The cicada is sad and sad, and the most sarcastic sound is the most tragic.

The girl who had lost her most beautiful face and had lost her female characteristics and had nothing to wake up quietly and found herself lying in the bumpy carriage. The sound of wheels turning and the sound of wind outside came from her ears.

A ray of sunlight fell leisurely and warmly from the curtains brought by the wind, and turned into a golden shape in this dark and not dark carriage.

I glanced at it and found that the purpose was the best wine, the most luxurious blanket, and the most expensive decoration.

"woke up?"

The man's voice came into her ears.

The cicada looked at the sound, but the holy son of the holy gate was the lofty holy son.

"Would you like to be my entourage?"

The chirping cicada was a little nervous.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "Where is the Situ family and the Holy Church?"

Xia Ji said: "Situ Jiannan is crazy. I will accept you as my servant. Situ flute is blown up."

Han Chan was stunned: "The Situ family is not small, I just feel angry and unwilling to do so. There is no need for the Holy Son to do it for me..."

Xia Ji raised his hand: "I don't like you now."

The cicada was stunned.

Xia Ji pulled the curtains, and outside the curtains, spring was already half over.

But many flowers and plants have not yet grown, and many saplings have not yet grown.

"There are many people who will be crazy, and there are many people who will be dominated by anger and do irreversible things. There are more people who will become distorted because of life and hatred.

But you are the second person I have seen who is under tremendous pressure and can still reach this point."

Xia Ji looked out the window with a smile.

He was right, this girl was not very powerful, and it was a miracle to be able to do this.

In that silent night.

How strong is her fighting spirit to bear to kill the leaders of the two major gangs and then stop their disputes?

How much perseverance is needed to travel a hundred miles in a rainy night, push open the door she is not qualified to enter at noon, walk to the center of the banquet, and challenge the Holy Son she may not be able to see in her life.

And in the oppression of the Situ family and the Holy Church, it can be said that she can survive to this day.

Han Chan seemed to feel the warmth and wanted to smile, but she had forgotten how to laugh, so she said curiously: "Who is the first person?"

Xia Ji smiled and pointed at himself: "I."

Han Chan finally laughed too.

What a gentle holy son.

"So are you willing to be my entourage now?"

Han Chan thought of getting up, but after moving, she found that his body, including his internal organs, was in severe pain.

She gave up and stood up, looked at the boy sitting opposite her seriously, and said respectfully: "Hanchan wishes to die for the Holy Son!"

Xia Ji nodded: "Situ family, I didn't move because this aristocratic family needs to be left to you in the future."

"Chen Cicada understands."

"Everyone needs a motivation and a reason to become stronger. You have enough hatred. I can't break the source of your hatred. This is not good for you."

"Chen Cicada understands."

After two sentences, the crazy girl showed great peace on her face, which was her enlightenment.

For the first time in her life, she once again had hope.

After a person with nothing has it again, she will do her best to protect this hard-earned peace.

The chirpin snatched the long knife placed on the seat of the car.

That was her judge's ruler.

In the future, she will become stronger and will judge the life and death of the enemy as a saint.

The carriage rolls.

The sound of Li Ying whipping was not coming outside. The fifth stop was Fengyang Mansion, which was already very far from Bikong Mountain.

And the last stop is Tianya Mansion, which is called the country in the middle of the country.

Before this, it was the capital of the Great Wei!!!

...

at this time.

The Third Prince's Mansion welcomed a very special guest.

He even invited the guest into his secret room.

To be precise, two.

A petite lady wrapped in a platinum robe, and a Valkyrie who is as strong as a monster.

Wei Tong recognized this woman. She was the third lady of the rich Xiao family of the Great Yan family. She had a lot of voice among the powerful and nobles of Yan State, and even the royal family of Yan State had close contact with them.

Therefore, he treated him with the courtesy of a princess.

Sit in the secret room.

Xiao Yuanwu smiled and glanced at the distance. On the wheel was a woman who was covered with flying knives and was in a miserable state of death.

Her expression remained motionless.

Just a subtle look made Wei Tong feel like a confidant.

He remembered that General Yuan, who was a detailed worker in Yan State, came to his place last time. He was originally very fierce, but when he saw the turntable, he became a little scared.

But the third lady in front of me seemed to be used to seeing it, very unusual.

It seems to be a real, purely powerful man in the Great Yan Empire.

Wei Tong's expression became a little more eager.

Xiao Yuanwu lifted the platinum hood and said quietly: "Because of the last accident, the king lost his third daughter, and the shadow school lost the most talented young man... Last time I went to see the queen, the queen told me that the third prince of the Great Wei Dynasty was a powerful character, and he was obviously helping Da Yan, but in the end, Da Yan suffered heavy losses, and it was impossible for people to blame him for being a powerful character."

Wei Tong was stunned. This sentence suddenly seemed to have opened his wound, but it suppressed him and made him angry, but he could not have an attack.

The third prince clenched his fist and said, "I really don't know that the holy son has such ability!"

Xiao Yuanwu said: "It doesn't matter, you don't need to explain this to me.

Because I am Cha Cha’s best friend and the best friend.

During her lifetime, Cha Cha often talked about you privately, saying that your personality is very suitable for her taste.

I believe in Chacha, so I believe in you too.”

Wei Tong was stunned: "Really?"

Xiao Yuanwu sighed: "It's a pity that Cha Cha is dead, otherwise I would bring her to see you and she would tell you in person, how good would it be."

The petite lady wrapped in a platinum robe looked extremely regretful. This regret made Wei Tong feel that she was really regretting and feeling uncomfortable for him.

The third prince stood up in anger and panted heavily in the secret room.

"I want to kill the Holy Son and avenge Cha Cha!"

"I want to kill the Holy Son and avenge Cha Cha!"

Xiao Yuanwu blinked and raised her face slightly. Her pupils were gray, black and white, not pure, but gave people a strange elegance.

Wait until the third prince finished his conversation.

Xiao Yuanwu said lightly: "It was not the Holy Son who killed Chacha."

"Who is that?!!"

"It's Wei State."

"Wei State?"

Xiao Yuanwu said lightly: "This time I come, I have the king's handwriting. Can you help me?"

"The handwriting of the King of Yan?!"

Wei Tong suddenly became happy.

Xiao Yuanwu took out a letter from her arms and submitted it.

To be honest, she has many best friends, so the eldest princess of Yan State secretly stamped several blank stamps for her.

Xiao Yuanwu only used one letter today.

The content was written by her imitating the handwriting of King Yan.

Wei Tong finished reading it and was very happy. Yan State still trusted him.
To be continued...