Chapter 39

However, no one paid attention to Yun Mo's words, because the lonely boat that used to lie on disappeared in an instant, so the hidden night was not ambiguous, and immediately mobilized people to ambush in any Tibetan place in the capital.

Tonight, the master is sure to win.

Murong Fengqing, who came out of the prime minister's residence, didn't know that there were countless experts waiting for her in the capital at this time.

If she knew it, she would probably admire herself. A person who is not a warrior should ask someone of Emperor Wu's rank or even higher to track her

However, Murong Fengqing, who has always been alert, has sensitively detected something wrong when passing through Lancang street.

She went to a vendor, picked up the bronze mirror and turned around.

Although the bronze mirror can see very little, Murong Fengqing, as a professional mercenary, has found several subtle shadows in the corner where people can hide around with his own experience.

She was ambushed, and there was more than one.

The eaves, the vendors in the nearby stalls, and the watchmen on the side of the road, although they cover up very well, Murong Fengqing is aware of that kind of professional action.

And these people, who are ambushing here, are all trying to surround her.

"Xiao Qingqing, there are many experts of wuzun level around you. Who are you provoking?" Phoenix nine observed around, quietly asked Murong wind tilt.

Murong Fengqing, the "master of wuzun", was surprised. The master of wuzun is rare and precious in the whole mainland.

But at the same time, all came to ambush her.

However, Murong Fengqing such waste is worth doing.

Or, her identity has been discovered, but what identity does she have!, I've seen her, only

Day, should not be that pervert?

What kind of monster is he? He can use so many people.

And she was so out of the door was found, that person has been waiting for himself..

Now that the other party is in a position to win, she will die tonight.

Thinking about it, Murong Feng tilted his body, clenched his fist and looked around. He just took a look at a clothing shop with fine clothes. The back door was just loading.

Glanced at these people, Murong wind quickly into the temples.

At this time, the eaves of the street, a white figure falling, if you do not look at the gloomy face, in the moonlight like falling mortal gods, noble and secular.

"Master, she went in to wear fragrant sideburns. It has been a quarter of an hour, but it hasn't..." a dark Wei said half of it, and suddenly stopped.

Oh, no, they may have.

Before he could speak, he went to the clothing shop and did not find any trace.

"My subordinates take it lightly. Please punish me." Unexpectedly, under my eyes, I let that woman go missing.

Under the moonlight, his lonely face seemed to be dark in the night sky. His figure flashed and landed in the backyard of the clothing shop. He looked around and finally settled in the back door which was about to close.

"Master, we're looking at the back door, too." So unless this person knows how to be invisible, he can't get out at all.

"Let's go outside the city." Looking at the traces of the wheels on the ground, although they can hardly be seen in the moonlight, they are still lonely. Their eyes are more and more gloomy when they look at the distance.

In this day Luo underground can think of a way to escape, good, really good.