Chapter 220: Caring for Jun Wuji?

The next day, the dazzling sun hung high above the blue sky, and it was supposed to be an extraordinarily clear day in the autumn sun, but there were bleak gloomy clouds and a heavy solemn atmosphere in Peicheng. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

The entire city of Pei seemed to be paralyzed, and an indescribable panic and dead silence spread in the city, not only the city was closed, but the outside of the city was also surrounded by large armies, and even the originally warm and warm sunlight seemed extremely weak and thin.

This is a disease called despair, separation from relatives, isolation from the outside world, a suffocating and painful sense of exile, and the people of Peicheng seem to have suddenly become abandoned by God.

The wide streets, which were supposed to be crowded with people and craggy carriages, were now deserted and bleak, lined with shops and wooden walls, but because of the pedestrians, closed courtyards and closed stores, there was a sense of prosperity and decay.

At this time, the Peicheng Assassin Shi, the soldiers, the officials, and dozens of residents with confused and panicked expressions were all waiting in the square in front of the official office, surrounded by a group of Peicheng residents who were looking forward to it.

The transmission order sent by King Beijing overnight yesterday made Peicheng Assassin Shi ecstatic, and naturally spared no effort to prepare everything.

As soon as noon arrived, a carriage was escorted from afar, and the piercing Shi was sharp-eyed, and he recognized at a glance that this was a carriage that could only be used by vassal kings, and screamed with ecstasy: "Quick, prepare to meet the king of Beijing, get ready, meet the prince!" ”

The soldiers lined up one by one, watching the carriage that represented hope and the future rapidly approaching them, and everyone was like a drum.

Great, King Beijing's carriage is here, does this mean that they are really safe?

The crowd boiled, cheers and noises came and went, it was the excitement and joy of being in a desperate situation, and some even began to cry.

In the midst of a burst of excitement, two men in black who were driving the carriage jumped out of the carriage, their eyes looking back sharply, and lifting the curtain of the carriage.

The next moment, a man in a white robe paced out of the car.

The black green silk flowing on his chest like night, with a terrifying ghost mask on his face, exuded a terrifying murderous aura all over his body, deep and cold, which made the residents of Peicheng, who were still in ecstasy, choke and fell silent.

Who is this person?

Could it be that the prince sent a master to save the plague?

And the next moment, the master turned his gaze to the carriage again, and a white shadow swept out, appearing in front of everyone like a dragon breaking through the sea.

The young man who fell from the sky has a slender and handsome body, long hair like a green lotus blooming, and a beautiful face, as if he came out of a painting.

It's just that why is this young man's face so ugly, looking at the gaze of the white-robed man, it is simply a cold knife.

Although Ji Shuyun stared at Jun Wuji viciously, his mood was extremely complicated.

She never expected that Jun Wuji would enter the city with her.

Although Jun Wuji, Lei Yin and others are there, she has the guarantee of force, but entering Peicheng at this time means that they are very likely to be buried here.

He followed him all the way, if he just wanted to play tricks on himself, there was no need to risk his life as well, right?

Several times to no avail, Su Xiuluo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and said coldly: "If you are infected with smallpox, I will not save you, master." ”

Jun Wuji's eyes flashed, although the little guy's words were very ugly, but after all, he cared about himself, didn't he?

Thinking like this, his mood inexplicably improved, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked, and Lei Yin and the two of them were in a cold sweat, and they looked away in unison, deciding that out of sight was pure.