A faint scent of fragrance was coming. Inside the carriage, a little girl, eight or nine, and a fourteen-year-old girl, sitting side by side, were a little panicked, and seemed to be scared by him. The carriage is very comfortable, with thick carpets underneath, and the sides and top are carefully decorated with silk cloth. The small table fixed to the bottom of the carriage is filled with snack food boxes ... everything seems orderly, It doesn't look like a thief has invaded.

But because of his duty, he still clenched his fist, and kindly yelled at Nangong: "This Nangong girl has offended. We are searching for an assassin. Before, on South Street, we seemed to see your carriage. Have you ever seen that assassin? "

Nangong Yan looked a little panicked, but tried to calm down, and said, "I've never seen any assassins, this lord."

That Jin Yiwei didn't care what Nangong Yu said, and set his eyes on the bench where Nangong Yu was sitting ... As far as he knows, this kind of cabinet-like bench in the carriage often has the function of storage. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on a piece of cyan fabric in the corner of Nangong's skirt, and he said sharply, "Girl Nangong, please get up! We are searching the assassins for Jinyiwei, and please cooperate with the girl to avoid any harm to the girl. It's not beautiful. "His words seemed kind, but his eyebrows showed a strong spirit, and his tone was cold.

"Because Jin Yiwei is doing business, cooperation is proper." Nangong Ai hurriedly got up. "Yimei, let's get out of the car and let Jin Yiwei search." Then, she took care of Yi Mei's help and got off the carriage.

The Jin Yiwei carefully took a step forward, pulled out the silver room around his waist, pointed his sword at the gap in the storage stool, and opened the lid ... He stepped back consciously, but saw the long storage stool There was no one hidden inside. There was only a folded quilt on one side, a few pieces of clothes to change, a few squares of parcels, and an embroidery basket, and the cyan cloth he just saw was just one of the squares. The contents of the storage stool were clear at a glance, and no big man could be hidden at all.

The Jin Yiwei suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly quit the carriage, and apologized to Nangong again: "Girl Nangong, I have more troubles, you can go."

Nangong Ai stepped on the carriage again with the help of Yi Mei, only to hear the Jin Yiwei shouting, "Go, keep chasing!"

Then there was the sound of the horseshoe "stepping on" Mercedes-Benz. When the sound was further away, the driver outside asked nervously: "Miss Yimei, was the third girl scared?"

"It's okay, Uncle Laifu." Yimei breathed a long sigh of relief. The whole person seemed to be in a state of weakness, and she was weak. "Continue to the tea house."

"Well! Drive!"

The carriage continued to move forward hurriedly, Nangong Yu and Yi Mei opened the storage board again, took out the contents one by one, and then took off the partition. The masked boy and the sick son were hiding under the partition, their bodies were huddled together, Close to each other, the two were already sweating profusely.

It's okay for a teenager to be young and strong, and the sick boy has already taken in less air and exhausted more, and is dying, as if he is about to die at any time.

The boy crawled out by himself first, and then took out the sick boy again, nervously shouting, "My boy!"

The sick son smiled weakly and said, "Little ... four, I'm fine ..."

Nangong Yuan really couldn't see him talking loudly, and said coldly: "You are all right, but you are the first stranger in the world!"

"You ..." The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at Nangong Yan with disbelief.

"You don't need to look at me, I can't help him detoxify." Nangong Yan again took out the purse wrapped in silver needles, and danced gracefully with his right hand, and put ten needles on the sick man's body in the blink of an eye. "I can do It's just delaying the onset of toxicity ... "But I thought to myself, if the sick seedling died on his carriage, the wolf-like boy might not know what to do.