"She is fine!!!" Several men in black had already rushed into the carriage, and the carriage was forced to stop. The guard stood up and answered Wen Tai loudly, but he did not leave the carriage and started fighting with the people.
The soft sword around Wen Tai's waist had already been pulled out, and all the way, it was stained with blood.
He swung his sword and shook off the black masked man's pursuit: "Bastard! Look for death! Get out of here!"
Several people jumped to the carriage, lifted the curtain of the carriage and took a look.
Bai Weiwei's body was bent over and tilted on the soft blanket, with tears in her eyes.
That glance made him feel heartbroken.
I wish I could die by myself and didn't want her to experience such cruel killing again.
He raised his hand to untie the acupoints on her body. Bai Weiwei cried and said, "Wentai, don't worry about me, you go, I'm the one they want to kill, I'll go out, you go, go!" He struggled to get up, intending to get off the carriage, end all this, and stop the killing.
How could Wen Tai agree? A clever force pushed her down again and pointed her acupoint again. But this time I felt a little more comfortable, and my limbs were at least not in a strange position.
Wen Tai glanced at her again, her eyes widened.
Wen Tai locked the curtains of the carriage.
He jumped down, pulled the reins of the carriage with one hand, and began to swing the sword and chop it with the other hand, moving the carriage forward.
They moved a little bit every time, but were forced to stop. But in fact, they didn't move at all, because no matter how they moved, they were always surrounded by men in black holding knives.
What is the difference between such movement and non-moving? It still exists.
It’s just that with Wen Tai’s joining, there are more and more masked people in black falling down on both sides...
However, the more and more colors the dozen guards hung on them...
They fought here and did not rest for a moment, but their opponents changed batch after batch. However, their movements did not slow down because they knew that as long as they relaxed a little, not only would they die, but the people they protected would also die!
They can die, but they can't be sorry for the young master's trust.
I don’t know who shouted in the chaos: “Protect the Empress and swear allegiance to the young master!”
This is like a spiritual slogan, giving tired people instantly a strength.
More than a dozen people shouted, killing them, "Protect the Empress! Swear to be loyal to the young master!!!"
"Protect the Empress and swear allegiance to the young master!"
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"Protect the Empress and swear allegiance to the young master!!!" Wen Tai's eyes shone brightly and he shouted. The sword danced faster and faster.
The more I shouted, the more I became, the louder the more I shouted. This sound slowly became ethereal, but it seemed to have penetration, penetrated the layers of woods, penetrated the unknown mountains, and reached the ears of the man far away in the Dragon and Phoenix Bookstore of Mo Yuguo...
The little servant trotted into a studio.
In the studio, a handsome and tough man was painting. The picture was a graceful young man with a graceful smile and beautiful eyes, wearing a scarf with a scarf...
The boss of Longfeng Bookstore stood behind him for no reason.
Something was being reported behind him for no reason.
Mo Qianxun warmly added a strand of hair fluttering in the wind to the woman's temples on the painting, adding to the charming meaning of this young man.