I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 35
Mu Shiyu didn't want to mention He Lianchuan again, so he took out the portrait in Yunting's hand and changed the subject.

"That's right, my drawing skills have improved a lot, at least I look like a normal person."

I don't know if it was Mu Shiyu's words just now that stimulated Yun Ting, she took back the portrait of Song Ran in Mu Shiyu's hand, gritted her teeth and said:

"What's wrong with this world? You are rejected for a good-looking beauty with both civil and military skills. It seems that you can't force yourself to like this."

As he said that, he wanted to tear up the portrait.

But after all, he couldn't bear to see his face being destroyed, so he closed his eyes and threw the portrait out.

Mu Shiyu looked out and was immediately happy.

The portrait flew out and hit Song Ran precisely on the head. Song Ran with an innocent face picked up the portrait and glanced at Mu Shiyu.

"It's not me." Mu Shiyu didn't take the blame, and poked Yunting, "You littered and hit Song Ran."

"Ah? What?!" Yun Ting quickly got up and rushed out of the car, "Stop!"

The loyal streets in the main city are illuminated by oil lamps. Maybe it's a little late, and there are not as many pedestrians as there are in Nancheng, but it can be regarded as a destined marriage if it hits Song Ran on the head.

Mu Shiyu leaned on the small window to watch the shy interaction between the two, blushing one by one, Ah Qing, who was like an invisible person in the carriage from beginning to end, shook his head and couldn't help but say something.

"Chunwei will be here soon. If Mr. Song can get the honor, Madam will not disagree."

This reminded Mu Shiyu that as Yun Ting's friend, she should pay more attention.

Song Ran has that real talent and learning, so there is no need to cheat, but after all, he comes from a poor family, so he will definitely be envied.

When Yun Ting returned to the carriage, what she just said had already flown to the sky.

"He smiled."

You have such a nice smile...

Mu Shiyu supported his forehead, and said sincerely: "Be careful, you can't judge people by their appearance."

In fact, she didn't look at her face very much, because Luo Chuan, who was wearing a mask, changed her attitude towards the tyrant He Lianchuan.

Pity.

Yun Ting nodded, and the lone figure on the street got farther and farther away from the carriage until it disappeared, and said sadly:
"He said that he won't talk about feelings until after he has obtained his fame. I'll wait for him."

"I believe he will succeed."

Mu Shiyu has neither the mind nor the time to like someone now, the most important thing is to work hard to be the inspector of Nancheng, protect Mu's family well, and solve Chu Yuan.

The night was getting dark, and on the way home after bidding farewell to Yun Ting, Mu Shiyu was sitting in the carriage thinking about things related to Chu Yuan, but he couldn't avoid getting Song Ran involved, and felt a little irritable.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from outside the carriage.

Mu Shiyu glanced at the source of the sound, and found that three men in black were covering the man in white who fell on the ground with sacks.

Seeing the carriage passing by, he speeded up, picked up the sack and ran away.

"stop."

The carriage stopped, and Mu Shiyu jumped out of the carriage and came to the place where the incident happened.

The carriage was going a little fast just now, and she didn't have time to see the face of the man in white and observe the traces left at the scene, when the oiled paper bags scattered on the ground caught her attention.

"Song Ran?"

She remembered that Song Ran was also wearing white clothes and carrying two oiled paper bags.

Although it's not within the scope of Nancheng, but Song Ran is involved, and she can't just ignore it.

The coachman in the General's Mansion knew martial arts, and so did General Yun's Mansion. Mu Shiyu took the coachman's sword, held the oiled paper bag in one hand, and chased after the three men in the direction where they were fleeing.

Carrying an adult man on his back, the speed was much slower, and Mu Shiyu followed the three black clothes far away. Not only did he want to save Song Ran, but he also wanted to know who was going to attack the candidates who were about to take part in Chunwei.

But the three men in black also felt that it was a bit of a struggle, so they found an ordinary carriage, drove the carriage, and went straight to the outside of the city.

Mu Shiyu used his qinggong to the extreme, without letting those three people notice.

to the suburbs.

The three men in black dragged Song Ran to a deep pit dug long ago, intending to bury him alive.

"Hurry up, there is another target!"

"Why are you panicking? I just carried it for a long time, and I'm exhausted."

"You have money to take, but you still feel tired?"

Mu Shiyu hid behind a tree and was about to make a move, but suddenly dozens of breaths came out, so she had to fly up and hide in the dense branches.

"puff!"

The sound of the blade entering the body came, without even a scream, the three fell directly into the pit, their heads separated.

Mu Shiyu stared closely at Song Ran who was covered by two corpses in the pit. It was too dark, and with only the moonlight, he couldn't see the specific situation in the pit clearly.

An emotionless voice came from the edge of the pit, "Your Majesty has said that the disturbers are the Yi tribes. Let's go and continue."

Mu Shiyu clenched the sword in his hand, a chill rushed into his heart, he held his breath, and didn't even dare to move his hair.

He vaguely guessed that it was Jinwuwei, and had to admire He Lianchuan, the oriole.

The Golden Crow Guard's concealment skills were so powerful that Mu Shiyu, who didn't dare to move at all, didn't know if they were gone or not. He was afraid that the Mu family would be involved, so he waited an extra quarter of an hour to confirm that there was nothing abnormal before leaving the branch and falling to the ground.

In the wilderness and ridge, the three corpses were exposed to the moonlight like this, which was extremely horrifying.

Mu Shiyu gasped, looked up at the ubiquitous moon, and finally understood why some people believed in it.

Enduring nausea and fear, he pushed away the two corpses, opened the cloth bag, put his finger between Song Ran's nose, and after confirming that he was still alive, he moved his true energy to grab his collar and jumped onto the ground.

In such a short time, she was already stained with blood.

Song Ran's body was even more terrifying, his clothes were soaked in blood, as if he had just experienced a bloody battle and was seriously injured.

"Song Ran?"

Mu Shiyu took out a pill from his cuff, put it in his nose and waved it.

But to prevent him from waking up and being stunned by such a corpse, he held his arm and fled the scene of the crime.

After less than a stick of incense, Song Ran woke up, frowning tightly, a little dazed, and when he saw that he was leaning on a woman, he quickly pushed her away regardless of her weakness.

"Girl, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Song Ran hurriedly apologized, and was shocked to see Mu Shiyu's face clearly by the moonlight.

What frightened him even more was that his body was covered with blood, even Mu Shiyu had blood, and she was holding a sword in her hand.

"F...what happened?"

Be sane, stay sane!
"First of all, I didn't do it." Mu Shiyu frowned slightly, and quickly told what happened tonight, but he didn't tell him that it was Jin Wuwei who killed the three men in black.

After finishing speaking, he was also a little speechless.

Could it be that the Golden Crow Guard is only responsible for killing people?
Regardless of the life and death of these candidates?
Quite in line with the tyrant's style of doing things.

"I see, thank you Miss Mu!"

Song Ran's heart beating wildly due to fear gradually returned to normal, and subconsciously raised the handle, only to find that the oiled paper bag in his hand was gone, and his heart felt cold for a moment.

"I suggest you go back quietly at night, otherwise you won't be able to tell if you see other people." Mu Shiyu didn't notice his expression, smelled the blood on his body, frowned slightly, and handed him the oiled paper bag.

"I am leaving."

Song Ran was overwhelmed with surprise and lost his words. When he came back to his senses, Mu Shiyu had already left.

(End of this chapter)