Chen Fei was inspired, instinctively inspired, and turned to fight.

However, when he turned around, he saw a beautiful little girl in Chinese clothes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, trotting over.

So Chen Fei stopped, but he didn't relax his vigilance.

The little girl ran all the way to Chen Fei, looked around his own, breathed a sigh of relief, patted her small chest and said, "fortunately, the flowers are not bad."

"Er, you are --" the little girl looked up at Chen Fei in doubt.

Chen Fei smiled and said, "I'm Chen Fei, the guard of the king of Zhenxi. Are these flowers yours?"

"Yes!"

The little girl nodded, and then looked at Chen Fei with some surprise, "you are under the hand of the great uncle of Zhenxi king. Are you from the west?

Do you have a place where Chinese people live? Do you know any Chinese people? "

"This --" Chen Fei looked surprised. Unexpectedly, the little girl asked about the Chinese people as soon as she came up.

Moreover, from her address to Xia Jin, this little girl should also be a member of the royal family of the Daxia mansion, and also the next generation of Xia Wuji.

Just as he was thinking about how to answer, the little girl suddenly approached Chen Fei, sniffed at Chen Fei.

Then he looked at Chen Fei with a surprised look on his face and said, "are you a Chinese?"

"Ah, this --" Chen Fei was really surprised.

Stunned for a few seconds, he gently nodded his head and said, "well, I am a Chinese.

How did you know? "

The little girl smiled and said, "your eyes are black.

Also, you have a special smell, which is the smell of the Chinese people. "

"Do you know any Chinese?"

Chenfeidao.

The little girl nodded and said, "my nanny is Chinese. I have a good relationship with her.

She also has black eyes and a special smell. "

"Mammy, you are --" Chen Fei was surprised.

The little girl patted her head and said, "I forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Xiayao, and my father is xiazhenning."

Chen Fei was about to continue to ask, but a burst of footsteps came near.

The little girl Xia Yao looked at it, then her face changed. She quickly pulled Chen Fei and whispered, "Chen Fei, you should hide quickly."

"What's the matter?"

Chen Fei wondered.

Xia Yao said, "the guards are coming. It's bad to see you."

"Eh?"

Chen Fei was still puzzled.

Xia Yao explained in a low voice: "the commander of the guards is Xia Cong, who doesn't like Chinese people.

If I saw you here, I'm afraid I would -- "I don't like Chinese people!"

Chen Fei frowned gently, but he didn't move.

That team of guards, when the gap came to this side, shouted loudly and quickly surrounded, "who is it?"

Seeing this, Xia Yao could not help but change her face. She moved two steps, put chenfeihu behind her, and then said with a smile: "brother Xia congtang, it's me."

"Xiayao."

The leader of the team was a young, burly man in armor. He looked at Xia Yao, then his eyes fell on Chen Fei, looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "who is he?"

Xia Yao hurriedly said, "cousin, he is my friend.

What are we doing with these flowers? "

"Your friend?"

Xia Cong narrowed his eyes, came closer, and stared at Chen Fei, "how come I haven't seen this friend before.

Besides, there seems to be something wrong with your friend! "

"Cousin, I -" Xia Yao also wanted to help Chen Fei explain.

But at this moment, with a "Shin" sound, Xia Cong suddenly took out the saber at his waist, pointed to Chen Fei with a bright cold light, and said in a deep voice: "you are Chinese!"

"Say, how did you get into the palace?

And what is the purpose of your entering the palace? "

Seeing that Xia Cong recognized the identity of chenfeihua, Xia Yao was a little worried. "Cousin, no -" Xia Yao still had something to say. At this time, Chen Fei looked into Xia Cong's eyes and said, "my name is Chen Fei, and I am the guard of the king of Zhenxi.

Today, I will accompany the prince to the palace for a banquet. "

"The guard of the king of Zhenxi."

Xia Cong's eyes flickered slightly, and then he sneered, "do you think I'm a fool?

How could the king of Zhenxi, his bodyguard, be a lowly Chinese? "

"You pretend to be an official and sneak into the palace with evil intentions.

It's time to kill! "

Almost without waiting for Chen Fei to refute, Xia Cong raised his sabre in his hand, with a frightening cold light, and chopped it down at Chen Fei's neck.