Chapter 200: Zhu Feng, came here alone!

Nan Yan didn't know what was thinking in her heart, but at the moment when she saw Zhu Feng's face clearly, tears welled up like a flood bursting a bank.
"The emperor, the emperor..."
And Zhu Feng, looking at her curled up on the head of the bed, her snow-white shoulders and slender ankles were exposed, leaving the marks of Tong Jie's raging fingers.
His breath sank.
But when he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely calm: "Come here!"
"..."
Nan Yan had already exhausted her strength in the struggle, but when she heard his voice, she seemed to inject unlimited strength into herself. She gritted her teeth and sat up and stretched out her hand.
The big rough hand grabbed her at once.
Feeling that little hand was cold, even a little trembling, and seeing that she was missing an inch, Zhu Feng took a step forward, simply wrapped her in the blanket, and hugged her.
At this moment, Nan Yan's heartbeat thundered.
Zhu Feng walked out of the tent with her in arms, and saw two corpses on the ground at a glance. It should be one corpse. The other has a little bit of life, but he can't move or speak at all. Only his fearful but unwilling eyes widened, he stared at Sinanyan.
Zhu Feng walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly.
Suddenly stepped down.
Nan Yan hurriedly closed his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, Zhu Feng had already hugged her on horseback, and when she looked down, Tong Jie died in a pool of blood, and those eyes were trampled beyond recognition.
The nightmare-like experience just now seemed to have all disappeared at this moment. Nan Yan only felt that his hands once again embraced him, holding the reins tightly, and Zhu Feng’s low, magnetic voice came from above his head: "Hurry up!"
Nan Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand from the blanket, and firmly grasped the skirt of his chest.
"drive!"
The horse under the seat rushed out like an arrow from the string.
I don't know how he got in just now, but this time, when someone was galloping on a horse in the dead of night, of course, they immediately attracted the attention of the guards. When they saw them, they all chased up.
Someone yelled: "Something went wrong!"
"The boy was killed!"
"Quickly chase, chase that person back!"
Nan Yan's heartbeat suddenly intensified. She curled up in Zhu Feng's arms, unable to see what was going on behind her, she could only hear his low, heavy breathing, but after a while, the sound of the wind In the middle, there was the sound of horseshoes and shouts of other people.
They caught up.
But at this time, she was a little regained--
Zhu Feng, came here alone!
He didn't even bring an attendant, a guard, or even a helper. As an emperor, he came to the enemy's camp alone to rescue himself? !
The surrounding wind whispered, horseshoes burst behind them, and even when they were riding their horses galloping, they felt an overwhelming feeling.
However, Nan Yan raised his head and looked at that handsome and resolute face, but there was an indescribable and reassuring feeling.
She trembled, grasped his shirt tightly, and slowly pressed her face to his chest.
The heavy breathing above his head suddenly choked at this moment.
But he didn't say anything, just pushed harder.
Even so, as they continued to gallop forward, Nan Yan still heard the sound of horseshoes around him gradually approaching, and even heard someone yelling
"Shoot him!"