When Feng Yichen came back, he was escorted by guards, and the journey was unimpeded, but when he went back, he was alone, and night fell.
Halfway through the journey, faint sounds of piercing through the air rang in my ears.
Feng Yichen rode on the horse calmly, stretching his hands into his arms.
There was a sharp piercing sound, and the blade stabbed from behind. Feng Yichen turned around and fired a shot behind him.
The man in black fell and fell to the ground, with bright red blood spreading from his chest, he closed his eyes.
Feng Yichen took a closer look, and it turned out to be an oriental warrior in black clothes covering his face.
The horse's hooves soared into the air, and the horse neighed. Feng Yichen was thrown to the ground by the horse that suddenly became manic. Just as his body rolled around, a sharp warrior bayonet stabbed out from the ground.
Terrified, Feng Yichen fired several shots at the ground, jumped up, but was wrapped in the net bag hidden in the ground, and hung up.
Feng Yichen drew out the golden armor soft knife hidden on his waist, stabbed hard, and cut a big hole in the gold thread net bag, and he fell out of the hole.
Before he could react, the black-clothed warrior hiding in the dark rushed towards him with a knife raised.
Feng Yichen's pretty fox eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly saw the formation of these people clearly, and killed the black-clothed warrior by his side with a single shot.
When he looked again, a cloud of smoke exploded in front of him, Feng Yichen quickly closed his eyes, not daring to open them again.
"Do you really think that I, Feng Yichen, are a useless dude?" Feng Yichen cut open the hem of his shirt, tied it to his eyes, stretched and straightened the soft knife that was long in his arm, and held it in his hand. Hand: "Want to blind my eyes?
snort! Even if this young master closes his eyes, he can kill every single one of you. "
There was the rustling sound of branches swaying next to his ears, accompanied by a slight sound of piercing the air, Feng Yichen's body suddenly moved like a graceful bird, and rushed into the camp of the men in black on their own initiative... ....
When the guards of the Feng family rushed over, they only saw corpses scattered all over the place. Feng Yichen seemed to have crawled out of a sea of blood. His whole body was wet and sticky, like a blood man leaning on his shoulders. The long knife poked its way forward.
The cloth strips covering his eyes also turned blood red.
Before the guards approached, he stood up straight vigilantly, holding the long knife horizontally in front of him.
The guard turned over and said, "Master Yichen, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Hearing the voice of the guards of the Feng family, Feng Yichen heaved a sigh of relief: "Take me to the camp quickly, find Mo Lingwei, and ask her to clean my eyes..."
The guards helped Feng Yichen get on the horse, and led the horse to the camp at full speed.
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Mo Jinlan studied Feng Shaojin's ink, looked at the man who hadn't even eaten dinner and was still forgetting to eat and sleep while dealing with internal affairs, and dared to speak: "Shaojin, in fact, Ling Yuan still has you in his heart."
Feng Shaojin stopped writing, raised her eyes and looked at her: "How to say?"
"Last time, she and I were besieged by Japanese warriors. After escaping, she sent her guards to write to you. Because of your physical condition, you delayed seeing her for several days..." Mo Jinlan looked at Young Master Feng With a look on Jin's face, he said softly: "Although she didn't tell the truth, she actually knew that you were injured. If she didn't have you in her heart, how could she observe so carefully?"
Observation?
Feng Shaojin clenched his back teeth, and his face gradually darkened.
She has always been careful, and he knew it, so he didn't hide it from her eyes.
But she knew he was injured, but she didn't express any concern, even when he left, she didn't even send him off...
Does this count as having him in your heart?
Ah!