In the face of everyone's puzzlement, Xuanyuan Yi only said coldly: "You continue to investigate from all directions, Hongming is not stupid, he may not directly send people back to Yan Rui, and besides, it is not necessarily the one who kidnaps Qinger. There is only Hong Ming, and Qing’er may also be tied to Cang Yue. Tomorrow I will send troops to attack the city, Yan Yu, you lead 300 people to Cang Yue’s camp to search for Qing’er’s whereabouts, whether it is them or not, tomorrow, I will let Cang Yue pays the price." If it was Cang Yue, then their sins would be unforgivable; even if they weren't, they were Hong Ming's accomplices, and he would not let them go either. Qinger, I want all those who have hurt you to pay the price they deserve.
Pei Che had hardly seen Xuanyuan Yi like this, the kind of aura that seemed to be full of destruction all over his body, which was more creepy than the furious roar. There are also Yan Yu and Cang Su, who are always gloomy and silent, and the many dark soldiers behind them are also a terrifying force, not to mention the seemingly gentle but mysterious Shang Jun. He had a hunch that if something happened to Murong Shuqing, it would not be just a few people who would be affected by the flames.
Looking around at them, Pei Che asked cautiously, "If I can't find Shu Qing like this?"
The already silent camp fell into dead silence once again. After a long time, Xuanyuan Yi said word by word, "Yan Rui and Cang Yue have been overturned, and she must be retrieved." After speaking, he left the camp without looking back. Pei Che knew that this was not only Xuanyuan Yi's oath, but also the voice of everyone in the tent. Murong Shuqing, you must not be in trouble.
Xuanyuan Yi stepped out of the tent, and the ice soul that had been guarding outside did not leave, staring straight behind him, and when he still couldn't see the familiar figure, it seemed to sense something and gasped frantically. , its front feet stomped hard on the ground, and the high and low roar showed its unease and fury. Immediately, when the ice soul was about to rush away, Xuanyuan Yi grabbed the reins that were still on its head and pulled it back.
Ice Soul ignored him, still irritably prancing around his body, regardless of whether it would hurt him or not, he just wanted to leave immediately. Xuanyuan Yi hugged its head tightly, but didn't let go. After a stalemate for a while, the ice soul gradually lost its support, and beads of sweat appeared on Xuanyuan Yi's forehead.
After it was a little quieter, Xuanyuan Yi whispered in its ear: "I will bring her back, trust me." After speaking, Xuanyuan Yi untied the saddle on his body and put it on his mouth. The reins, one person and one horse, confronted each other in this icy snowy day.
After a long time, the ice soul turned around and ran out of the camp very calmly, but this time Xuanyuan Yi did not stop it.
An ordinary carriage was parked on the side of the official road, and some motorcades passed by from time to time. The sun was setting in the west, and the gorgeous golden light shrouded the car body, and an old brown horse lowered its head and grazing leisurely. The curtains of the carriage had been lifted, and a thin man sat on the carriage, passing the dry food in his hand to the woman beside him, and covering her with a thin blanket from time to time, for fear that the wind and snow in the northwest would freeze the beautiful woman beside him. The woman's face was ordinary, and her pale face made her always look lazy and seemed to have no energy.
Passers-by will not pay attention to the young couple. They are as ordinary as any couple. The woman seems to be seriously ill, and the husband is carefully guarding it. In the afterglow of the sunset, the two whispered, warm but dull.
The woman took the dry food handed over and held it in her hand, but she didn't eat it. She moved her hands and feet gently. She had been sleeping like this for two days, and the carriage was bumping day and night, and her bones were about to fall apart. When her hands and feet were a little more flexible and she was able to sit up, she smiled at the man beside her and said, "Thank you."
The man covered her with a thin quilt, disapproving of her thanks, but his expression was gentle. Murong Shuqing shook his head with a chuckle, this Wuming is really a genius, no matter whether she is male, female, young or old, she looks so vivid, I wonder who Tang Xiaoxiao and her are better? She actually thought of pretending to be a husband and wife with her, an old horse, a broken car, an amorous husband, a long-sick wife, and she also made it easy for herself, and now it is Yan Yu and Cang Su. , I'm afraid it's hard to recognize.
Of course, if her gentle movements, tender face, and sincere eyes can be matched, it will be perfect, but unfortunately, her seemingly tender eyes are full of indifference. Murong Shuqing turned his back to her, leaned against the wall of the car and closed his eyes and said Wuming, "Thank you for not killing Lu Yi."
Wuming turned around, frowned slightly, and asked strangely, "How do you know that I didn't kill her?" She had always been in a coma, and she had never told her that Lu Yi was not dead. How did she know
Murong Shuqing breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Guess what, you told me just now that you didn't kill her." She was finally in the mood to eat dry food. For the past two days, she had been worried about Lu Yi, but she was surprised. Safe.
