Yu Jun

"Hear the wind?"

Wu Jin's arm was hanging down, the pain at the broken bone continued, even making his mind blurred, but Mo Lingfeng suddenly disappeared, this panic overwhelmed the pain, and he couldn't help but whisper.

no respond.

The surroundings are still the same, Chang Long is fighting with the thieves, and the moonlight is more indifferent than Yin Nan, insisting on lighting up the posthouse so that every detail of tonight can be fully revealed.

The smell is still strong, but the sound heard in the ears has changed.

There was a "bang", followed by another "crack". It was the torch falling on the roof, igniting the wet beams, and a burst of black smoke was created. The firelight licked the wood with oil, and a big fire was about to be ignited.

Wu Jin stepped forward, forgetting all the dangers, only to hear her own voice trembling in the wind: "Listen to the wind!"

There was still no response. During the brief moment when he fell, Mo Lingfeng evaporated into the massacre like mist, leaving no trace.

"Lee Feng!!" He roared, and what responded to him was an explosion of flames, and the entire post was engulfed in flames.

The thieves took away the food and grass, and began to evacuate in an orderly manner. A fire was enough to deal with the aftermath. Those who were hidden, injured, or dead would all be turned into smoke and dust.

The wind turned from cold to scorching hot. Chang Long narrowly escaped death and pushed Wu Jin away from the sea of ​​flames. At the same time, a horse team appeared in Wu Jin's sight—the thief was leaving on the road when he came, the Taiping car was in front, the horse team was behind, and the horse team was soaring into the sky. The firelight clearly illuminated the group of people.

An inconspicuous member of the bandits buckled Mo Lingfeng upside down on the horse, and the gold collar around his neck was twirling in the bandit's hands, shining a dazzling golden light under the torch.

Wu Jin opened her eyes wide, not understanding how Mo Lingfeng could be captured in such a short time, and at the same time subconsciously opened her legs and swung her arms, trying to catch up.

With just a slight movement of his right hand, heart-piercing pain broke out. He endured the pain with tears in his eyes, and ran away. The distance he could see was actually separated by a large post. At the same time, Mo Lingfeng seemed to be With a feeling in his heart, Fei Li raised his head and looked in Wu Jin's direction.

She stretched out a finger and put it next to her mouth. She seemed to "shush" and shook her head slightly at the same time.

Wu Jin was in a hurry, and there was a whimpering sound like a trapped animal rolling out of her throat, regardless of her injuries, Chang Long wanted to catch up, and Chang Long was also in a state of anxiety - after finally escaping to ascend to heaven, is she still going to die?

He threw Wu Jin to the ground and pressed him tightly. The more Wu Jin struggled, the more he refused to let go. At the same time, he shouted in a low voice: "You save your life to report to the police, so you can't go there and die?"

Wu Jin's struggle did not become smaller because of this, but became more intense. Chang Long had no choice but to exert more force to hold him down. While searching his brains, he said all he knew: "They want to demand money! Let's change the route now. Go to Jeju Prefecture to report to the officials, and prepare money to redeem her! If you didn't kill her here, it means she is valuable!"

The horse team had gone far away, and even if Wu Jin went after him, they couldn't catch up. Chang Long let him go, helped him sit up, found two branches on the ground, tore off his sleeves, and tied Wu Jin's severed arm.

The fire burned in the posthouse, and Wu Jin's limbs, arteries, and internal organs seemed to be on fire, and he cried out in grief as he burned——does the thief really want to take her as a hostage, or find an excuse that the world can accept to kill her? she?
He can't sit here, he has to find a way.

He lost his physical consciousness, and his mind became extraordinarily clear, but in an instant, he had already made up his mind.

At this time, a person fell down from the unburned stone wall of the posthouse. It was Mo Lingfeng's nanny. She was wounded by a knife and then burned. She was dying and passed out.

Immediately afterwards, another person was thrown from the wall.

This person is Zhang Fengfeng.

