Lan'er cunningly glanced at Xiling Jinyue's colorful carriage. Xiling Jinyue felt relieved and said helplessly: "Forget it, you've gone up together to take care of her."
Lan'er was naturally not polite. She hurried forward and diligently opened the curtain for Xiling Jinyue who was holding Luo Ling. After Xiling Jinyue went up, he quickly got in.
The carriage slowly set off one after another. A hundred meters away, Zhang Shaoliang lay on a thick branch, looking at the monocular telescope, shook his head repeatedly. When the black tiger saw it, he grabbed the telescope. When he saw it, he wrinkled slightly.
Frown.
"It's over, there's really no hope now. I really didn't expect that Lan'er was actually from Xiling. She has raised a little tiger by her side for so many days. Tsk tsk... It hurts when she thinks about it!"
Zhang Shaoliang lamented, jumped off the tree, and said to Heihu: "Please advise your young master to go back quickly. There is no hope. It falls into the hands of the Xiling royal family. There are only two consequences. The first one is death.
The second is tragic death!”
Heihu also jumped off the tree and returned the telescope to him, but shook his head and said, "You can't let the young master know that the lady is still alive. If he knows, he will always try his best to go at any cost.
Rescue the lady.”
Speaking of this, Heihu raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Shaoliang: "Brother Shaoliang just said that when he fell into the Xiling royal family, there was only one way to die? Anyway, they were all dead. So, from now on, let's think Miss Luo is dead.
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"What?" Zhang Shaoliang was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Heihu to be so cold-blooded. In fact, he had no hope in his mouth. He was still thinking about everyone thinking about a solution to see if there was a way to do it, but he gave up when he saw Heihu.
So, a little unhappy.
"If your son fell into the hands of the Xiling royal family, would you still say that?" Zhang Shaoliang looked at him with a complicated expression.
Heihu snorted coldly, turned around and strode away, and said coldly: "With me, Heihu, I, will never let that happen."
Zhang Shaoliang looked at the back that was far away and always felt that the person in front of him was very similar to the person he had heard of.
According to legend, there is a guardian who is known as the "Dark Guard" by his side. He is always protecting the emperor. His duty is very simple, which is to protect the emperor.
Facing the rest, I took it lightly, very lightly, and even cold-blooded...
Thinking of this, Zhang Shaoliang vaguely felt something was wrong. Yuwen Haoyu told him that he was an agent sent by the court. Do an agent need such a good guard by his side? And the one who has always been self-reliant, from
Old Man Cao, who does not follow the powerful, is also respectful to Yuwen Haoyu. He always feels that the identity of the guy who is absent-minded in the farmhouse is very suspicious.
When Heihu returned to the farmhouse, he saw Yuwen Haoyu walking out with his sword's eyes bloodshot eyes. Heihu immediately stepped forward and blocked his way.
"Master, please stay." He nodded slightly and said with a blank expression: "If you want to save Miss Luo, then there is no need."
Upon hearing this, Yu Wen Haoyu was shocked all over, and his hand holding the hilt tightly trembled slightly. He looked at Heihu with his eyes straight, and his voice was hoarse: "Why? What's wrong with Ling'er?"
"My subordinates have already gone to investigate. Miss Luo has been seriously injured and died. She was buried by the Xiling people in the morning. When my subordinates went to salvage the body, it was too late."