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Chapter 645
The carriage was knocked over, and three of the horses pulling the carriage died. The rest were manic and terrified, dragging the heavy carriage, stamping back and forth uneasily.

The original chariots and horses are all useless.

Lin Lu and Lin Qiao went to find a car dealer to hire a car.

Chang Qianfo sat on the side of the street with Mu Dianke in his arms, raised his hand to gently stroke her hair on the sideburns, combed with five fingers, and smoothed out the long hair that was blown by the wind.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long, straight eyelashes fell over her lids, and her face was pale and beautiful.

The beauty is fragile, like glass that cannot withstand beatings.But he was so angry that he left her behind, and let her face a lonely and helpless death situation alone, being put into a coffin, and being chased and killed by group after group of people desperately.

He almost never saw her again.

Chang Huaijin stood in front of Chang Qianfo, bent down, and gently hugged his head.

"I'm fine, aunt." Chang Qianfo said, "Go and see those two coachmen, they seem to be seriously injured."

Chang Huaijin went.

Huo An came over with a red tasseled gun.After he delivered two blows with all his strength, the freshly scabbed wound burst open again, and his body was covered in blood.He stomped the gun on the ground, leaned on the barrel of the gun with both hands to borrow strength, curled up his abdomen and bent his knees, and sat with great difficulty at a position twelve feet away from Chang Qianfo.

The gun is seven feet long.No matter which direction the enemy comes from, it is just within the range of his most violent and lethal jump.

If it is too close, the strength will not be enough; if it is too far, the force on the tip of the spear will start to decrease.

He doesn't have much strength anymore, every shot must not be wasted, and he strives to kill with one blow.

"Thank you." Chang Qianfo said.

"It's what I should do." Huo An said neither humble nor overbearing, his voice was calm, as before, respectful and emotionless, "The girl is the master."

Chang Qianfo raised his head at this time, looked at Huo An, thoughtful quietly, then lowered his head, and gently stroked Mu Dianke's forehead.Even though he knew, she couldn't hear anything and would not be brought into a nightmare by the sound of the pipa.

Huo An maintained a vigilant posture and looked at Mu Lan.

Mu Lan lay on the ground, digging at the cracks of the bricks with her fingers, trying to crawl forward.

But she was badly hurt, with a cracked shoulder blade and broken ribs.This is nothing, the most painful injury in the heart.

The distance between her and Mu Zijin was only a short distance of one foot, but she knew that she would not be able to climb this distance in her life.

He is such a person.

Since she knew him, he was so stubborn, soft-hearted and stubborn.He will practice what he says, and he will never regret what he does.

When he puts you in his heart, even if you are rejected by the whole world, he can stand in front of the whole world for you; if he pushes you out, you will never be able to break through the iron wall and stone barrier. opened.

No matter what kind of person Mu Cangping is, after Mu Zijin ran away from home, he didn't even look for him.

Because knowing is useless.

"Zijin... Zijin..." she called out mournfully, tears dripping down, splashing dust on the stone bricks.

Mu Zijin sat cross-legged under the Zhu Jinhua tree beside the road, with his eyes closed, adjusting his breath.His blue shirt was so dirty that he couldn't see his true color, but he didn't look embarrassed.The back is straightened meticulously, like pine and steel, and the face is like a stone carving, so cold and hard that people are thousands of miles away.

The most affectionate person, once turned around, is the most unfeeling person in the world.

"Get", "Get", "Get", the sound of light horseshoes came from the end of the cold and empty long street.

Huo An shuddered all over, straightened his back, held the red tasseled gun tightly and looked towards the direction of the sound.

A woman in white, with high black hair and a white sandalwood hairpin, rode on the back of a snow-white horse and came slowly, shaking her bridle.There is a dust whisk on the crook of his arm, but it is brown red.

The white horse retracted its hooves and stopped in front of Mu Lan.

Mu Lan raised her head and looked at the person on horseback through a curtain of tears.

She didn't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed she was at the moment.

However, the woman immediately had a pale complexion, and she was dressed in white clothes, like the crystal snow of a high-ranking scholar in the mountains.

The snow was not cold, and it had been placed in the place where the disputes were most intense for many years. It did not reduce its cleanliness, but instead added a touch of warmth from the world of mortals.

When she saw her for the first time, she was so amazed, envious, respectful, and close.

However, later, under the sweet talk of that man, and amidst his disgusting complaints, she gradually developed contempt and a sense of superiority towards the woman she once admired, and often ridiculed her in front of her face.

After waking up from a muddy and rotten dream, she realized that she was the most pitiful.She fell into the mud, and the other party was still high above.

