Seeing an assassin attacking, Feng Manxiu dodged and was already in front of the housekeeper.
With a flick of his left hand, he threw it towards the butler and towards Wushuang.
"Wushuang, hold on to the butler!"
While reminding Murong Wushuang in a deep voice, his right arm seemed to be lazily reaching out and strangled the assassin's throat.
It looked as if the assassin had brought his throat directly in front of him
Accompanied by a sound of bones breaking, the assassin's head tilted to one side.
He let go of his hand, and the assassin immediately fell to the ground heavily like a sack.
Murong Wushuang supported the pale butler and looked at Feng Manxiu with unconcealed surprise in his eyes.
In the dim night, his wide sleeves rolled up and his figure was graceful.
Where is the slightest trace of usual laziness and tiredness?
That dark red figure, every move and style is simple and direct
Staring at Feng Manxiu, who seems to be the god of death in the dark night, harvesting life at will
Many doubts in Murong Wushuang's heart were suddenly solved
No wonder he can remain calm in the face of danger
No wonder the assassin in Hongshan Fortress died suddenly
No wonder, when assassins appeared in Jinyuan that night, he suddenly appeared
…
Come to think of it, the lazy good-for-nothing before, the deliberate falling into the water before, and the morbid and languid behavior before were all disguises.
Not only is this guy very skilled, he is no worse than her in terms of concealment and disguise.
With both civil and military skills, he is the real dragon among men among the proud dragon princes!
Seeing Feng Manxiu put down the last assassin, and elegantly retracted his figure,
Murong Wushuang couldn't help but sigh secretly
If it weren't for the assassin who suddenly appeared today, she doesn't know how long she would have been kept secret!
Behind him, sharp fluctuations of the wind element came, and Murong Wushuang couldn't help but frown slightly.
Pretending to be exhausted, she directly supported the housekeeper and fell to the ground.
The thin arrow piercing the air brushed past her forehead, and Murong Wushuang sensitively smelled the fishy smell above.
"careful!"
As she smelled the fishy smell, Feng Manxiu's voice also rushed into her ears.