fainted and fell into Feng Ranhua's arms.

Feng Ranhua carefully placed Qing Ling in Chen Wu's arms. Her face turned pale and she said firmly.

"Chen Wu, protect her! Retreat to the back hills, and the rest of you follow me."

"Yes!"

After Chen Wu walked away with Qing Ling's breath, Feng Ranhua, holding the Lengshuang sword and surrounded by murderous aura, ran straight to the luxurious courtyard.

The two maids on the opposite side came over at the right time, and according to the instructions of the aunt, they checked whether the stubborn woman as a rock was charming.

Hearing footsteps coming towards them, Feng Ranhua and the others stopped.

The moonlight was like a silk thread, reflecting on the stopped figures of Feng Ranhua and the other two. The two maids were startled at first, and then screamed.

"Ah! There are thorns..."

brush!

Two darts flew away.

The space was filled with the smell of blood.

The three men stepped over the two warm corpses with expressionless faces. Feng Ranhua's stiff face moved slightly, and he remembered the antidote.

"Search for the antidote!"

A guard stepped forward and searched, and found a porcelain bottle in his waist pocket. Feng Ranhua took it and threw it into the small torn book.

"Ah! Evil woman!" Little Poshu had been sleeping for nearly a month. Just when he woke up, a porcelain bottle hit him in the face. He jumped and roared in pain.

"Shut up!"

The sound came from outside and it was so cold that it could freeze someone to death.

The little book was stunned for a moment, then he secretly stuck his head out. Hey, it was pitch black outside, and only the cold frost sword in the evil woman's hand emitted a few cold lights.

It turns out that the female devil wanted to kill people when the moon was dark and the wind was strong!

So exciting!

Fortunately, he woke up, otherwise he would have missed the show again.

Just as they reached the luxurious boudoir, they heard strange noises from inside the room, like stumbling and groaning, but what was even stranger was that they were all men's voices.

"Exciting! Exciting! So exciting!" The little bookworm glared with his short arms and legs, jumped onto Feng Ranhua's shoulder, and leaned towards the window with an expectant look on his face.

Wind-dyed painting: …………

She glanced at the tattered book, lifted her pigtail and stuffed it into the book, "Little kid, is this what you're supposed to read?"

"Ah, you evil woman, you deprive me of my benefits! I am older than you, tens of thousands of years older than you!!!" The little book was so angry that he jumped up and down in the space.

But I didn’t dare to go out.

Feng Ranhua and his group arrived outside the door, released their breath, stretched out their thighs, and kicked the wooden door, which fell down.

It alarmed several people in the house.

"You're risking your life. You've ruined my mood. Ying'er, go and take a look." Aunt Feiying's charming voice flowed out gently, and the person on her body did not stop moving.

Ying Er nodded and walked to the antique shelf.

Suddenly, the temperature in the house dropped to freezing point, and endless murderous intent surged in.

"There's an assassin!" Ying'er pulled out a silk ribbon and poured his internal strength into throwing it towards Feng Ranhua and his group.

Like ghosts, two people appeared out of nowhere, one hook, one gun, and they surrounded Feng Ranhua.

The sharp sound of swords clashing continued to be heard outside the door.

The person on Aunt Feiying's body turned pale with fear, and shrank inside...

Aunt Feiying kicked the man away before she had enough fun. "Useless little thing, get out of here."

After receiving the order, the two men ran out through the side door without taking any clothes. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Aunt Feiying pulled a red robe from the shelf, put it on slowly, and walked barefoot to the window.

Suddenly, she was stunned!

"Beautiful! So beautiful!"

"Don't hurt your face!"

Feng Ranhua looked at Aunt Feiying with contempt and cut the silk ribbon in Ying'er's hand with a sword.

Slowly, the greed in Aunt Feiying's eyes turned into solemnity.

In less than a moment, with the knife falling and a scream, Ying'er died, and one of the two masters died and the other was injured.

Aunt Feiying jumped up and rang a small bell under the roof beam, and the loud sound of the bell spread throughout the Yanhu Villa.

Experts kept coming from all directions.

Feng Ranhua knew that he could not continue fighting, so he killed the remaining master with a few swords.

She spun around, and the Leng Shuang Sword came towards Aunt Feiying with terrifying pressure like a mountain torrent and tsunami. Aunt Feiying quickly dodged and picked up a knife to meet the attack.

Also a master!

Feng Ranhua directly activated her supernatural power on the Lengshuang Sword, and stabbed Aunt Feiying with every sword move.

"Who are you? Why are you here to assassinate?" Aunt Feiying asked while fighting the enemy.

Feng Ranhua snorted coldly, "Ask the King of Hell!"

"What a crazy girl! Since you came here in person, I, your aunt, am in need of a personal disciple, and you! Are just right!" Aunt Feiying said with a giggle.

Troops from all directions are approaching.

Feng Ranhua shouted, "Retreat!"

The two guards jumped onto the roof and ran towards the back mountain.

"Want to run away? You've entered my house, and you still want to run away?" Aunt Feiying rolled up the silk ribbon used by Ying'er and tied Feng Ranhua up.

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes at her with disdain: "I'll take your arm as interest today."

He activated all his supernatural powers and when he got close, the Leng Shuang Sword, which could cut through iron like mud, cut off Aunt Feiying's right arm with a single sword move.

"what!!!"

A miserable cry resounded through the sky.

Then, Feng Ranhua turned quickly and ran towards the backyard, shooting out several balls of fire and throwing them at the houses in the backyard.

In an instant, the row of houses was engulfed in flames.

She deliberately created a cloud of doubt, moving between the other two courtyards as flames spread.

She then found a quiet path and retreated to the back mountain to look for Chen Wu and others.

pain!

Severe pain!

Aunt Feiying felt a sharp pain in all the bones in her body, and she screamed at the group of people coming in:

"Chase! Catch him back to me, dead or alive!"

The entire Yanhu Villa fell into chaos, with people trying to put out the fire and catch the assassin!

Chen Wu and the two guards are all members of King Han's Shadow Hunting Team and are good at hiding.

After more than a quarter of an hour, Feng Ranhua caught up with Chen Wu and others.

"Follow me!" Feng Ranhua jumped in front and led the way. The jungle was her territory.

Hearing the sound and knowing the direction, Feng Ranhua followed the sound of water and walked for half an hour before arriving at a creek.

After finding a rock to shelter from the wind, the three guards built two fires. To prevent them from being easily found in the dark, they cut down several large trees and surrounded the fires to block the light.

Feng Ranhua placed Qing Ling on her thighs and quickly fed her an antidote.