The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

The conversation outside the window became clearer, and it seemed that the speaker was getting closer and closer to the window.

"General Rong is very powerful in martial arts. I don't know how, he will be injured by the dead in the neighborhood." The person who said this was quite aggrieved.

Perhaps it was because Rong Feng was their former leader anyway, and his strength was recognized by all the flying fish guards. Now when I heard that he was injured by an unknown person, it was inevitable that he was a little unacceptable.

"If the competition is fair and honest, who can beat the general? It's not that those Dongchuan people use cunning methods to attack innocent people with poison. In order to protect civilians, the general has to come forward."

"Hey, it is said that this is very poisonous, it is produced by Dongchuan, and I don't know if Dayan's doctor can solve it."

…

The two of them didn't look into the window at all. Mu Jin's black hair made the two of them and the shadow blend together perfectly, and successfully escaped.

But she was immersed in what she had just heard, coupled with the side effects of turning on the defense mechanism, and a deep sense of weakness and weakness spread all over her body, making her unable to take the initiative to get up from Zhongru for a while.

At such a close distance, Zhong Ru's eyes were shining quietly, quietly looking at Mu Jin's stunned gaze.

After a long while, confirming that the sound of leaving footsteps will not come back, he said: "The world says that you are weak and look like a woman. I am afraid that no one can think that you actually possess peerless martial arts."

No, I am the body system.

Mu Jin was still thinking about it. Hearing this, he just complained in his heart and didn't reply.

Zhong Ru helped her up, "Who taught your kung fu, the emperor?"

Mu Jin sneered subconsciously, "The emperor will only hate me for being his dog, so how can he teach me martial arts?"

"So you taught yourself martial arts secretly, just to...recover Xiqiang?" Zhong Ru's voice lowered, under the faint night breeze, there was a kind of ghostly smell.

Mu Jin felt that this person always had so many questions, so she glanced at him impatiently, and her voice was also dangerously lowered, "Are you not taking what I said to your heart?"

Zhong Ru remembered the warning he had received before, and a trace of helplessness flashed through the bottom of his eyes, and he pulled his hand on his mouth to signal that it was sewn.

This person's behavior is really more and more different from the impression he initially gave people.

Mu Jin had no intention of telling him that she was full of news of Rong Feng's injury and poisoning, but she didn't know what she was anxious for.

She wanted to go to the barracks immediately to see what was going on, but another voice was saying that she had been away from the palace for a day and night, and if she stayed for a long time, there might be problems, and it was time to go back.

The previous voice said again like her own: What if he died?

Another rebuttal: He is a male second anyway, how can he die so easily?

By the way, the second man.

Mu Jin's inspiration flashed. Before he could grasp the mystery, he heard the voice of the system in his head: "Di-temporary side mission, rescue the seriously injured and dying male second. After completing it, you will receive a random reward. If you fail, the mission will fail. ."

Mu Jin suddenly realized.

Because one of her main tasks is to protect the safety of the characters!

How can I forget this!

Mu Jin found a reason for his hesitation.

The two voices that had been arguing in his mind were quiet, and Mu Jin's slightly anxious expression also returned to calm.

Zhong Ru had been watching her from the sidelines, and seeing that she seemed to clear her thoughts at this moment, he said, "You want to find General Rong, don't you?"

Mu Jin looked at him.

Here comes it again, the feeling that seems to be seen through.

She didn't say a word yet, but he had already guessed what she thought.

"You don't have to look at me with such a vigilant eye." Zhong Rudao, "Since I have said that I am loyal to you, I will never give birth to two hearts like Zhang Mingxu."

Mu Jin said: "I will say it again one last time. What I need are subordinates who obey orders, not roundworms who speculate on my thoughts. If you do it again, you will get me back to Jun Zimei."

She said this coldly, and was obviously very tired of Zhong Ru's mind spying on her twice.

Zhong Ru lowered his head and said, "It's not safe here. If you want to go to the barracks, you'd better leave now."

