In the carriage.
The young man huddled in the corner near the door and ate the pie wholeheartedly.
Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Little brother, where are you from?" Xiaoyu asked him.
Feng Shuwan stretched out her hand and knocked Xiaoyu on the head, and lectured: "You are talking nonsense again. How old are you and you still call me little brother?"
Xiaoyu covered her head and said aggrievedly: "He doesn't look as mature as me. I'm sixteen years old, of course I can call him brother."
After saying that, the young man suddenly froze for a moment. He swallowed the cake in his mouth and opened his mouth.
"I, I, I..."
Wei Zhuang and the others looked at him in astonishment, and saw that his face was a little red, and he was saying intermittently: "I...seventeen!"
"Hey, can you talk?" Wei Zhuang said in shock.
The young man opened his mouth again, blushed and said, "Yes!"
"Then why didn't you say anything to the person who just asked you where you were?"
"Hungry!"
After finishing his words, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but take a breath and frowned into the character "Chuan".
To be honest, this kid is somewhat abstract.
"Why do you only say one word when you speak?" Xiaoyu on the side asked doubtfully.
"I, I, I, I, I..."
"Knot, knot, knot, knot, knot, knot..."
"stammer!"
After saying that, the young man lowered his head in embarrassment.
Just three words made Wei Zhuang and the others feel a headache.
"Then what's your name?" Xiaoyu asked again.
"I, I, I, I..."
Wei Zhuang had a dark look on his face. He stretched out his hand to stop the young man and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find you a piece of paper and you can write it down."
The young man's eyes lit up when he heard this and he nodded vigorously.
After taking the pen and paper, the boy wrote a sentence on the paper:
Brother, my name is Lin Bao.
"Lin Bao?" Wei Zhuang read it again.
Lin Bao nodded vigorously again.
"Where are you from?" Wei Zhuang asked him.
He wrote on the paper again: Imperial Capital.
"Are you from the imperial capital?" Wei Zhuang asked in astonishment, "Then what are you doing here?"
When Lin Bao heard this, his face darkened and he stopped talking.
Seeing his expression, Wei Zhuang thought that there might be something unspeakable, so he said, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."
Then Lin Bao paused, shook his head, and wrote on the paper: Being driven away.
"Who drove you away?"
Lin Bao wrote: Mother.
Wei Zhuang looked confused as he looked at what he wrote. In ancient families, boys were the backbone of the family. How could a mother kick her child out of the house?
With doubts, he would continue to ask questions.
But before he could speak...
Suddenly, there was a sound of wood being pierced at the car door.
This was followed by the roar of the horses and the screams of the coachman.
Under this chaotic sound, the carriage suddenly fell backwards, but fortunately it was not too big. Several people grabbed the handrails in the car and only shook it twice.
"What's going on?" Feng Shuwan asked with lingering fear.
Wei Zhuang's face darkened, and a bad premonition came into his heart. He gently opened the car door a crack, glanced outside, and the next moment, his pupils shrank.
There was an arrow stuck in the door of the carriage, and the arrowhead had been firmly inserted into the wood.
Outside the car, the driver tried his best to tame the two horses. He looked back at the arrow, swallowed, and broke out in cold sweat.
When the atmosphere was tense and no one dared to act rashly, a person flew down from a big tree by the road.
The man wore a black veil and jumped down to the edge of the carriage. The steel knife in his hand was accurately placed on the coachman's neck.
"Oh, my hero, have mercy on me, my hero, have mercy on me!" The driver was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he immediately raised his hands and begged loudly for mercy.
The man in the black veil just glared at him and then moved his gaze to the carriage.
Through the gap in the door, Wei Zhuang and the masked man looked at each other.
"Get out!" The masked man's deep voice sounded, and he kicked the coachman down. The coachman fell down and ran away without even daring to say a word.
After that, he set his eyes on the carriage door and slowly stretched out the steel knife in his hand.
In the car, Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu covered their mouths, with horror in their eyes. Lin Bao still huddled aside, chewing the big cake in a panic.
Only Wei Zhuang, leaning against the door, took out a short sword from his right hand.
It was still the sword stained with the blood of Lin Jianghe and others.
Seeing that the masked man outside the door was about to come in with a knife, Wei Zhuang knew that he could no longer wait passively.
He watched the steel knife slowly approach.
Just when the blade of the knife was about to pass through the crack in the door, Wei Zhuang gritted his teeth and used great force to push the door open.
When the door was about to open, the masked man's face tightened, he kicked his legs and landed on the ground with a beautiful backflip.
Wei Zhuang stood on the carriage, looked down at him, and shouted sharply: "Who is this person!"
The masked man didn't reply, but flew directly towards Wei Zhuang.
A strong sense of crisis hit him instantly. Wei Zhuang turned sideways and landed on the ground, dodging an attack.
Hiss——hu——
Wei Zhuang clenched the sword in his hand and unconsciously took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled it again.
Cold sweat broke out on his head.
During these ninety-nine lives, Wei Zhuang spent a considerable part of his time fighting on the front lines. He also learned a lot of fighting skills in crisis after crisis. Although he was not considered a master, it was still very easy to knock down a few people with his bare hands. .
However, the masked man's attack just now was unusual. The speed and explosive power were definitely well-trained, and more importantly, his eyes.
There was murderous intent in his eyes.
The masked man's attack was really meant to kill Wei Zhuang!
"Do you know who I am?" Wei Zhuang asked him.
The masked man sneered and replied in a hoarse voice: "You are the one who will be killed!"
This sentence made Wei Zhuang feel cold.
It seems that this masked man knows Wei Zhuang's identity, and he is here to kill the king.
After that, the masked man ran toward Wei Zhuang again with a knife.
This time the two of them were on flat ground, and the distance was relatively close, so Wei Zhuang did not dodge the blow but raised his sword to meet it.
Ding!
There was a clear sound of metal knocking, and the two men each held weapons and wanted to overwhelm the other.
Just when Wei Zhuang was about to exert his strength, the masked man smiled coldly, then deflected the blade, and the blade slid down Wei Zhuang's sword, and then he picked it up!
Bang!
The sword fell to the ground, and the masked man held the sword with his toes. He raised his foot and grabbed Wei Zhuang's sword in his hand.
At this time, the masked man had a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, while Wei Zhuang was using his bare hands.
Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes slightly and his heart sank.
Could it be that I have to die here in this life?
What a bullshit master, his calculations are not accurate at all!
He cursed secretly in his heart, but kept thinking of a solution in his head.
He is not afraid of death, but he does not want Feng Shuwan to suffer after death.
At the very least, let Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu leave safely!
