After having a simple dinner brought by the child, Murong Wushuang sat on the bed and began to meditate
Although Feng Manlou's current performance is that he did not notice that she and Feng Manxiu were out of danger.
However, to be cautious, Murong Wushuang still remained vigilant.
After all, Feng Manxiu and Jing Jing are both injured now. If something really happens, she must be the main combatant.
In Murong Wushuang's meditation, the night becomes darker
After a period of meditation, Murong Wushuang felt that his whole body was full of energy and his mind was very clear.
Pushing open the door and walking out, she walked quietly into the courtyard
The faint moonlight reflects the various wooden utensils displayed in the yard even more exquisitely.
Looking at something similar to a wooden horse in front of him, Murong Wushuang couldn't help but become interested.
Previously, she had a mentor who worked on the research of magic puppets and could control puppets with magic power.
I don't know if she can do it
Reaching out to stroke the wooden horse, Murong Wushuang was about to give it a try when he suddenly felt the uneasy fluctuations of the wind element on the west side of the yard.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and turned to the direction of the fluctuation, gathering her mental strength
Judging from the fluctuations of the wind element, someone should be approaching her direction.
The area of fluctuation is not very large, and it seems that there are not many people
Looking around, Murong Wushuang used the wind control technique to fly up and hide behind the trunk of a big tree outside the courtyard.
The wind element is like a loyal servant, following her to report the direction of the other party.
Feeling that the other party was approaching, Murong Wushuang held his breath.
A figure soon flashed into her sight
It was a tall and thin figure. When approaching the wall of Xue Qianli courtyard, the man slowly slowed down and stopped.
The dim moonlight reflected his back
Seeing clearly his dark purple Anxing clothes and the long knife on his back, Murong Wushuang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Judging from his appearance, could he be from Feng Lin Yingying?
These guys are getting into trouble with her again!
Murong Wushuang's thin lips couldn't help but tighten.
He raised his fingers slightly, and three wind blades quietly formed not far behind the black shadow.