Anyway, the system had issued tasks, and Mu Jin also extended the time to return to the palace. With Zhong Ru's help, he left the stronghold and ran towards the barracks in the night breeze.

"General Rong has just been attacked at this time. I am afraid that the entire military camp is raging." Zhong Ru rode on the horse, leaning close to Mu Jin's ear, "We rushed forward, and we might be taken down as an assassin."

Mu Jin: "Are you afraid?"

Zhong Ru didn't expect that she would ask him back, looked at her in surprise, and then suppressed a faint smile.

"Yes, it must be easy to get into and out of the barracks with Mr. Mei's skill."

Mu Jin didn't know how to clarify this misunderstanding, so she was aggrieved in silence.

However, she held her chin up and looked like a natural look, and she fell in the eyes of others, but she became absolutely confident and arrogant.

But there is a little doubt that has been hovering in Zhong Ru's heart. After being warned many times, he dared not ask directly, but he couldn't get rid of it.

…Since Mu Jin is so good in martial arts, why is it that she is clumsy on the wall, horse, or cliff?

Could it be that she only learned fists and kicks, but did not learn light skills?

With a headed question, Zhong Ru quickly brought Mu Jin out of the range of the barracks guards.

The two got off their horses and stood on the hillside looking at a brightly lit area not far away. There was no sign of rest in the entire barracks, and the night sky was bright red with torches.

"It seems that the situation is not very optimistic." Mu Jin observed for a while and judged hesitantly.

"Mei Jun, please wait here, and your subordinates will go and find out."

Since there are no outsiders here, Zhong Ru resumed his address to Mu Jin.

"You?" Mu Jin looked at him hesitantly, and then at the brightly lit military camp in the distance, "Even though you are good at doing well, but entering and leaving the Ten Thousand Army Tent without leaving a trace, I am afraid it is still impossible."

Then she saw Zhong Ru's stiff face with a smile on his face.

This smile seemed to have broken some seal, and the mediocre facial features instantly showed a charming grace, which made people ignore his appearance for a while.

And when he withdrew that smile, he changed back to the person who was thrown into the vast sea of ​​people without a trace.

It even makes people feel that such a face is not worthy of his temperament.

Mu Jin thought silently, fortunately, he is not used to laughing often, otherwise the image difference between back and forth is too great, which is really a bit frightening.

She heard Zhong Rudao: "If you talk about kung fu, your subordinates may not be as good as Mei Jun, but if you talk about light work, your subordinates bravely speak, and have not seen a place that can stop them."

When everyone talked about it, Mu Jin hesitated again, as if he looked down on others.

Besides, she really wanted to know what happened inside.

So she nodded and said: "Bring back the news I want."

Zhong Ru nodded silently, and his whole body was like a flying bird, silently turning into a silent shadow in the dark night.

Without Mu Jin's burden, his light work really showed the outstanding side, and disappeared into the night in three or two times. Even if Mu Jin followed his movements without blinking his eyes, he was lost in a few breaths. His trace.

"...The little brother who picked it up, really has two brushes." Mu Jin muttered.

She looked into the distance and watched the lights on the barracks never meant to go out, her heart began to hang gradually.

What's going on with Rong Feng, usually seeing him as the leader of Feiyuwei and Dayan's youngest lieutenant, he is obviously very powerful, he was injured when he met an assassin, and it was serious enough to issue the mission systematically.

Mu Jin mumbled in her heart. She didn't feel the passage of time much. Maybe a long time passed, maybe only a short quarter of an hour. When Zhong Ruru went back to her silently, she still Staring in the direction of the barracks.

"Mr. Mei."

Zhong Ru looked at her for a while, until he couldn't delay, he opened his mouth to draw her attention.

Mu Jin returned to his senses and looked at Zhongru anxiously: "How is the situation?"

Zhong Ru ran such a long distance in a short period of time. After returning, he didn't even breathe heavily. He bowed and said, "General Rong was injured, and his subordinates saw a doctor entering the main tent. "

Mu Jin's heart tightened.

