Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

I couldn't help but look at him again and wondered why he looked so familiar. It was him, wasn't it? I just saw him this afternoon.

My thoughts drifted away for only a moment, and then vigilance returned to my mind.

Who knows if what she said is true or not? Even if it is true, so what?

Sooner or later, there will be a war between the East and the West. What difference does it make if it happens sooner or later?

If they had eliminated themselves, whom they considered to be a "hidden danger", before the war, and the two countries of the Xiqing Alliance, the north and the south, had gunpowder at their disposal, what was the reason for the war? Was it really that important?

Besides, what was he expecting? Didn't he already know Yi Fengbai's purpose for approaching him?

Did he really think he was the one for me? Or had he seen that I was so unmoved that he was too lazy to even pretend?

I was too confident, confident in Yi Fengbai, confident in myself, and confident in He Ru.

It is rare for someone to successfully assassinate a well-trained national army, but what if the assassin is from this national army?

The few people he brought with him were undoubtedly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Yi Fengbai's large army.

Sure enough, high-end hunters often appear as prey.

Be skeptical of her every word.

I just couldn't hear any useful information and didn't want to waste time with him anymore. Maybe she was just stalling for time.

Still wanting to find out the truth: "Yi Fengbai wants to kill me."

Wang Qunbing was stunned, not understanding how he came to this conclusion. He felt like he was making things worse.

But she didn't have time to explain. The sound of weapons clashing outside made both of them alert. The carriage door was pushed open, and the man in black looked at Wang Qunbing anxiously: "Why are you so slow?"

Wang Qunbing didn't understand why, but his intuition told him that it wasn't a good thing.

He quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into his arms, then stood in front of Su Ge and said, "Who is so bold as to act so presumptuously here?"

Obviously, he also knew how troublesome it would be if something happened to Sugo here. By then, not to mention leaving, he might not even have his freedom.

"Stop pretending. His Highness said there's no need to pretend. Since the matter hasn't been completed, go out and wait. Don't bother me here."

Then he pushed her out.

The dagger went straight towards Sugo's face, intending to hit the target with one strike.

But Sugo was really difficult to deal with. He couldn't hurt him and he couldn't hurt himself. He looked outside and could catch a glimpse of that familiar figure.

He was ready to die, but was a little slow and was killed by Sugo.

Until his death, the words in his mind kept repeating: "Either you kill him, or he kills you, but all this must be done before Prince Sheng arrives."

This means that the mission is completed, right?

Blood splattered, and warm liquid flowed down Sugo's face. The moment he looked out was a flaw, but it was definitely not enough for him to cut his neck so accurately.

Was he killed so easily by himself? It only made him suspicious.

But he didn't have much time to hesitate, because there was no time for him to hesitate. He looked at the person who came in the moonlight with a wary look on his face.

The expression was exactly like that of a highly defensive wolf cub, which was very cute in Yi Fengbai's eyes.

"They were all assassins, leaving no one alive. Are you okay?"

She held her hand out in front of him, palm open. "Come down for a minute. Let someone clean it up."

He extended his palm forward, Sugo looked at him suspiciously, put his hand on it, and pulled it over with force.

His thigh hit the car and he lost his balance, but was supported by Su Ge. However, before he could react, a dagger gleaming with cold light was pressed against his neck. The force did not slow down at all. He stretched out his finger and wiped his neck, which was covered with blood.

The hope in his eyes was completely replaced by confusion and heartache.

Regardless of whether speaking would increase the danger: "You want to kill me?"

It's not that I haven't thought that he would want to kill me, but when this moment really came, it was a thousand times more heartbreaking than I expected.

"Yes."

"why?"

"No reason."

"Hahaha! Hahaha! You don't even want to tell me a reason."

None of the onlookers were not worried. They didn't know what was going on and started to try to persuade them.

But neither of them could listen.

Yi Fengbai held the dagger and turned around easily. Su Ge didn't know what he was going to do, so he exerted more force in his hand. While struggling, the dagger moved from the neck to the chest.

Yi Fengbai did not avoid his gaze at all, which even had a hint of oppression. His deep pupils locked Su Ge's sight firmly, and he could not avoid it no matter how he dodged.

"Sometimes, I really want to ask you if you have a heart."

As if what he said hit the mark, Su Ge also wanted to know whether he had a heart or not, but so what? Not caring was the highest level of protecting oneself. As long as no one could get into his heart, no one would ever pierce his heart accurately.

His silence seemed to be the best answer, extinguishing Yi Fengbai's last glimmer of hope.

The blood-covered hand suddenly grabbed Su Ge's hand and pressed it down.

Sugo was frightened by his sudden movement and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but his strength was too great, so he had to stretch out his other hand to grab the blade and reduce the force.

"Are you crazy?"

"As you wish, aren't you happy?"

It took a lot of effort to pull out the dagger, threw it far away, and fell into the carriage.

Yi Fengbai looked at him, his eyes full of mockery: "Hypocrisy."

He covered his chest and walked out. When he was about to be blocked by the crowd, he turned back to look at Su Ge and said, "This is the last chance."

Su Ge was breathing heavily, his head was a mess. As a person in the game, he finally got lost.

Bo Qiu pulled him down and spread out his palm, only to discover a wound so deep that the bone was visible, with blood and flesh turned outward, looking extremely hideous.

Sugo was very quiet, letting them fiddle with it. It seemed that his head was filled with many questions, but also seemed to have nothing. He had a sense of detachment from the world.

Doctor Zhuang treated his wounds and the carriage was cleaned. Perhaps it was the rare sense of security on the journey, Su Ge retreated and didn't want to come out again. Escaping was cowardly, but he didn't have the rationality or state of mind to solve the problem yet.

Dealing with things in a less than clear state of mind will only make things worse.

Tiredly sitting on a chair, Bo Qiu suddenly stood up as if he had seen something, not caring at all that his head hit the roof of the car: "Your Highness, is your wound broken?"

Su Ge was confused, so he reached down to touch his waist and found blood all over his hand. He said it felt a little painful, but he thought it was just the pain from a normal wound.

In addition, I was sweating all over, so I didn't pay much attention to it. The dark clothes and the dark night made it difficult to be discovered.

"Call Doctor Zhuang."

The peace and quiet I wanted is gone.

Before, Doctor Zhuang had always examined Su Ge's injuries and applied medicine to him when he was asleep, but now he was not so comfortable.

But when he saw Sugo's calm face, he felt that he was the one who was dirty.