The team suddenly stopped, and Feng Yiying's body tensed slightly. Yi Qingchen's heart moved, knowing that he must have discovered something in front of him. He opened his eyes wide and looked forward, and his heart was shocked. Under the reflection of countless torches,
On the avenue not far ahead, two people appeared. One was a woman in red, with a bright red peony embroidered on her skirt. She was wearing a pair of bright red embroidered shoes. It was not raining at the moment, but she was holding an umbrella.
, the umbrella cover was very low, completely covering her face, and only the dark hair could be seen flying out from under the umbrella. There was no wind at this time, but her dress was rustling, and she was holding a baby in her hand.
The child. The child looked to be seven or eight years old. He was also dressed in red and had a braid that reached the sky. His face was white, as if he had applied a layer of powder. The two looked like a mother and son, holding each other like this.
He walked over. Such a mother and son suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, and a chill ran down everyone's spine. The guard walking at the front pulled out his sword with a whoosh and shouted: "What are you doing? Don't say anything to me.
Let's go! Don't scare the holy driver of our third prince." "Mom, I'm hungry!" The child suddenly said crisply. "Oh, darling, there are a lot of dishes here, mom will cook for you right now.
Eat. "Cooking? A lot of dishes? The guards looked left and right and couldn't see any vegetable fields nearby, let alone any place for cooking. The guard frowned and took a step forward: "You...
..." Before he could say a word, he suddenly heard Yi Qingchen shouting in his ears: "Get away quickly, this is a mother-child attack!" Before he had time to react, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his chest hurt suddenly, as if there was something wrong with him.
Something was pulled out, and suddenly he saw the woman holding a bright red, beating thing in her hand. There was a "buzz" in his head, a "plop", and he fell down from his horse. The guards were shocked. This guard's martial arts
He is also one of the best among them. At this moment, his heart was ripped out. There is no room for resistance! These guards are elites selected from ten thousand. They cooperate with each other tacitly and have a deeper relationship than ordinary brothers.