She clenched her fist silently, calming her somewhat anxious gaze, and then she spoke without emotion, as if she was only asking about an objective fact.

"How far is it from death?"

She was too worried, but deliberately asked ugly words. Did she think that this self-deception attitude could conceal anyone other than herself?

Zhong Ru's gaze sank, and he replied: "Mr Hui Mei, an assassin has just appeared. At this time, there are strict guards outside the main account, and his subordinates dare not venture to investigate."

He also remembered that Mu Jin sneaked out of the palace, and he paid more attention to hiding his traces than investigating Rong Feng's injuries.

Mu Jin knew his worries, and he didn't blame him for not bringing definite news. He just stared at the military camp far away with a gloomy look.

Zhong Ru stayed for a while and did not wait for the next step. Seeing her frosty standing in the cold wind, she felt proud and desolate. Worried that her thin body would be infected with the wind and cold, so he ignored the possibility of being reprimanded and spoke actively. .

"Mr. Mei, I'm sorry for my subordinates to talk too much." He paused to see that Mu Jin didn't mean to be angry, and then continued, "General Rong's injury is diagnosed and treated by his own doctor. We should return to the palace as soon as possible."

Mu Jin is the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and it is excusable that he did not show up one day. If he can't show his face in front of everyone tomorrow, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of those who are interested.

Up to the point of Zhong Ru's reminder, Mu Jin didn't understand it, but she was holding a huge side mission, how could she just leave people behind.

"He can't get better."

Mu Jin said it categorically. If she didn't understand the situation, she thought she and Rong Feng had some great enmity, and wanted to curse him like that.

Of course he can't get better. If he gets better, will the system be willing to waste a side task?

From the beginning of the system to the present, although not many missions have been released, all of them have the effect of advancing the plot, not only to make possible corrections to the deviated plot, but also to point out a direction for her.

Up to now, only Duan Rongrong who was beaten last time has used the word "near death".

No matter what Zhong Ru might think, Mu Jin turned and walked downhill.

A trace of something flashed in Zhong Ru's eyes, he did not stop, and immediately followed Mu Jin's pace.

He could see that Mu Jin was walking in the direction of the barracks. Now that they couldn't reveal their identity, they approached rashly when the wind was rumbling, and they might be killed on the spot as a Dongchuan spy.

But his eyes were calm and he was not dissatisfied with it. It seemed that the direction Mu Jin was pointing was his destination and home.

Just wait and protect with fate once something happens.

Of course Mu Jin didn't plan to die on the spot, she slowed down after approaching the range of the barracks and approached generously.

They were naturally discovered by the guards.

Several Leng Rui arrows aimed at them instantly, Zhong Ru raised his eyes, and an explosive force was quietly condensed in his seemingly thin body.

But Mu Jin did not give him this opportunity.

A small team quickly rushed out of the barracks and surrounded the two. Zhong Ru took a step forward and protected Mu Jin behind him.

One person walked out of the encirclement, with elegant eyes and an anxious expression on his face that he tried to suppress.

As soon as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by a soldier beside him: "The military division is careful, beware that it is Dongchuan's spies."

"No." The vocal line was slightly tired and hoarse, "These two behaved generously and did not hide the trace. Even if they are really spies, they are worthy of Du Mou's courtesy."

Immediately he turned to Mu Jin, who was looking at him, and said: "Under Duchamp, I dare to ask who the two are and why are they here?"

Mu Jinzha saw so many cold weapons facing him, and the hair on the back of her neck exploded reflexively for a moment, but anyway, she was not a little chicken who just passed through. For any reason, she tempered a bit of the original owner's aura. Even standing behind Zhongru, he didn't appear to be weak.

With an arrogant expression, she looked around with a critical look at the military adviser mentioned in the original work, the think tank of Rong Feng.

Although this man did not occupy much in the original work with love, love and love, but in the subsequent wars, Rong Feng won several dangerous battles with his help, knowing that this is not the only one in the pool. Things.

