Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

Feng Lianwu only knew to run forward, if someone stood in front of her, she would just push away.

Three women were excitedly discussing the Five Ghosts Festival in front of a restaurant, but a figure pushed them away and ran forward.

One of the women was even pushed to the ground, she bared her teeth and grinned. The woman stood up and looked at the figure displeasedly, "What's the matter? I didn't apologize for bumping into someone."

The woman had just stood firm when another figure ran forward, as if chasing the previous figure.

While the figure was running, it flew straight up, stepping on the woman's head and chasing forward.

The woman was trampled and fell to the ground, she said angrily, "Go, go to the fortune teller to tell your fortune..."

……

While chasing Feng Lianwu, Feng Wang shouted worriedly: "Xiao Wu...stop quickly."

Feng Lianwu didn't seem to hear anyone's voice, she just ran forward desperately.

In the darkness, she was completely confused, all she knew was that there seemed to be an answer ahead.

……

A woman in black stood on a bamboo stick with one foot. Her long black hair covered her face, but she couldn't hide the sharpness in her eyes.

Holding a bow in one hand and drawing an arrow in the other.

The woman squinted her sharp eyes and looked at the woman who was running forward not far from the bamboo stick. The woman smiled coldly and let go of the hand holding the arrow.

Like a dragon coming out of the water, the arrow that left the string pierced the throat of the running woman in a straight line with the sound of the wind piercing through the air.

If this thorn hits him, blood will splatter three feet and he will die immediately.

Seemingly aware of the danger, Feng Lianwu stopped abruptly.

Feng Lianwu's pupils constricted sharply, and in the darkness, she saw an arrow piercing towards her throat at a speed like a meteor chasing the moon.

Feng Lianwu couldn't breathe, and her whole body was tense. She had never felt the approach of death like this moment.

The dark world seems to have disappeared, replaced by restaurants, teahouses, people coming and going, distant rivers, and...

The woman standing on the bamboo stick with one foot and the sharp but disdainful eyes.

At the moment when the arrow was about to pierce Feng Lianwu's throat, Feng Lianwu heard a roar, "Xiao Wu."

Then, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

She could feel the sound of the arrow piercing the chest and the bloody air, but she couldn't feel any pain.

Because the arrow that was as fast as a gust of wind did not penetrate her body, but pierced the back of the man who was holding her at this moment.

"Phoenix King..."

Feng Lianwu's dry lips trembled slightly, she raised her hand to caress Feng Wang's back, but her hands felt thick blood.

"Don't move... put your hands down." Feng Wang's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

After being slightly taken aback, Feng Lianwu put his hand down.

"what……"

"Murdered..."

"..."

The people around looked at the arrow pierced straight into King Feng's back, shouted a few words timidly and ran away.

The capable ones left silently. Everyone knew that there was restlessness in Fengcheng.

When encountering this kind of thing, they just need to leave silently, otherwise they will get involved in trouble.

At this time, the surrounding was suddenly empty, silent and desolate, only the injured Feng Wang, Feng Lianwu who hadn't reacted yet, and the woman with a pair of sharp eyes standing on a bamboo stick with one foot were left.