I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 330 Not Afraid?
Fan Manman had nothing to do with them, and the group of hidden guards also guarded her tightly, not allowing her to move around at will, so she could only stand on tiptoe and look weakly in Gu Jinghuai's direction, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

Even though the world in front of her was blurred, she eagerly tiptoed to find the figure of that man.
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This fight lasted until the bright moon hung high on the branches, and Xia Chan gradually sang loudly before stopping.

Blood flowed like a river, and Fan Manman's face was covered with blood, and the stench swayed wantonly along the cool wind. The ground was polluted with blood, turning red and black.

"Ouch—" Fan Manman turned pale and retched.

"Master!" Liu Ying hurriedly put down the already dirty wolf stick in her hand, and came to support Fan Manman.

Fan Manman waved her hand, and a flash of tenacity flashed in her hazy eyes, "It's just that I can't stand the smell, but Bengong is the one who does intubation and dissects rabbits in practical classes without changing his face."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes lightly, then quickly raised her head and smiled comfortingly at Liuying.

The blood-stained guards covered the battlefield with their weapons, and batch after batch of corpses were dragged down, some were enemies, some were their colleagues.

Just now, the people who were chatting, laughing and cursing suddenly turned into cold corpses, with messy wounds on their bodies, wide eyes, and weapons in their hands, as if they were still fighting bloody battles just a second ago.

The atmosphere in the convoy was low, solemn, and so quiet that it was hard to breathe.

Fan Manman walked slowly towards the car, brushing the corner of her clothes against the blood-stained soil, her eyes were cold, she didn't care that her clothes were stained with blood.

Follow the familiar route and find the eye-catching car.

The man in front of the car was tall and tall, wearing a black robe, his deep facial features became more and more ruthless and cold, blood was reflected in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was still bleeding.

The sharp blade reflected the bone-piercing cold light under the moonlight, and the scarlet blood slid down the blade and dripped on the ground under his feet.

His hair was slightly disheveled, and the night wind stirred his broken hair with blood, and brushed against his tightly pursed thin lips.

Fan Manman paused, her eyes focused.

The man tilted his head slightly as if feeling something, his lines were clear and handsome, his facial features were deep and distinct as if carved, with edges and corners, his thin lips were slightly pursed, with a trace of vigor and sharpness from the battlefield.

The golden Xuanpao fluttered in the night wind, and his fingers casually holding the hilt of the sword were long and slender, with well-defined joints, radiating coldness under the cold moonlight.

Seeing the beauty coming under the moonlight, his expression slightly restrained, his solemnity and murderous aura restrained a bit, "Why are you here? I'll go find you after I've dealt with it."

Glancing at the foot of the corpse-strewn field, Gu Jinghuai casually threw the sword in his hand to General Dongze who was standing aside.

General Dong Ze raised his hand, easily caught the sword thrown by Gu Jinghuai, watched indifferently as His Majesty ignored his business, and carefully led Fan Zhaorong away.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Dong Ze turned around and didn't stay any longer.

Your Majesty can let go of all these things gracefully, but he can't,

Wei Yan frowned, silently fanned the fan in his hand, and walked behind General Dong Ze, not giving a single ounce of charity to the corpse on the ground.

Chang Feng behind him glanced indifferently at the murderer's body on the ground, then quickly withdrew his gaze and followed lightly, with the agility of a cat.

A dark cloud drifted past, covering most of the moonlight, and cicadas screamed endlessly in the forest not far away.

The evening wind suddenly became a little warmer, as if being urged by cicadas to rush over the dreary soil, wiped it with a blushing face and dripping with sweat, and rushed to the distance.

The pair of big hands that had harvested countless lives suddenly took Fan Manman's warm little hand, and the coolness swept along the fingertips, wanting to take a comfortable nap.

"Aren't you afraid?"

(End of this chapter)