"Did you come to see my joke?" Mu Lan asked with a smile.

Her face was full of blood and tears, and her smile was not touching.

"A person's life is very long, live in the ups and downs, not in the moment." Xin Baige said lightly, "No one can underestimate anyone."

"Hypocritical!" Mu Lan hated her flattering tone.

Xin Baige lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand, and wrapped the red whisk around Mu Lan's waist, lifting her onto the horse.She herself, dressed in white, lightly got off her horse and stepped on the stone brick floor.

"What do you want?" Mu Lan asked angrily.She didn't think Xin Baige would kindly come to save her.

In her case, she wished that the other party's death would be as miserable as possible.

"I'm not you." Xin Baige could easily see what she was thinking, raised her hand to caress the horse's head, and said lightly, "He's waiting for you. You'd better think about how to explain it to him."

"I have nothing to explain!" Mu Lan panicked for a moment, and turned to look at Mu Zijin.

Mu Zijin still sat with his eyes closed, his face was not moved at all, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"I don't love Mu Zijian at all!" Mu Lan burst into tears and yelled louder, "I told him earlier that if I don't ask him for fame, he won't ask me for his sincerity."

She looked at the end of the road with hatred, her beautiful eyes were full of resentment, "Mu Zijian ruined me, he ruined all my hopes. I will not let him have a better life! Ha, he is afraid of being laughed at now Don’t you dare to act like a turtle? Don’t dare to be a fool!”

"He's not a good man, but he never let you down." Singer Xinbai paused, then lifted himself up, and patted on the horse's head.

Mu Lan's yelling and cursing became farther and farther away, and also became lower and lower.

When Xin Baige said this, Mu Lan knew that no matter how much she scolded, Mu Zijian would not hear her.

Xin Baige is an extremely shrewd woman.She might not care about her husband, but she would never let such words enter Mu Zijian's ears, so that the two of them would have no room for change.

She would speak bluntly to herself because after this incident, Mu Zijian would no longer be able to favor and trust her as before.

After all, Mu Lan didn't dare to look back at Mu Zijin again.

——His heart was so cruel.Knowing the adversity of the infancy, he said no, so he didn't want it.

A large teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye and fell into the dust.

Xin Baige turned around.

Her shoulders are also very straight, only different from Mu Zijin, it is a deliberate upright.He held his head high, clasped his hands, and stared ahead, with a sense of solemn ceremony.

Her gaze swept over Chang Qianfo and landed on Mu Dianke's face.

Huo An gripped the red-tasseled gun tightly.Even Chang Qianfo tensed his back at this moment, ready to move.

They all recognized who the woman in front of them was.

——Mu Cangping's eldest daughter-in-law, Xin Baige, the eldest niece of "Master" Xin Ang, who is also the elder sister of Xin Hong Yu.

She had a feud with Mu Dianke who killed her sister.

And Xin Baige is not Xin Hong's language, she has no distracting thoughts in her mind, apart from studying Taoism, she devotes herself to practicing martial arts, and she has profound attainments in these two ways.Moreover, she has a smart mind and is quite capable of being controlled by others.

For a person like Mu Cangping who has his eyes above the top, he can choose Xin Baige to be his daughter-in-law. In addition to winning over Xin Ang, Xin Baige himself also has extraordinary skills.

The air is as solid as iron.

Chang Huaijin, who was concentrating on treating the coachman's injuries, also noticed the abnormal atmosphere and stood up.

Xin Baige remained silent, his eyes fixed on Mu Dianke's face, as calm as snow without wind and snow, but he couldn't see how deep hatred was there.

"Yechen" carried Mu Lan and disappeared at the end of the street.

Xin Baige raised her neck slightly, her neck was slender and elegant, like a goose neck.With a light glance, he swept across the small building on the street, turned around, the skirt and the whisk swayed together, and walked back and forth.

Chang Huaijin and his party did not let down their vigilance because of Xin Baige's departure.

Someone upstairs.

With Chang Huaijin's strong internal strength, he didn't even notice that someone was hiding inside from a distance of several feet.

After a while, the window opened from the inside, and an old man with white beard and hair stretched out his arms and poked his head out, "Let's go? These little ladies are really hard to deal with."

The old man shrank, squeezed the window and jumped out, pointing at Chang Huaijin with a finger, "How did the boss teach you? You are so weak. A broken lute will force you to this point."

The old man shook his head and sighed: "People who lost my old Chang family!"

Chang Qianfo was slightly stunned.

Chang Huaijin stared at the old man's face for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Uncle?"

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