Feeling that the carriage was moving forward quickly, but stopped suddenly, Nan Yan was caught off guard and rolled forward.
All of a sudden, he almost fell out of the carriage.
"Wow!"
At this moment, Zhu Feng grabbed her and pulled her back forcefully.
"ah!"
She let out another low cry, and she slammed into Zhu Feng's arms, because she was completely out of control, and hit his chest with a bang, and she heard a muffled "huh" from above her head.
Nan Yan hurriedly raised her head: "Your Majesty!"
In the dim light, I saw him frowning.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Nan Yan was terrified, afraid that she would hurt him, but Zhu Feng only looked down at her: "I should be the one asking you this question!"
"Why?"
Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, but Zhu Feng had no time to care about her, he put one arm around her, and stretched out the other hand to lift the curtain, and looked outside—
That team, at least hundreds of people, stopped in front of them.
In the dark, you can also see those shining swords.
Among them, someone was shouting: "Stop them, grab that coffin!"
Immediately, I saw that the team in the darkness split into two teams, one team rushed towards them, and the other team turned around and rushed forward.
Faintly saw, under the light of the torches, a procession was parked not far ahead, and the carriage seemed to have sunk into a hole in the ice, unable to move forward.
After their people realized that something had happened, they immediately rushed up and surrounded the coffin, posing as if they were desperate.
Zhu Feng's face darkened.
In an instant, the two teams had rushed together.
At this time, the sky was still not bright, and they couldn't see anything clearly. They could only see countless black shadows fighting. Some people held torches in one hand and swords in the other. The messy firelight did not illuminate everything, but instead made the situation in front of him even more chaotic.
Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "You stay in the carriage for me!"
"Why?"
Nan Yan looked up at him.
Zhu Feng said: "No running around!"
After finishing speaking, he pressed her head hard, as if he wanted to press her into the carriage and inlay her so that he couldn't leave in one step, but he himself pushed the car door and jumped down.
"Emperor—"
As soon as Nan Yan opened his mouth, he didn't dare to shout, for fear of revealing his identity, so he could only bite his lower lip.
Zhu Feng jumped out of the carriage, looked at the crowd fighting in front of him, and walked forward step by step without any fear.
Someone next to him saw him and immediately rushed over with a knife in his hand, screaming like a ghost.
Zhu Feng didn't even look at it. As soon as he stretched out his long arms, he felt a cold light flashing across his hands, and the man immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
Nan Yan took a closer look, only to realize that at some point, he had pulled out a dagger from his body.
Although not long, it is extremely sharp.
It seemed to be a part of his body, an extension of his arm.
Holding a dagger, he walked into the crowd, and as he swung his long arms, countless enemies fell at his feet.
Nan Yan's eyes widened—
"Amazing!"
This is the appearance of King Yan, the God of War who once frightened the people of the country and shocked the north!
If it weren't for the critical situation right now, Nan Yan could hardly help cheering him on.
But-
When she raised her head, she saw that the team separated by the horses was about to rush in front of the team transporting the coffin.
If they snatch the corpse—
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded next to him: "Nanyan!"