Poisonous Pet World: The War King's Heart-stealing Medical Concubine

After having an exquisite and sumptuous breakfast, the light of morning light was still gently shrouded by the white snow, as hazy and beautiful as a layer of gauze.

The group of people, wearing thick winter clothes and stepping on snowflakes as fine as salt, once again resolutely embarked on a long journey full of unknowns.

At this moment, heavy snow is falling continuously, and each crystal clear snowflake seems to contain the unique emotion unique to winter. They fall slowly from the sky like dancing elves.

Murong Zixi and Jun Feimo sat side by side in the moving carriage. The atmosphere in the carriage was exceptionally warm and pleasant, forming a strong and sharp contrast with the freezing cold scene of ice and snow outside.

Murong Zixi was wearing a gorgeous brocade fur coat. Her hair was carefully combed and gently tied up. A few strands of hair inadvertently slid down her fair cheeks to her shoulders, adding a touch of gentleness, charming and shyness to her.

She was seen leaning lazily on Jun Feimo's broad and solid chest, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, completely immersed in this precious moment of tranquility and leisure, as if the hustle and bustle of the world around her had gone far away from her and could no longer disturb her in the slightest.

Jun Feimo gazed at the beautiful woman in his arms with deep affection and adoration, his slender fingers moving lightly through Zi Xi's soft and smooth hair like a nimble dancer.

The jet-black and shiny hair exuded a light and refreshing jasmine scent, which made Jun Feimo intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, outlining an extremely gentle smile, which concealed his deep love and cherishment for Zi Xi.

"Xier~" Jun Feimo whispered softly. His low and magnetic voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, as if he was afraid to break the rare quiet atmosphere at the moment.

When Murong Zixi heard the call, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as light as butterfly wings, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Jun Feimo with a dazed look, and hummed softly: "Hmm?"

Jun Feimo stretched out his hand and carefully touched her face, which was as delicate as mutton-fat jade, feeling the delicate touch from his fingertips.

He slowly moved closer, then lowered his head and gently kissed Murong Zixi's forehead, cheeks and lips.

This kiss was full of love and attachment, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The carriage was still moving slowly in the snow, its wheels making a creaking sound as they rolled over the snow. The ruts on the white snow gradually extended, forming a series of traces that were deep or shallow and in an orderly manner.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky fluttered down, covering the whole world with a thick layer of silver, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale.

After a long journey of five days, Jun Feimo, Murong Zixi and his party finally arrived at Sanshengmen.

After they stepped out of the Sansheng Gate, they came to the snowy mountains.

This snow-capped mountain is majestic and magnificent, with its peak straight and steep, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

Looking around, the sky and the earth are pure white, without any impurities, it is breathtakingly beautiful.

The carriage suddenly stopped without any warning, and in an instant, the surroundings fell into deathly silence. Only the biting cold wind blew, rolling up crystal clear snowflakes, making a whistling sound.

On Murong Zixi's beautiful face, the slightly upturned corners of her lips outlined a faint and charming smile, as beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

She stretched out her slender arms gracefully, as if trying to dispel all the fatigue in her body, and uttered a soft moan: "Again?"

Jun Feimo's eyes, which were originally as deep as a pool, became even sharper at this moment.

Jun Feimo opened his mouth slowly and said: "Someone is afraid that Xier will go to the State of Chu..." His voice was low and magnetic, and it seemed to carry a different kind of warmth in this cold winter day.

A group of figures in black night clothes gradually emerged from the thick snow fog like ghosts.

These people's movements were light and nimble, and their shapes were like phantoms, making it difficult to grasp their true whereabouts; their faces were tightly covered by wide cloaks, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light, which were fixed firmly on Murong Zixi and her entourage.

In an instant, the whole scene fell into an extremely tense atmosphere, which was so depressing that it was almost suffocating.

Murong Zixi and Jun Feimo got out of the carriage. Murong Zixi looked at the man in black and just snorted coldly.

Her entire temperament suddenly changed dramatically.

The originally delicate and gentle image disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unignorable majesty and domineering aura.

She fiddled with the exquisite pistol in her hand carelessly, with a firm and fearless look in her eyes, and said coldly: "You are looking for death!"

Jun Feimo stood quietly beside her, his eyes as cold as stars, shooting straight at the group of mysterious men in black.

They were wearing black cloaks, making it difficult to see their true faces, but those eyes hidden in the darkness revealed a biting chill, staring at Murong Zixi like a poisonous snake.

In an instant, the entire space was shrouded in a heavy murderous aura, and the tense atmosphere spread rapidly like a tide.

Murong Zixi was holding an exquisite pistol in her hand. The pistol had a unique shape and exquisite craftsmanship, which obviously exceeded the technological level of this era.

The gun seemed to fit so perfectly between her slender fingers, as if it was made especially for her.

Murong Zixi fiddled with the pistol nonchalantly, with a gleam of determination in her eyes: "I'll let you have a taste of my power."

"Do it!"

The secret guards engaged in a thrilling life-and-death battle with those mysterious men in black.

The flashes of swords and the sounds of metal clashing were endless; the shouts and roars of anger resounded through the sky, and the shrill screams that came from time to time were even more creepy.

Murong Zixi pulled the trigger, and there was a loud "bang". The crisp gunshot pierced the sky like thunder, instantly breaking the originally noisy atmosphere on the battlefield.

The fatal bullet hit the man in black who attempted a sneak attack with lightning speed, and its power was astonishing.

The man in black groaned and then collapsed, with bright red blood gushing out from his chest, like a bunch of enchanting red lotus blooming on the white snow, which was shocking to the sight.

Seeing this, Murong Zixi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile: "Humph! You guys think you can kill me? You really overestimate your own abilities!"

Jun Feimo's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He quickly drew out the long sword hanging at his waist, and his figure flashed, leaping into the air like a flash of lightning.

In an instant, the sword light flashed and the cold air was pressing. Any man in black who tried to get close to him would be immediately killed on the spot by his extremely sharp sword skills, with no chance of survival.