Flower Stealing Master Chapter 2090: Mysterious woman
Xue Baochai couldn't help but said: "Would you like to take a detour?"
"What are you afraid of, there are so many people here, even if there is any danger ahead, it will not be difficult for us."
"It's getting dark, I missed this town, and I can only sleep in the wilderness."
The princes of the family said babbledly.
Wan Yan Zhongjie on the side snorted: "If you are afraid, leave on your own, and we will live by ourselves." After finishing speaking, I didn't wait for the answer here, and directly signaled the Golden State team to enter the town.
Ouyang Feng didn't say anything, and followed him coldly. In the name of his dignified Xidu, as long as there are not a bunch of great masters in the party, even Longtan Tiger Den is not afraid.
And even if there is a great master...Isn't there still Song Qingshu behind?
After being despised by the golden man, a group of young brothers naturally couldn't stand it anymore. They shouted to follow up. Xue Baochai frowned, but finally agreed. One is indeed not at the attitude of the golden man, second? She and a woman in a yellow shirt pretend to be a man and sleep in the field, which is not convenient after all.
Song Qingshu shrugged, he naturally didn't care.
A group of people walked into the small town. There were no lights on in every household along the way, only a few tattered lanterns on the side of the road, faintly emitting a dark yellow glow.
Xue Baochai said strangely: "It feels like the people in the town are facing some terrible thing, and they all fled."
Lu Shidao said in a deep voice, "It looks like ten rooms and nine empty spaces after the war." He has experienced many similar things in Xiangyang all the year round. After every war, there are such ruined villages and towns.
The woman in the yellow shirt also frowned and said: "But now I have reached the realm of Xixia, and I haven't heard of any big battles that have happened recently."
Wan Yan Zhongjie is not worried at all: "It's useless to think so much. If you come, you will be settled. The one in front seems to be an inn. I will stay there tonight."
Her relaxed expression aroused the suspicion of the woman in the yellow shirt: "Why is she not worried at all?"
"Isn't this a trap set by the people of the Kingdom of Jin?" Xue Baochai was shocked when he said this.
The yellow shirt goddess nodded solemnly: "It is indeed very possible, then do we want to go in?"
Song Qingshu on the side couldn't help saying: "You think too much, you have nothing to do with Jin Guoren." He doesn't know if there are any traps on Jin Guo.
"In the past few days, I ran into the other girl's car every day. I think you were fascinated by some fox spirits." Xue Baochai was not angry when he heard his words.
Song Qingshu turned around and stared at her playfully: "Sister Bao, are you jealous?"
"Eat you, a big-headed ghost!" Xue Baochai was itchy with hatred, thinking about seeing him this time, how it became more annoying.
At this moment, Kung Fu Song Qingshu has entered the inn. Don’t talk about the guests in the inn, even the boss’s servant is not there, but you can see that people have not left for long. The messy appearance of tables, chairs and tea cups shows how much they left when they left. hurry.
Xue Baochai also came in at this time. Seeing the situation inside, he hurriedly called Huang Chengsi's men: "Go to the town to check around, be careful!" She always feels something is wrong, so it's better to check first. .
"Yes!" Several spies from the Imperial City Division hurried away.
Wan Yan Zhongjie on one side noticed some of her arrangements, and couldn't help but curl his lips: "Who is this to guard against? Do we have to engage in conspiracy and trickery against you people? Just kill them directly. "
Xue Baochai replied coldly: "We are investigating ours and it's up to you." During this period, the other party called Jia Baoyu to go there every day, which made her feel evil.
"With your Song people's ability, most of them can't find out." Wan Yan Zhongjie hummed a few times, and the contempt in his tone could not be restrained.
The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help but said: "Do you want to fight? If you have the ability, let's try it out and see who is more capable."
Wan Yan Zhongjie gave her a white look: "You are a lot of age, so much older than me, so I am embarrassed to bully the younger with the big ones? Why don't you try with Mr. Ouyang."
"A lot of age?" The yellow-shirted woman's eyes twitched, and she felt that she couldn't restrain the volcano in her heart.
Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped in front of her: "You have a large number of adults, don't introduce it to children." Wanyan Chongjie, the girl's little mouth, is really poisonous, and every time he pokes the most painful place in her house. . Although the women in the yellow shirts are not too old from the perspective of future generations, in this world, they are also old girls in their twenties. Even Huang Chang is worried about her marrying in the future. It is no wonder that the women in the yellow shirts will Such a gaffe.
"Do you think I am old too?" The woman in the yellow shirt seemed to have a flame beating in her eyes.
"Uh..." Song Qingshu looked innocent, how did the fire burn on me.
Fortunately, Xue Baochai relieved him: "I didn't receive a signal from the Imperial City Secretary, did they have an accident?" The Imperial City Secretary has a set of rules of behavior, and sends some signals at intervals, such as ringing arrows or birds singing. Yes, report to each other for safety and confirm each other's situation. Now that the group of people has been out for so long, no news has been returned. It is obviously something wrong.
Sure enough, the woman in the yellow shirt didn’t have the time to quarrel. She ran to Xue Baochai to discuss with her. At this time, sending Huang Chengsi’s subordinates out was tantamount to sending sheep into the tiger’s mouth. The shirt girl went to find out what happened, but she was worried that when she left, Jin Guo suddenly got into trouble, and no one could stop Ouyang Feng.
At this time, Wan Yan Chongjie curled his lips: "I just said that you Song people are incompetent, and you still don't believe it. Now that the facts are in front of you, what else can you say."
"You!" People on the Southern Song dynasty glared at him, and Song Qingshu felt that this girl was too capable of causing trouble.
Wan Yan Chongjie snorted: "Let us Jurchen Warriors come to illustrate how incompetent you are. Find a few people to investigate and be careful. No matter what you find, come back and report as soon as possible." Almost a dozen Jin Guo warriors led out the door.
Wan Yan Zhongjie said lightly, but obviously he was also a little worried, no longer interested in bickering, sitting there quietly drinking tea.
About half an hour later, the Golden Warriors still haven't come back~IndoMTL.com~ At this time Xue Baochai couldn't help but laughed: "It seems that the Golden Warriors are not as strong as some people. "Although she was smiling on her face, her heart was full of worries. Even the golden man would never go back. What is hidden in this small town.
Ouyang Feng suddenly stood up: "Let's go and see." He didn't have the scruples of the yellow shirt woman and others. After all, he knew that Song Qingshu was here, and there would be no safety problems in Wanyan Chongjie.
The yellow shirt woman and Xue Baochai looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes. Ouyang Feng couldn't be more appropriate to come forward: "Please rest assured, Mr. Ouyang, we will not do anything to your people while you are out." /
They boasted and believed that they would not turn back. On the contrary, if Ouyang Feng promised them this way, they would not dare to believe it all.
Ouyang Feng nodded and was about to go out. Suddenly he frowned and stopped, because a woman came in at the entrance of the inn, a beautiful woman, her amazing beauty is flawless, every inch The skin is so fair and delicate.
Clearly dressed very dignified and conservative, only showing two forearms, but like an iron magnet, attracting the attention and spirit of all the men in the inn.