Reasonable. Mu Jin quickly made a judgment in his heart, and at the same time told the system to lift the preparation for body strengthening.

Seeing that neither of them answered his words, it was not like the anger that ordinary people would feel when they were ignored. Only a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he did not lose his courtesy.

He decided to change the question: "May I ask how you two are called."

This time Mu Jin gave him a bit of face.

"How do I call it, you are not qualified to know."

…Well, it’s really a point.

Duchamp was still not doing well, but the soldiers on the side saw her arrogant appearance, and were a little moved.

The soldier who had persuaded Duchamp earlier said angrily: "When we are here, what are you arrogant about? I think you belong to Dongchuan, so I don't want to take your skin off!"

His eyes were round and his muscles under his armor were flared, and he looked a little frightening.

However, Zhong Ru only covered Mu Jin with one arm and staggered a step under his feet. Somehow, the soldier staggered under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

Zhong Ru's tone was still calm and unwavering: "If you move your hands and feet again, don't blame me for being impolite."

The man turned around and looked at him in amazement, but stopped making a sound for a while.

And Zhong Rulu's hand also made the surrounding soldiers quiet.

"Ahu, come back." Du Shang called out, looking at Mu Jin's eyes with a little more caution, "We don't mean to be rude, but I hope this little boy understands that the military camp is not a place where you can play at will. , If there is nothing wrong, please leave as soon as possible."

Looking at Mu Jin's silk and satin dress, his face is exquisite, but he is not like an innocent boy who strayed into the barracks.

Mu Jin raised his hand and patted Zhong Ru's shoulder, motioning him to move away.

The little boy who walked out of the protection of the attendant smiled brilliantly in the flames of the torch jumping.

"For me, you have only one role, to help me pass a message to your general." Mu Jin said softly in the stunned crowd, "Just tell him that someone wants to eat chestnut cake."

"Military officer, this..."

Duchamp raised his hand to stop Ahu's words.

His searching gaze fixed on Mu Jin deeply. Mu Jin didn't seem to care whether he agreed, played with the ribbon on his lower waist, and straightened the sleeves of his clothes.

Then he seemed to be impatient and frowned, "I think the only chance to see Rong Feng is this time. If it's wasted for your general, don't blame me for being indifferent and ruthless."

With that, she flicked her long hair, and the scarlet hair band almost hit Zhong Ru's face.

"let's go."

"Yes." Zhong Ru immediately followed.

One step, two steps.

Just when they were about to reach the boundary of the encirclement circle, Duchamp's voice came from behind.

"You two, please be slow!"

Mu Jin hooked his mouth and turned around with an impatience.

"I also hope that the two of you will wait for a while, and I will go in and report to the general." Du Shang said, "If it is the general's old knowledge, the whole corps will definitely treat the two as guests and treat them."

After he hurried back, Mu Jin looked at Zhong Ru's gloomy eyes and raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

She could already predict that Duchamp would come back and respectfully invite them in.

Although Rong Feng is annoying and clingy, he still has some kind of friendship. If there is no such tacit understanding, this side task is wasted.

Sure enough, a dark shadow rushed out where Duchamp entered.

Mu Jin was ready, and she was about to open her legs to accept the greeting.

She didn't notice, the soldiers surrounding her, including those on the sentry who pointed their bows and arrows at them, all looked at the direction of the people coming, showing an expression of astonishment.

Mu Jin only felt a wall press against him.

Not waiting for her to react, a pair of rock-like arms tightly confined her, locked her soft body into her arms forcibly, with a taste of cherishment, as if she wanted to crush her, but was also afraid of hurting. To her.

Mu Jin gasped.

Then she heard Rong Feng's voice, losing the calm and calmness she had always had, with a small mute sound, trembling slightly above her head.

"Mu...Mu."

The tall figure encircles the white beauty in his arms, as if holding the only treasure in the world.

Mu Jin:...

