Small snow particles like sand are drifting in the north wind
The weeds on the weed beach are looming and covered with a thin layer of snow, making them look even more desolate.
The golden dragon flag on a black background flutters in the wind
Under the dragon's banner, Jing Jing and his three thousand cavalry are on tight alert.
In the past, Feng Lin Shadow ambushed me here several times.
This time escorting Murong Wushuang, Jing Jing did not dare to relax even a little bit.
In the carriage, Murong Wushuang, who had stopped to meditate, raised the curtain and looked at the well mirror outside the carriage.
"General Jing, how far is it from Dongguan Fortress?!"
"Going back to Princess, the road is slippery after the snow. We still have about two hours to get there!"
Jing Jing replied respectfully
Murong Wushuang's eyes slid across the thin snow on top of his helmet
"Don't worry, everyone. It will be good if you can enter the customs before dark!"
"yes!"
Jing Jing agreed to send the order, and Murong Wushuang lowered the car curtain again.
Looking down at Xuan Ying, the wand on her lap, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
We are about to enter the Dong Pass. Is Feng Lin Shadow really not making any moves this time?!
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she opened her arms and felt the abundant water and wind elements inside and outside the car. She felt that her whole body became lighter and more integrated with these elements.
Disharmonious wind element fluctuations came, and Murong Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes.
"Hmph! Is it finally here?!"
Holding the magic wand Xuanying in his hand, Murong Wushuang suddenly opened the car curtain and walked out.
"parking!"
Her sudden appearance surprised everyone including the coachman and Jing Jing.
Although he didn't know what she was doing, the coachman still tightened the reins of his horse.
"stop!"
Jingjing ordered loudly
Following his voice, the galloping cavalry and the four horses pulling the cart stopped at the same time.
"Princess, what's wrong?!"
Jing Jing then looked at Murong Wushuang's face in confusion.
Murong Wushuang raised the corners of her lips lightly
"Waiting for someone!"
Before she finished speaking, countless black shadows suddenly flew out of the grass around the carriage.
Dark purple tights, a black or dark red mask, a sharp long knife... these are Feng Lin Shadow's standard attire.