The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 238 Attacked
The cold winter is still there, and the sky and the earth are the same color.

After several days of journey, Shen Qiaoyan and his party are getting closer and closer to the finish line.

Along the way, Shen Qiaoyan and Qiao Jin were silent, and the bustard who followed closely looked at the two of them, but she didn't dare to make a sound, and the atmosphere around her was as cold as winter.

Another morning, Shen Qiaoyan and his party stopped on the mountain road to rest for a while.

She was looking around with the map on one side, Qiao Jin sat on the other side with a calm expression, and the old bustard was sandwiched between the two, he always felt that the two beside him were weird.

Could it be something happened between them?
In the past, they would sing and make fun of him, but now they don't answer ten questions.

"According to the map, we should have reached the South Wind Country after we got off this mountain road." Shen Qiaoyan rubbed his chin and murmured.

"Oh, it's finally here, my old bustard's bones are about to fall apart." The old bustard complained as she thumped her legs, "I'm cold and tired."

Shen Qiaoyan's long eyelashes drooped slowly, her face looked powerless, as if she no longer expected Nanfeng Country in her heart.

I can't bring myself to be happy at all.

The old bustard frowned, then turned to look at Qiao Jin on the other side.

On Qiao Jin's indifferent face, there was a pervasive aura, and she felt terrified when she looked at the old bustard.

"Oh..." What are they doing this for?

The bustard lowered his head and sighed.

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the mountains.

The old bustard's neck shrank from the cold.

"Oh, it's so cold."

Shen Qiaoyan who was beside him was accompanied by the wind, and suddenly stood up, with a long whip in his hand at some point.

"The bustard went to see the horse." Shen Qiaoyan said coldly with his back turned to the bustard, "Quick! Back off!"

Sooner or later, countless black feathers attacked them from all directions.

Shen Qiaoyan swung the long whip and quickly swept it twice in the air, and Hei Yu was quickly rolled down to the ground by the long whip.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men in black clothes of unknown origin rushed out from all around, holding sharp knives and surrounded them.

"My lord, who are these people?" The old bustard asked in shock, hiding behind Shen Qiaoyan.

Shen Qiaoyan stood resolutely among the crowd with a long whip in his hand, without any look of fear on his face.

She glanced coldly and said, "How do I know?"

After the words fell, the man in black quickly rushed up to fight Shen Qiaoyan.

"Looking for death!" Shen Qiaoyan's face was cold, with a hint of coldness on his lips, and the long whip in his hand quickly cut open in the air.

There were only a few flashes of light in the eyes, and the flesh of the man in black surrounding them quickly burst open, and the blood was splashed on the snow, which was particularly dazzling.

Soon, those men in black were thrown to the ground a few miles away by Shen Qiaoyan's long whip.

"Who are you?" Shen Qiaoyan walked up slowly and asked with a cold face.

The men in black on the ground were covering their wounds, screaming and rolling about in pain, but no one answered.

"Don't say?" Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyebrows, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

She grabbed her wrist and twisted it, and when she was about to take up the long whip and lash the men in black on the ground, another group of men in black suddenly came around.

"The main palace is careful!" The old bustard reminded.

Shen Qiaoyan sneered.

With such a thing, dare to obstruct her Shen Qiaoyan's way?

ridiculous.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." Qiao Jin, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly coughed violently.

The bustard who was leading the horse at the side came over and looked at Qiao Jin's strange expression, and asked worriedly, "Qiao Jin, are you alright?"

"Cough cough, cough cough..." Qiao Jin's complexion suddenly became as pale as frost, "cough cough, pop--"

A mouthful of dark blood spit out on the snow-white ground.

"Yes, it's blood!" The bustard looked at the extraordinarily glaring blood on the ground and exclaimed, "Qiao Jin, what's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)