No, brother, I won’t be such a big gift as soon as I come up!

Are ancient people so open now? In this large crowd, why don't you pay attention to your physique at all!

Mu Jin felt a sudden heat rise on his cheeks, and the whole person froze in Rong Feng's arms, blushing angrily and anxiously.

Under extreme tension, she even thought about a problem distractedly.

This guy, how can it be harder to meet once than once.

...No.

Isn't this man jumping around as if his strength can strangle a cow? Where are the signs of serious injury and dying!

She gritted her teeth and kicked Rong Feng's calf hard, "Why are you injured? Why are you still lying about the military situation!"

Seeing her like this, Zhong Ru, who was already attacking with claws behind her, changed the look in his eyes and retracted his posture again.

At this moment, panting Du Shang finally followed. He looked at Rong Feng in shock, and then at Mu Jin who was tightly hugged by him. When he came into contact with Mu Jin's murderous eyes, he turned to Rong Feng Said: "General... General."

He closed his eyes vigorously, trying his best to forget the scene where he was calm and indifferent, like an ascetic meditation practitioner, holding a beautiful young boy.

But when he opened his eyes again, the scene was still the same. His general even buried his face on the top of the little boy's head, looking very nostalgic.

Duchamp swallowed, "Why... please come in and talk to Mr. Mu. You are poisoned by silkworms, so you shouldn't be exposed to wind."

Mu Jin tried his best to raise his eyes and said suspiciously: "Are you really poisoned?"

Rong Feng reluctantly relaxed his strength, his cheetah-cold and sharp eyes were full of tenderness at this moment.

His rough fingertips gently turned Mu Jin's messy hair floating in front of his face back to his ears, his voice was so soft as to scare her away, "Where did you know that I was poisoned?"

"What I want to know, naturally I will know." Mu Jin tried to earn, only to feel that his whole body was **** by steel pipes, unable to exert any strength at all, could not help but screamed, "You have never finished? Don't blame me for being impolite if you speak well."

Only then did Rong Feng realize that he actually had her in his arms.

The surprise to hear that she was out of the palace and come here to find him was so great that it made him lose his sense, and even hugged her in public regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

However, looking at Mu Jin's face so angry as Taoli at this time, Rong Feng smiled bitterly.

She must be unwilling.

But... he couldn't control himself.

In his life, all the unbearable emotions were given to the person in front of him.

In his mind, he remembered the lingering night that made him be sent here on New Year's Eve. It was obviously not an in-depth contact, but it made him feel the taste, and it was hard to sleep.

"Sorry." Rong Feng let go and took a step back to show respect. "I'll talk about it in my account."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of the surrounding soldiers, including Duchamp, became even more bizarre.

You know, the general can throw out the beauties who are sent to the tent without hesitation. He never allows anyone except Du Junshi to enter, but at this time he exclusively invited this beautiful young man into his tent. in…

"It should have been so."

Mu Jin strode in angrily.

She shouldn't have come to see Rong Feng in person, she should send an imperial doctor directly to get it.

She felt that General Rong was not poisoning the body, but the brain.

Rong Feng looked helplessly at her back, and a sigh of dozing overflowed from his throat.

But when he turned his head, he was facing Zhong Ru who was about to follow Mu Jin.

"..."

Two equally tall men looked at each other, and the invisible dark tide surged between them, full of confrontation.

After a long while, Rong Feng waved his hand to signal everyone to go back to you, don't gather here anymore, don't care about Zhongru, and just follow Mu Jin.

As for what impact his move has brought to future military camps, it is unknown now.

Rong Feng's military account has a cold temperament that matches that of himself. Apart from the necessary furnishings, the only thing that can be called luxurious is a leopard skin on the low table.

It was a leopard with extremely strong explosive power and sprinting speed. Without anesthesia guns and high-tech weapons, it is no easy task to catch him.

"This leopard skin was killed by himself in the second month after the general came here." Seeing that she was looking at the leopard skin, Duchamp actively explained, "The general was holding a long knife at the time. The leopard leaped forward and struck it head-on, cutting its throat with a single knife..."