Wuming didn't understand the woman in front of her. She had been kidnapped for two days. The first thing she could say was to set her words and care about the girl's life. She doesn't know, should she be most worried about herself? Looking away, Wuming didn't bother to look at Murong Shuqing again.
Murong Shuqing ate the dry food one bite at a time. She didn't know if she was too hungry after not eating for too long. Send it to the mouth. Looking at the gradually falling sunset outside the window, Murong Shuqing asked vaguely, "Are you poisoned?"
Wuming couldn't help but stunned, breathing tight, why did she know that she was poisoned? But in view of what Murong Shuqing told her just now, Wuming remained expressionless and motionless, as if he hadn't heard Murong Shuqing's words.
Murong Shuqing was eating dry food, looked at Yu Hui, and said casually, "You are not bad at disguising, it shouldn't be difficult to escape, but you are controlled by others. I guess it is controlled by poison." Normally, With Hong Ming and Ling Yu as human beings, using poison will make them feel more at ease.
Wuming didn't have much expression on her face, but her eyes were full of sarcasm, she sneered: "What's so scary about poison, for me, it doesn't make any difference where I help someone kill, if one day I really wanted to leave, but I just gave them my life."
Although, every time the poisonous hair hurts like bone erosion, so what, anyway, life and death have long been irrelevant to her.
Murong Shuqing turned around, met Wuming's cold eyes, and asked, "Do you love Hongming?" Another reason for a woman with a meaningless life and death still willing to be controlled by others is that she fell in love with him. Hong Ming does have that capital, and is a man who is easy to make people move.
"Love?" Wuming seems to be very sensitive to this word. How long has it been since she heard this word, five or ten years? Without a heart, can there be love? Wuming suddenly became calm and said silently: "He doesn't need love, and he made me not need love either."
Some people say that every point in everyone's character has a story and an experience behind it. There should be too many wounds, pains, resentment, and hatred in the nameless story, but she doesn't think she is the savior who can heal the scars caused by her experience. Perhaps, only time has the ability to soften the pain, but at the same time, it can also make the heart more distorted. In this world, the most difficult thing to understand is the human heart.
Murong Shuqing patted off the dry food scraps in his hand and supported the window frame of the carriage. In the sky, the setting sun has completely set, leaving only a trace of red glow, which is reflected in the clouds, Murong Shuqing said with a smile: "Today's sunset is very beautiful."
Wuming glanced sideways and said coldly, "No matter how beautiful it is, it will only take a moment, and it will soon be swallowed up by darkness."
Her face was full of disdain, but she was cuter than usual indifference. Seemingly wanting to tease her, Murong Shuqing nodded lightly, then continued to say intoxicated: "Yes, the moon and stars are also very beautiful."
Wuming looked at Murong Shuqing with a strange face, and after a long time, he shook his head and came to the conclusion, "You are really a strange person."
Murong Shuqing also restrained his smile and asked earnestly, "Where is the blame?"
"Don't you know your situation?"
Murong Shuqing didn't need to think about it, but helplessly glanced at his feet that were struggling to move, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Your prisoners."
"But you still have the heart to appreciate the clouds and the moon." Is she really so comfortable with the situation, or is she confident enough to be confident? Is there really such a handsome woman in this world
While speaking, Hongxia has also been completely engulfed by the clouds. Such scenes seem to appear every day, but they are not completely the same. Turning around and leaning against the wall of the car more comfortably, Murong Shuqing sighed with a light smile: "Qingyun Langyue, it won't become more beautiful because of my admiration, nor will it become more beautiful because of my unintentional attachment. , and the loneliness pales. I am afraid that I will miss it, and I don’t know when I will have the opportunity to appreciate this cloud and this scene.”
It's not that there is no fear at all about this robbery, but it won't make her panic to the point of losing her mind. It will be difficult for Hong Meditation to imprison her. She believed in Xuanyuan Yi, Yan Yu, Cang Su, Shang Jun, and even herself, as long as she lived, she would not give up her freedom.
Wuming laughed out loud without warning, and suddenly she moved quickly and tapped Murong Shuqing's sleeping point. At the moment when Murong Shuqing fell, Wuming caught her slowly falling body, covered her with a thin quilt, and pulled down the curtains, covering the bright moon and stars that Murong Shuqing said outside the window. Looking at Murong Shuqing's calm face in a coma, Wuming asked in a low voice, "If someone like you is imprisoned for a lifetime, can you still be so indifferent?"
No one answered her. At this moment, Wuming felt that he was suddenly eager to know the answer, but also afraid to know the answer.