The Royal Guards of the Aolong Kingdom escorted a brocade car out of Hongshan Fortress
The interior of the Jin car is spacious, but there are no seats. It is just covered with fluffy thick blankets and a few cushions and pillows are thrown in randomly.
It seems that this car is specially designed for lying on, but not for sitting on!
Feng Manxiu was still lying lazily on the brocade mat in the car.
Looking at his appearance, you can't help but give people a feeling
It's as if his bones are naturally soft, always giving people a sense of powerlessness and laziness.
Murong Wushuang sat quietly opposite him, eyes slightly lowered.
If possible, she would like to take a separate car
Or, you can also ride a horse
At least, you don't have to face Feng Manxiu's slightly squinting eyes, but his gaze always crosses her face from time to time.
This man's gaze was blurry and charming, making her feel vaguely uneasy.
"What happened yesterday?!"
Feng Manxiu lazily stuffed a pomegranate between her lips, then broke open the remaining pomegranate in her hand and put half of it in front of her.
"It's very sour, do you want it?"
Murong Wushuang hesitated for a moment and finally took it in his hand.
Pinch a piece, put it between your lips, and chew it gently
The sour taste with a slight sweetness flowed wildly between her lips and tongue, which was her favorite taste.
"It's an assassin!"
Murong Wushuang spoke in a calm tone.
"There were about a dozen people. The carriage was frightened and ran wildly. I don't know what happened next. I think my guards probably stopped the assassins, but I was just pulled to the gate of the fortress by the horses!"
Feng Manxiu put all the pomegranate grains in his hand into his mouth. While chewing them gently, he glanced at Murong Wushuang as if unintentionally.
"They are all dead!"
"What?!"
Murong Wushuang showed fake surprise
"What about General Bai?!"
"Everyone is dead, including your bodyguards and ten assassins!"
Spitting the pomegranate seeds in his mouth into the plate, Feng Manxiu suddenly changed his subject and asked softly
"How old are you?!"
"Eleven years old!"
Murong Wushuanghao replied without hesitation
A sneer flashed across Fengman's face with drooped sleeves
Being able to react so quickly when hearing that everyone is dead
If this little thing wasn't extremely calm, he would have known that all those people were dead!