This skill is especially useful when fleeing for his life, so the victorious king, who has been defeated repeatedly, reuses it, always takes him with him, and even when he is not well stocked, he is willing to allocate elite to help him rescue his wife and children.

But the truth is that Min Longzi's so-called "talent" turned out to be just a treasure?

Then the question is, Ding said that the treasure was lost, and who did this thing fall into!

"It's small. Ding gestured, "Like Pei and like Jue, it was originally worn by my husband around his neck." We were in the lantern shop and this treasure was suddenly snatched away. "Her eyesight was far inferior to that of a stranger, and the Ground Walk Card was held in the mouth of a weasel, and her movements were as fast as lightning, and she did not see the appearance of things.

Feng Lingzhao also became nervous: "Who snatched it?"

"One, one weasel. ”

"What?" Feng Lingzhao thought he had misheard.

"A weasel jumped up on my husband's neck, snatched the baby, and was ...... Nanxiang hit it, and the thing flew into the hands of another person. ”

"Who?" Feng Lingzhao suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"It's the shopkeeper of the lantern shop. Ding Shi really said, "Zhao Feng." ”

Feng Lingzhao clenched the table tightly, leaned forward, and asked again: "Are you sure that the treasure finally fell into Zhao Feng's hands?"

"Yes. Ding swallowed, "After he got the baby, he dived underground, just like my husband used to." ”

Feng Lingzhao suddenly remembered the unexpected encounter with Zhao Feng when the horse rushed around the corner tonight.

It turned out that he didn't run away on his feet, but on the run! Otherwise, Si Nanxiang's murderous methods were tyrannical and cruel, if he had the intention to take Yue Feng's life, how could he be allowed to escape so far?

Thinking of Si Nanxiang, Feng Lingzhao's heart suddenly swelled with a chill.

She stood up suddenly, threw down the phrase "You are guarding here", and hurried out.

Zhao Hu happened to be guarding the gate of the courtyard, and when he saw her rushing over, he and the other two casually ordered: "Follow me!"

At this time, Chunming City was already under martial law in the whole city, except for officers and soldiers, no one was allowed to gallop on the streets, otherwise they would be stopped and checked, and if they wanted privileges, they had to have tokens issued by the department. Feng Lingzhao didn't have time to report to the official office, so he could only pick two legs and feet to go with him.

The rest of the manpower also has to guard Min Longzi to prevent Si Nanxiang from drawing salary at the bottom of the kettle.

It was supposed to be an all-nighter, flowery and flowery Chunming City, but now the streets are quiet and uninhabited, and even the green fruits on the trees fall to the ground, there is a thud.

From time to time, a group of guards patrolled by.

The distance was a little far, and Feng Lingzhao was anxious.

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In the first half of the night, the hustle and bustle of Chunming City shook the sky, and two explosions in the port and the city disrupted the lantern festival; in the second half of the night, the guards patrolled, and the city was silent, and a cough could be heard far away.

The grey oil-faced owl flew back, patted its shoulder and landed on the back wall of the lantern shop, and looked around condescendingly.

It instinctively stands in the shadow of the building, and once it stands still, almost no one can detect its existence.

But this does not include Tsubazaburo and Chitose.

Chitose muttered, "There's actually a second show to watch tonight." ”

Yan Saburo finally had a little worry on his face: "Si Nanxiang's methods are too cruel, we can't ignore them." He gestured to Huang Da, "Go and help." ”

Huang Da was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and as soon as the little master opened his mouth, he seemed to be pardoned, and jumped out of the window with a sigh. Yan Saburo could see the oil-faced owl on the opposite side and suddenly turned his face to face here, and suddenly saw Huang Da, so he leaned over and spread his wings and made a leaping posture.

The oil-faced owl is small but fierce, and the weasel is an animal that is originally on its diet. However, this gray owl has been strictly trained, even if he sees the hunting heart, he does not rush to pounce, and is still fixed at his post.

Chitose pointed at the gray owl: "This stupid bird is Si Nanxiang's eyes and ears, helping him avoid the patrols in the city." "Birds fly in the sky, who will pay attention?

"It's a nuisance. After Yan Saburo finished speaking, he took out a pair of slingshots from the bookcase. This thing is very simple, basically a natural tree branch with the leaves removed, and then wrapped around soft tendons to make it.

This is one of the few objects he brought out from Yicheng, and he also specially changed a deer tendon in Cloud City, and was laughed at once by Chitose, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

Chitose rolled her eyes as usual. Slingshot, isn't this a special magic weapon for bear children?

Yan Saburo used to shoot stones with a slingshot to catch birds to eat, and in order to survive, he could master a lot of skills. There were no small stones in the room, so he set his sights on Chitose walnuts.

On the walnut, full of slingshots, biu——!

......

The room was full of lights like beans, and the smoke was lonely.

Zhao Feng originally only planned to take a nap, but his blood and qi were weak under the serious injury, and he actually fell asleep while half-leaning on the table.

Out of nowhere, a cool breeze blew in, and the candle flame suddenly jumped twice, almost extinguished, but soon returned to calm.

Zhao Feng had a dream.

This is the first time he dreamed of his teacher after Yang Xiangliang passed away.

Yang Xiangliang and he stood on both sides of a stream, the surrounding hollow seemed to be a wilderness, the stream was a little turbid and turbulent, although it was only one zhang wide, but Zhao Feng was afraid for some reason, and he didn't dare to jump over to catch up with his teacher.

The surroundings were dim, Zhao Feng couldn't see Yang Xiangliang's expression clearly, and he could see that his mouth was opening and closing and talking, and the speed of speech seemed to be very fast. But the stream flowed too fast, and it made a loud noise, covering up Yang Xiangliang's words.

He couldn't help but ask aloud, "What did you say?"

Yang Xiangliang paused, took a step forward, and moved his mouth again, but it was still too small.

Zhao Feng pointed to his ear and shook his head vigorously.

Still inaudible.

Yang Xiangliang brought a gesture this time, as if taking a deep breath, and then opened his mouth again:

"Oh ——!"

The voice was sharp and sharp, like a scream, and it was extremely loud, like the sound of iron pieces scratching on the glass was amplified more than ten times.

Zhao Feng was so frightened that the three souls and seven spirits shook together, sat up straight, and woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he knew that he was dreaming, Yang Xiangliang and Xiaoxi were gone, and the scene in the house was still the same. The table was still the same table, the hole in the mahogany cabinet was still there, and the wooden chair under him was still the same wooden chair.

But there's one thing that's wrong:

The back door was open, and there was a mass of figures by the door.

The candlelight was placed by the door, and although the light was faint, it was just enough to illuminate the black scarf that covered the man's face, and the cold killing intent in his eyes.

There was a smell of blood wafting in the room, Zhao Feng didn't know if it came out of his own wound or from the other party's body, but he saw the flying sickle in the other party's hand!

Even in the dim environment, the sickle claws still flashed with sharp light.

Thanks to it, Zhao Feng has a few more blood holes on his body, even if its owner covers his face with a black scarf, how can Zhao Feng not recognize who he is?

Si Nanxiang!