However, what responded to her was just a breeze. It was not that no one listened to her. Some of the nearby guards were ready to move when they heard this, but they were repelled by the scenery.

"Silly brother, what do you want to do? Why don't you take this guy down quickly?" Feng Lu was dismissed and couldn't hold back his face. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to take action.

"Sister, stop making trouble..." Feng Jing's face looked slightly solemn and her voice became much calmer.

Feng Lu pouted when she heard this, but unexpectedly, she didn't continue to say anything and muttered back.

"I laughed..." Feng Jing said apologetically.

Ning Yu shook his head: "It's okay, Miss Feng is straightforward and cuteer than many people."

"Haha, if my sister hears you praise her, I don't know what to agree." Feng Jing smiled, as if she had thought of something fun.

Then, he curled his smile and asked, "Lord Ning is here to find Miss Ziyue."

Ning Yu also nodded, with a little sadness: "You also know that I was assigned to the A-shaped camp and made meritorious service. This war is not a small fight, and I don't know if there is hope of survival."

Feng Jing didn't know whether he believed it or not, but she sighed anyway: "Lord Ning has always been blessed and happy, and I think this time it will definitely be fine."

The two of them exchanged greetings for a moment, and then Ning Yu followed the scenery to the inn.

The station now seems a bit cold. Nie Kuangren and the two Dharma bodies are not here, so Ning Yu can feel it.

The guards of the Silver Cloud Cavalry were also transferred away, with less than ten people.

Feng Hero has gone to somewhere, and the scenery makes people call Ziyue.

The two had an extremely intimate friendship and fought side by side in the fire of artillery. Now they are gradually drifting away and are developing towards normal relationships.

"My sister has gone somewhere, so you two have to cherish this moment of solitude." The scenery is extremely eye-catching, not standing here like a wind heron, for fear that Ning Yu and Zi Yue will have a little contact.

Ning Yu looked at Feng Jing's back as he left: "Why is this guy rushing to put a hat on her sister?"

Zi Yue chuckled, wearing a white robe, and her calligraphy aura was stronger than last time. According to this trend, she might really become a talented woman.

There were layers of black mist around Ning Yu, scattering in the surrounding void, to block the spread of the voices of the two people and to distort the shape of their mouths so that no one could read their lips in secret.

Zi Yue shook her head and said, "It's not a good thing for a woman to like another woman. If Feng Lu hadn't been restraining her on the surface now, it would be a big deal to save my life."

"And the scenery is hidden very deeply. I always feel that he is not as uncultivated as he appears, and has a peaceful temperament."

Ning Yu chuckled: "This is inevitable. Feng Bunini's son, the descendant of the immortals and gods on the earth, do not practice? Who believes it?"

"As for the personality problem, if there is really a problem, I have been beaten back by Feng Bunie long ago."

Shaking his head, Ning Yu continued: "You don't have to worry about this issue, and Linghua Pavilion won't let you expose it for a scenery."

Zi Yue's resentful eyes glanced at him: "Enemy, do you really think these top powerful people really can't find any news about me?"

"I now suspect that my identity has been completely exposed."

Ning Yu raised his eyebrows and had no special reaction: "Aren't you still alive?"

Ning Yu was not surprised by this. Since the news that Ksitigarbha King left Tianlong Temple was delivered to the third prince at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Yu understood that the roots of the Taiyuan Dynasty were still deeply rooted in this world and should not be underestimated.

Zi Yue lamented: "Everyone's identity is inextricably linked. There is nothing unacceptable to them in the spies of Linghua Pavilion."

He looked up at the handsome guy who made her prosperous, and she whispered: "Enemy, what's the matter with me? If there is nothing wrong, you won't come to me."

Ning Yu laughed dryly, feeling a little guilty, but then he thought, I was guilty and immediately straightened my chest: "I want to know the movements of the corpse cult. Those crazy people act fearlessly, and the movements are definitely not small, and it is not difficult to inquire."

"Corpsy cult? I'll know about the cemetery later..." Zi Yue nodded. She was just a spy, not a news center, so she was not clear about it.

"Okay, it's better to be the same, right?" Ning Yu nodded and prepared to get up and leave.

"Just leave like this?" Zi Yue said with some resentment.

Ning Yu immediately said vigilantly: "Are you going to start the price on the ground?"

Ziyue: "…"

Ning Yu chuckled suddenly: "Just, Miss Ziyue looks like this, those who don't know think you are moved by me."

Zi Yue asked back, "Why can't it be moved? The owner of the Ning Manor is young and promising, has a bright future, looks handsome, and will be moved by a woman."

"Because the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will be able to lie, the mother of a strong man told her."

"So that strong man has always taken it as a warning?" Zi Yueqi said.

Ning Yu shook his head and said, "No, that strong man spent half his life to prove how correct this sentence is."

Zi Yue couldn't help it, and gently covered the corner of her mouth, smiling like a flower.

"Feng Hero is here, it's time for me to leave..." Ning Yu waved his hand to dissipate the black fog, and the call of Feng Hero immediately rushed into his ears.

"Bastard, what did you do to Ziyue!" Feng Lu said angrily.

"You guess..." Ning Yu deliberately licked his lips, and his figure gradually dissipated. On the wooden railing on the second floor, the scenery looked at Ning Yu who had disappeared, and his eyes moved slightly.

After leaving the inn, Ning Yu stretched his waist, hummed a little song that he didn't know what it was, and returned to the inn. Sure enough, a soldier wearing armor was already waiting for him.

After glanced at the mark on his body, Ning Yu immediately smiled and said, "Our city lord can't wait, I'll just go out and say goodbye to a few friends."

The soldier was serious and took out a piece of blood-red paper with Ning Yu's guilt and the positions he needed to hold after being transferred to Jiazi Camp.

"Just just adjust the order, and I'm talking about why I have to make the tense atmosphere turn blood red, and who should I scare you?"

Ning Yu couldn't help but complain. After taking the red paper, he glanced at it and was surprised: "Yeah, it's still the commander of the Jia character camp, the city lord is so generous."

The soldier turned a deaf ear to Ning Yu's words and said to himself: "Sir, please report quickly, don't stroll, you are still guilty."

Ning Yu looked at him in surprise. There was no trace of fear or panic in this guy's eyes, he could only ignore it.

"Send the dead soldiers to send the order, you really are, Old Yuan..." Ning Yu was speechless, then turned around and pushed open the door, waved his hand, and the blood-red paper drifted with the wind, and he said without looking back: "Tell the city lord, you will go tomorrow morning."
Chapter completed!