Chapter 722

"You!"

The woman couldn't believe it. She stopped, covered her abdominal wound, stared at the sixth day, and fell down with a bang when the other party rolled aside with a smile.

The first World War is over.

"Kung Fu is good on the sixth day of junior high school, so miss Ben plans to promote you to a new position."

On the sixth day of the ninth day, Mo Xiyan waved to him with a smile and happily announced her new decision.

New position? On the sixth day of junior high school, I always feel that the master in front of me is a little dangerous.

Like a subtle premonition to apply for him, in Mo Xiyan's brilliant smile, he heard a news like a bolt from the blue.

"Don't say I don't care about you. You will be Miss Ben's full-time coachman in the future."

Mo Xiyan smiled and began to break his fingers and said, "don't worry, your work is not tired, that is, it's always on call. As for the welfare, well, Miss Ben won't treat you badly. I'll provide you with five or two monthly silver every month, including food and accommodation. What's the matter? Are you very surprised and happy?"

Hearing the speech on the sixth day of junior high school, the whole person was a little bad, just like a vented little ball. After digesting for a long time, he asked weakly, "master, I think I'd better stay in Tianji camp. In fact, my subordinates often act as young lady coachman, which makes no difference."

Well, what the sixth day said is so reasonable that Mo Xiyan is speechless.

"OK, let's do it first." anyway, she will always find something to handle him.

Think like this, Mo Xi Yan's mood is much better.

Murong Yu saw that she was like this. He couldn't help smiling and raised his hand to caress the top of her hair. "Let's go. It's very close to Yangchuan town. Let's go there first."

"Yangchuan town?" Mo Xiyan had never heard of this place, so he couldn't help wondering.

Murong Yubian helped her get on the bus and said, "well, Yangchuan town belongs to Kaixian County, and the county government is there. If there is a problem in this area, we may get some clues."

"Don't we have to go to Beijing? It doesn't matter if we go late? You have to let go of Murong Shen?"

Mo Xiyan threw out the questions in his heart one by one.

A pair of big eyes also stared at Murong Yu tightly, a curious baby.

"It doesn't make much difference between me and me."

After receiving the latest information, Murong felt that it was meaningless to run so fast.

Because Murong Leng was suspicious of Murong independence, who trusted him most. He not only sent people to stare at him, but also looked out for him everywhere.

Such a move is enough to prove that Murong Leng is no longer the original Murong Leng.

Murong Yu didn't know why Murong Leng had such an obvious change.

Clearly this person is still this person.

But now it feels like a completely different individual.

If it hadn't been explored before and said there was no trace of Yi Rong, Murong Yurong wouldn't be so tangled.

After all, Murong Leng supported his superiors.

If something really goes wrong, doesn't it prove that you are blind?

He has lived three lives.

I used to be blind.

Why are you blind now?

Where does this put his face?

"Murong Yu, you think you'd better go back to Beijing. Whether Murong Leng was the Murong Leng or not, you still have to talk to him. If you leave like this, he may think you betrayed him. I don't know?"

Mo Xiyan sighed, raised his hand and climbed onto Murong Yu's shoulder, gently advised, "listen to me, you have sent someone to check here in Kaixian County. I believe there will be news soon. What we need to do now is to go to the capital quickly and help Daxia stabilize."

"Maybe you're right." Murong Yu smelled the speech and was silent for a moment. Later, he spit out his turbid breath and sighed, "maybe I'm too late and tangled to become what I am now, but what I want to do is always to take you to travel thousands of mountains and rivers and share the thousands of years between people."

Because he knew that all this was about the easiest life for two people.

There are no practitioners who want to take their lives, and there is no threat of zombies. This is obviously an ideal life paradise.

But what he didn't expect was that none of these messy things had been broken.

One by one, it's hard for him to get out.

At this time, King lie joined the fun and gave him the tiger amulets of the city and ye city!

The support and optimism here is simply ill intentioned.

Don't cherish Yan. Seeing that Murong Yu's mood was not high, he comforted softly again, "OK, people are difficult. We can do what we should do. As for the things of others, we don't care."

After that, she added, "well, if you can't avoid it any more, take care of it as little as possible. Are you right?"

The second the words fell, her waist was hugged and dragged into a bosom full of familiar breath.

"Murong..."

"Shh, don't talk, just let me hug you."

Murong Yu's chin was tightly buried in her shoulder socket, and his voice was full of fatigue.

Before this time, although others were in Yancheng, they were worried about the border, the capital and Murong Shen.

All kinds of arrangements, all kinds of thoughts, how can he do? He sings empty city plans here, but at the other end, he plays happily regardless.

The day before yesterday, Murong Leng would have been successfully assassinated by Murong Shen's men if the people of Tianji camp were not there.

But what he never expected was that Murong Leng didn't appreciate Tianji camp and shouted assassins to chase the people of Tianji camp. That day, in order to avoid their pursuit, he was seriously injured on the second and twelfth day of the ninth lunar month. Now he is still lying in the camp and taken care of by uncle Li.

Murong Leng's practice made him cold.

Mingming went to save his people, but he was hurt.

It was an assassin, but he let it go.

I don't know whether he has a pit in his head or his IQ is limited.

In short, this matter made Murong Yu begin to doubt life.

With the increase of time, the man leaning on her has gradually fallen asleep.

Mo Xiyan knows that he is very tired recently. It's good to get some sleep now.

So she kept this movement and planned to adjust her posture after he fell asleep.

Because the car was quiet, I didn't make up my mind on the second day of junior high school. Do you want to lift the curtain.

At this time, Mo Xiyan opened the curtain of the window and waved to the second day of junior high school.

On the second day of junior high school, she came forward quickly and listened to her whisper, "go to the capital."

He looked into the car with a little doubt and found that Murong Yu didn't respond at all when he fell asleep. Then he nodded.

At the same time, she gently kicked the second day of junior high school to remind him that he could drive.

On the sixth day of junior high school, he rubbed his ass, threw his whip angrily and sped away in a carriage