His eyes are full of memories and yearning, and his words are full of worship of his general, as if it was him who had cut the leopard's throat.

"Cough." Rong Feng walked in behind him, and said with a cold face: "Du Shang, there is nothing for you here, let's go out first."

"Yes, General."

Du Shang bowed and saluted clearly. He seemed to want to remind Rong Feng something, but after meeting Rong Feng's gaze, he still sighed.

When he walked to the door, he saw Zhong Ru standing like a wooden stake. Duchamp wanted to take him away, but Zhong Ru took root under his feet, leaving him unmoved.

"Let him in." Mu Jin saw the situation here, "This is my entourage. You can't get too far away from me."

Rong Feng nodded.

Zhong Ru walked in, acting dutifully as a silent follower, just standing behind Mu Jin silently.

"There is no one else here, right." Mu Jin asked, straight into the tunnel, "What the **** is going on with you?"

Rong Feng's face didn't have any worries about his own poisoning. Hearing her question, he revealed a soft surprise.

"Are you worried about me?" He looked around, flattened a fold in the leopard skin, and dragged her to sit down. "You walked all the way from the palace, you must be tired, but I have always been here. Simple, there is no chestnut cake for you."

...?

Mu Jin got angry.

She didn’t care about it, and grabbed Rong Feng’s arm directly, “I’m asking you if you don’t understand? Even if you want to die, don’t die so badly. If you are planted in the hands of the little hairy thief in Dongchuan, you are embarrassed. Gotta export."

Rong Feng's gaze swept across her grasping own hand, and the hot palm covered the back of her hand.

"You can worry about me, I am very happy."

"..." For a moment, Mu Jin didn't want to talk to him anymore.

But immediately, she felt a little unusual.

She shook Rong Feng's hand back, concentrating for a moment, and looked into his eyes, "Why are you so hot?"

She knows that Rong Feng's body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people all year round.

But at this time, it has reached the point where it is hot to touch, and it is obviously not a normal physical state of human beings.

But he looked as usual, and he could even gossip, and he didn't look uncomfortable at all.

"You noticed." Rong Feng said, "This is a handwriting from Dongchuan, named'Red Silkworm'."

Listening to this name is not a good thing. Mu Jin thought silently.

"It is not so much poison as it is a kind of Gu." Rong Feng poured a cup of tea for Mu Jin and handed it to her hand. "I know you are picky, but there is no good tea to entertain you in the military camp. ."

Mu Jin didn't care and held a cup in her hand. She was thinking carefully about the name Red Silkworm. After several memories to no avail, she could only admit in annoyance that this was something that had never appeared in the original work.

"What the **** is this, will it cause you to have a fever?" Mu Jin drank the tea irritably.

Rong Feng's eyes softened, "It's just a fever."

Mu Jin looked over suspiciously.

"This is not as simple as making people have a fever." Zhong Ru said indifferently, "Red Silkworm Gu, if a person with a medium Gu doesn't get the antidote within three days, he will die from high fever all over his body, and he will be thrown away before death. It's painful to fry in a frying pan."

The cup in Mu Jin's hand rolled to the ground.

She realized her gaffe and bent over to pick up the cup, but Rong Feng also bent down, Mu Jin's finger touched Rong Feng's, and she was infected with the scorching temperature for a while, causing her thinking to be confused.

"It's only the first day. There is still time." Rong Feng put the cup back on the table, trying to comfort Mu Jin, who was frowning, "Don't worry, there will be a way."

any idea? This poison was so badly described by them, and there is no such thing as Rong Feng poisoning in the original work. I am afraid that if one is not careful this time, the second male will die young!

She stood up suddenly and looked at Rong Feng with scorching eyes.

"You send someone back to the palace overnight to find Gu Qing and let him come over."

Mu Jin's voice trembled slightly.

"Tell him that someone is waiting for him."