Zhang Gongfeng was fat, fell to the ground with a "boom", rolled twice, and made an "ouch" sound-he was still alive and uninjured.

In the end, Yin Nan jumped off the stone wall in both blood and fire, holding a bloody head in her hand, and threw it on the ground, and she spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

She looked at Wu Jin and frowned: "Where's the girl?"

"He was robbed by the thief," Wu Jin quickly stood up, pointing in the direction where the thief left with his left hand, "You go after it, go now."

As soon as Yin Nan's complexion changed, he lifted his foot and walked away. After taking three steps, he turned around and came back, and gave Wu Jin a hard look: "You are not allowed to order me."

After finishing speaking, she turned around again and chased in the direction Wu Jin pointed, but in the blink of an eye, she left this purgatory.

Wu Jin stretched out her hand and tugged at the skirt of the clothes, thinking that the clothes must be broken, otherwise how could she be so out of breath.

He hammered his chest hard to let the breath out, and looked at Zhang Gongfeng: "Zhang Gongfeng, the student dares to ask, do you have a post ticket? I will go to the Jiaxian Courier Shop to send a letter back to Kuanzhou."

This kind of thieves hide dragons and crouching tigers, and Yin Nan who can entangle him can't be separated, and Yin Nan can steal Mo Lingfeng quietly, and Yin Nan alone is not enough.

"Yes, I have."

Zhang Gongfeng was still in shock, dripping with cold sweat, as if he was melting, when he heard the word post coupon, he immediately remembered that he had one on his body, quickly went to his sleeve, took it out and handed it to Wu Jin—holding the post coupon with his hand stretched out in the air, But took it back.

Just now Wu Jin seemed to say that she wanted to report to Kuanzhou.

The cold sweat on his body was withdrawn in an instant, and what floated up instead was the ice hidden deep in his heart - Mo Lingfeng couldn't live.

After thinking about it, he handed the post coupon to Chang Long: "Chang Escort, I will leave this matter to you. You don't have to go to Jiaxian County, but go to the delivery shop in the county. You can use the express post coupon, and you can use the express delivery. Go to Jeju Prefecture, let Jeju Prefecture dig up the collapsed place, and come quickly to suppress and rescue Miss Mo."

"Yes!" Chang Long immediately took the ticket.

Zhang Gongfeng said: "You go now, and then ask the farmers to come and pick us up."

"Yes." Chang Long walked away.

Wu Jin stood aside and took a deep look at Zhang Gongfeng.

Although Jeju is close, the roads are blocked. If you want to come here, you still need to dig out the collapsed place. Instead, it is better to send a letter to Kuanzhou—even though Mo Qianlan can't even control a dog, he is Mo Lingfeng's brother, and he is also a big brother. Sitting on the wealth of ten states, even if they go bankrupt, they will rescue Mo Lingfeng.

Zhang Fengfeng can become an imperial envoy, so how can he not even understand this matter.

From Zhang Fengfeng's anxious face, he spied the murderous intent belonging to the emperor. The imperial power was full of Zhang Fengfeng's seemingly benevolent body. No matter how Zhang Fengfeng defended his actions, he could not conceal the conspiracy.

He is a grain of floating sand, and cannot be an enemy of the emperor, but Mo Lingfeng is alive and well, he was held in his palm a moment ago, and now he is gone.

"Mr. Zhang," Wu Jin put her left hand on her chest and bowed, "Students still have to go to Jia County to report."

Listening to the sound of raging flames, Zhang Gongfeng nodded in agreement when he saw the farmer pushing a cart in front of him.

Without post coupons, it would take at least ten days for ordinary letters to be sent to Kuanzhou Prefecture.

On such a tragic night, he was willing to have such a benevolent heart to let Wu Jin do his best.

Besides, if he didn't allow it, wouldn't Wu Jin go?

It's on the shelves today, thank you for your support, Chapter 2 will be released at [-] pm.