Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 134 Military Power (2)
"I don't know? I don't know that you still dare to call Prince Jing by his name? Iron Arm Monk, I don't intend to know what Murong Heng has told you, I just want to know one thing..." Murong Heng and Zhan Feng got into the carriage It was only later that they discovered that the person they wanted to meet on this trip was in the car.

As far as Murong Heng was concerned, he was not surprised by Feng Xuanji's behavior.Because he knows very well what kind of consciousness is needed to be a descendant of the royal family who is still struggling like an ant when the situation is over.As for whether Feng Xuanji was considered to be "dying struggle", he didn't care, he only cared how much he knew about the Dragon God Order.

Strictly speaking, Murong Heng is not a good brother and courtier at all, especially now that he handed over the apocalypse to Murong Qi.But this did not hinder his understanding of "dead lips and cold teeth", and it was precisely because of this that he took the initiative to invite Ying to meet this Prince Liang's son in the name of looking for him.

On the carriage, neither Feng Xuanji nor Murong Heng spoke first, as if they were waiting for the other to speak first.

Sitting near the entrance of the carriage, Zhan Feng's eyes were not on the two people inside the carriage, he was recalling what Huo Ruge had said to him before getting off the boat.

"Protect Murong Heng at all costs."

He is Prince Jing's personal bodyguard, and even the top red guard of Anbu. All his principles of action are to protect Prince Jing's life and safety as the first priority. In other words, his only existence value is to protect Prince Jing.As for this matter, Huo Ruge certainly did not know, and it was impossible that she did not know.If so, why should he be specially reminded...

Could it be...

Thinking of this, Zhanfeng couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

Could it be that someone was one step ahead of the master...

Thinking so, Zhanfeng licked his dry lips.At the same time, Feng Xuanji spoke.Squinting his small eyes and staring at Huo Ruge for a long time, the iron-armed monk was silent for a while and finally moved out from behind the Buer monk.

"I can only ask one thing!"

Hearing this, Huo Ruge looked straight at the iron-armed monk, her gaze was very direct and crisp, as clear as amber that wasn't stained with any impurities at all.

Seeing her in this way, Monk Tiebi suddenly had an indescribable premonition.Although Huo Ruge's eyes are not sharp, they have a breathtaking penetrating power, those bright and deep eyes seem to be able to penetrate all the thoughts in your brain.

Looking at Huo Ruge, the iron-armed monk almost subconsciously pursed his two thick sausage lips, and let out a sound that sounded like he was sighing or thinking.

"Feng Xuanji probably doesn't have what Murong Heng wants. Has he had any contact with Murong Qi?" Huo Ruge said, without any hesitation in her tone, but it didn't sound like she had thought it through. Just asked the question.

"I don't know who 'he' you are referring to." Almost immediately after Huo Ruge's voice spoke, the iron-armed monk shook his head, and the two lumps of fat on his face also swayed.

"You will know who this 'he' belongs to..." The corners of his lips raised slightly, Huo Ruge stared at the iron-armed monk's dark eyes, and suddenly there was a puzzled smile, and right here At that moment, everyone felt a dazzling light flashing in front of their eyes. Immediately afterwards, a black-bladed dagger as thin as a cicada's wing was placed on the iron-armed monk's neck with three layers of fat by Monk Buer.

"Now, do you always know or don't you know?" With a smile, his almond-shaped eyes were bent, and Huo Ruge's tone remained the same, without the slightest hint of threat or coercion, and that calm and breezy expression seemed to be talking to a friend Talking about the weather, talking about the scenery, talking about gossip and talking about politics is not like putting a dagger on someone's neck and threatening with a smiling face.

Slanting his eyes and quickly glanced at Huo Ruge's body, the iron-armed monk stuck his neck awkwardly. Even though his neck was covered with three layers of fat, it didn't affect the "bravery of a strong man" he was trying to show now. , Die before victory".

The two remained in a stalemate for a long while, while the monk Bu Er looked left at Huo Ruge and right at his master. Khan was furious, but he didn't make any contribution to improving the status quo.After all, he couldn't afford to offend Huo Ruge, the smiling Shura, or the iron wall monk, who was neither drunk nor crazy.No matter which one is offended, he will be unable to eat or walk away.In a word, whoever makes you unhappy will have serious consequences.

Finally, after a long period of dilemma, Monk Buer gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and pinned all his hopes on the Mu brothers and sisters beside him, but these two people had no tacit understanding with him at all, and did not wait for him Looking at the Mu brothers and sisters with scorching eyes full of hope, the two of them have already moved their eyes away early like prophets. One is counting the clouds in the sky, and the other is counting the ants on the ground. Any chance of making eye contact, but the slightest possibility, has already been severely strangled in the cradle by the siblings.

After countless failed attempts to cast his eyes on the Mu brothers and sisters for help, Monk Buer wiped his bald head that was shining brightly in the sun in frustration, and simply looked at Yun Zhongque, who was holding the dagger on his master's neck. A pair of big eyes overflowed with tears that were about to drop.

"Fuer, it's shameful to be cute." Finally, with the unremitting efforts of Monk Buer, he finally managed to draw Huo Ruge's attention to himself, but the effect was not as immediate as imagined.

Hearing the sound, Monk Buer frowned. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of the word "cute", one thing is certain, that is, the words that Huo Ruge said could not be anything good words.

"Master..." He whispered anxiously, and Monk Fuji was completely at a loss.

"No two, no two, your practice is far from enough!" Weng replied angrily, and the iron-armed monk sighed in a low voice, and the fearless expression just faded away a little bit, replaced by a kind of shocking Unpredictable helplessness.

Staring at the fat but not short figure of the old monk, Huo Ruge squirmed his lips and rolled his eyes slowly, but remained silent.

Seeing that the iron-armed monk's tone began to loosen, she must not take the risk of letting this hard-won opportunity slip away from her so easily. She needs to get the answer she wants from the old monk.

The iron-armed monk is good at martial arts. Although he helped them avoid the catastrophe brought by Yixiaolou at a critical moment, judging from the reaction of the little red in the south of the Yangtze River and the timing of the iron-armed monk's move, the truth seems to be not as it seems. Simple, especially after Pai Baihe quickly silenced her, it made her even more suspicious.Thinking about it, Huo Ruge's eyebrows frowned slightly, but they soon relaxed. The following of the Mu brothers and sisters, the appearance of the master and apprentice, and the Yixiaolou and Murongheng who seemed to meet by chance, if all these Connected together, it seems that Murong Heng has already laid out a plan from the beginning. Although there are some things she still hasn't figured out, based on the clues she has so far and her understanding of Murong Heng, I'm afraid she has already guessed. It's almost the same, now the only thing she wants to know is one thing, and this thing, only the iron-armed monk will know.

(End of this chapter)