phoenix returns to the world

Chapter 17 Jun Haoze

"Reporting to the third prince, a group of men in black in front are besieging and killing a thin man," Butler Mo reported to the people in the sedan chair respectfully.

"Cough," Jun Haoze let out a light cough, and said indifferently, "Let's take a detour and go back home."

The sedan chair turned in one direction and was about to leave.

At this time, a gust of cold night wind blew up and lifted the vermilion car curtain. The cold man raised his eyes and saw the petite figure in the distance through the gap of the car curtain, his black eyes narrowed.

The man in Tsing Yi not far away was surrounded by a group of men in black. Seeing that the gleaming swords of the men in black were about to land on the thin man's head, Jun Haoze, who had never known what nervousness was, was at this moment. As if his heart was tightly grasped by something, his hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and with a flick of his fingertips, six darts shot out from the center in an instant, flying straight towards the six men in black.

At the same time, Jun Haoze said, "Save that man, ahem—"

Mo Xie was amazed by the master's decision, and even more amazed that the master used his hidden weapon.

The master never likes to be troublesome, so doubts are doubts, but Mo Xie still came to the battle not far away very quickly.

Just now, Jun Haoze's dart missed the knife of the man in black and fell on the ground without hurting Feng Nishang. At this moment, Mo Xie pulled out the red gold sword that he carried with him, and his body danced in the air. , the man in black fell to the ground without breathing.

"Who are you? How dare you meddle in the matter of killing the League with blood!" The man in black, headed by the man, flew up to fight with Mo Xie as soon as he finished speaking.

"You still have to ask about the sword in my hand," Mo Xie said in a cold voice, accompanied by the sharp sword, entangled with the man in black in the air.

Both martial arts were good, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while, only the sharp sound of sharp weapons colliding came from the ear, sparks flew everywhere, and the two figures seemed to be walking.

Not far away, the sedan chair was still being carried steadily by six people. Jun Haoze in the sedan chair indifferently closed his eyes and rested his mind, it didn't look like his subordinates were fighting with life and death.

At this time, Feng Nishang was looking at the figure entangled in everything in the air. At first she was also a little worried, but gradually she saw that the man in black was gradually losing the wind, so she turned her head and stared at the gorgeous ceiling not far away. As for the sedan chair, I secretly guessed that the man inside should have a high status. In this capital, few people can use a sedan chair for six people.

"I'll be back again," the man in black dropped a smoke bomb, leaving behind these words before disappearing.

Feng Nishang also recovered from the thoughts just now, she walked directly to Ruoer who was unconscious on the ground, she just heard the man say to take a detour, for some reason she felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to leave here immediately.

At this time, Jun Haoze in the sedan chair saw the behavior of the man in Tsing Yi, and found it very interesting. If ordinary people are rescued, they must be treated with courtesy, but he never thought that the man in Tsing Yi was unwilling, as if he had a trace of dissatisfaction , as if he had offended him, Jun Haoze showed a faint smile on his cold face.

Seeing this, Mo Xie said, "You are really rude, but we saved you."

Feng Nishang paused when she was about to squat down, and said indifferently, "Who asked you to save me?"

It was the first time Mo Xie met such a person who didn't know what to do, and said angrily, "You are really unreasonable."

"Guoer—" Feng Nishang ignored her, and started calling for Guoer, who was unconscious on the ground, to let Jun Haoze and his party make the air.

"Mo Xie, don't be rude, cough cough——, my son, seeing that your servant is injured, let us give you a ride," Jun Haoze couldn't help but make a sound, the cold voice, like a stream of clear spring, flowing into people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)