Chapter 690

The first one to meet!

The coldness in his black eyes flashed away, and Han Bing clenched his fists indifferently. If he could, he would rather never meet the person who saved him, and he was the first person he met. Ghost Star, that man, is more terrifying than he imagined, and more pitiful than he imagined. He didn't know whether to sympathize with him or hate him. He only knew that such a man, perhaps, could be called a man, a truly infatuated person.

"Maybe, I will consider his feelings more." At the end, Han Bing spit out such a sentence.

Feng Qingge could only smile slightly, and looked outside lightly, yes, she would consider his feelings more and give him more care, but this is definitely not love. Her heart, at the moment Hongzhe died, had already died with him. However, only that Helanbo...

Throwing these strange things out of his mind, Feng Qingge looked outside, the cup in his hand spun slightly, and smiled indifferently: "Although there are hundreds of people below, the surrounding atmosphere is not weak, there are hundreds of people hiding, crowds, eaves , hawkers, there is no doubt that they are traps.”

"Since you know it's a trap, why don't you go?" Han Bing shook his head helplessly.

"Because, the person below may be him..."

The sun overhead moved slowly, and the standing crowd did not dare to step forward, so they could only stand behind and watch.

Unintentionally raised his head and saw the people in the restaurant above, the kneeling Mu Cangyun was startled, obviously a little surprised, his face changed slightly, he quickly propped up and shook his head, as if in his mouth It was stuffed with something, and I was speechless.

"Be honest!" The guard roared as he kicked Mu Cangyun's legs.

The person who was kicked fell to the ground in pain, but his eyes were still looking towards the restaurant. However, where was the person he saw above?

Lowering his bamboo hat, Feng Qingge and Han Bing moved separately, the black figure bypassed the crowd, squeezed coldly towards the execution ground, turned, and climbed to the roof if skilled. It was just after the turn that the sturdy meat wall suddenly stood here, Feng Qingge walked too hastily, and hit the head directly, but wanted to dodge in an instant.

But the man reached out his hand coldly, quickly grabbed Feng Qingge's wrist, and said coldly, "It's me."

The familiar voice lingered in her ears, a little unfamiliar, but she couldn't forget it. The pair of black pupils shrank, Feng Qingge raised her head involuntarily, and looked at the person who was a head taller than her. No, he was originally the person by Mu Cangyun's side, and now it is normal for him to appear in the capital.

"What's the matter, you also came to save Mu Cangyun. How are you, these days? Duh? Maybe, you have another name?" Feng Qingge smiled lightly, lifted off her hat, and faced the people in front of you.

This familiar face has not changed at all, except that it is thinner, even thinner than when he saw her before. The small face the size of a slap is even smaller than before, but the eyes are so clear that it will not change. Taking a deep breath of cold air, Zhu Jiang did not let go of his hand, but said coldly: "My name is Zhu Jiang... His Royal Highness King Cen has instructed that everyone, under any conditions, is not allowed to rush out. The layout outside is Trap, you don't have to go and throw yourself into the trap."

"But what if it's true, Mu Cangyun is so capable, then why was his legs crippled in the first place, and now he's framed and imprisoned? If he really died, would you be satisfied? Wait a minute? Wait, all of this is not his business, but our business, he is not qualified to do what I want to do." What she hates most is being dominated by others, and she doesn't need anyone to do it. Arrange the route, save if you want, just do whatever she wants, even if it's not Mu Cangyun, she has to take action.

"Why, do you still like to fight with His Highness? Can't you two understand what the other party wants? You have never missed the plan laid out by Your Highness. Listen to me, you follow me." Zhu Jiang frowned. Tightly wrinkled, but the small hand in this hand was moved away coldly.

layout, layout. He Mu Cangyun is really omnipotent, everything can be won by layout. Or is it even his plan to get her here? If it is said that his strategy has never made a mistake, then her existence is his eternal mistake!

No matter what kind of ability you Mu Cangyun has, you will never be able to think of her true identity as Feng Qingge! What Miss Feng family, what waste, what disciple of Chaoyang Sect, is just a disguise. She and Han Bing are both transmigrators, a person who does not belong to this world! If they really didn't have any intersection, then, after that, she would return to Teacher Baili and accompany him through the last decades. Then, find a way to go back, instead of staying here, in this strange, insecure world.

"In his game, I was the biggest mistake. Therefore, I will not be controlled by him. Even if he makes a perfect plan, I will execute it according to my ideas." Shaking off Zhu Jiang's hand, Feng Qingge sneered coldly. , The person in front of her will never be what she saw before, the dumbfounded Ah'Dai. She is very grateful to him for letting her go, but it doesn't mean that she must obey his words. No one can stop her Feng Qingge's decision.

Slightly clenching his fists, Zhu Jiang's eyes became a bit more gloomy. Looking at Feng Qingge walking towards the execution ground, he frowned. If the person in front of her is obedient, then she is not that Feng Qingge.

"It's noon, behead!" The cold voice echoed throughout the execution ground, and the people around shivered a little. Seeing the executioner pick up the machete, they couldn't help but take a step back. Yingying Yanyan, who was standing in front, was completely stunned, and immediately rushed forward, but the guards were still guarding and they were not allowed to enter at all.

For a while, crying continued. Feng Qingge in the crowd just avoided those noisy people at will, and moved forward. The black figure had already been hiding, covering her in the dark.

"Brush!" The executioner carrying the machete grabbed Mu Cangyun and placed him on the Xingtai as if he was carrying a chicken. He held the machete in his right hand and a bowl of white wine in his left, and drank it happily. A few mouthfuls slammed out towards the machete. With his left hand skillfully touching the blade, the executioner held the hilt with both hands, and suddenly raised the machete in his hand, and was about to drop it downward.

"If life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan." The deep voice sounded in the crowd, it was so abrupt, but it had a different style. The black figure just casually stretched out his hand and swiped it in front of him. The sharp black bamboo stick was like lightning, hitting the machete with a "clang" sound, directly knocking the executioner out.