Chapter 283: Man under the carriage

Speaking of which, the car has been broken into what it is now. Changing the passenger car should be the best choice, but the woman has not moved in the car, and the driver has not said a word. That car is awkward.
But even at this time, the woman was still sitting firmly in the car, which meant she didn't want to get out of the car at all.
An Rushuang meowed, and looked around in the car, and did not see anything wrong, and wanted to get out of the car, but this woman clasped her body tightly and couldn't move.
However, when she was a human being, she followed the trend, and she did not forget this iron rule as a cat.
Now that there is no chariot, she is in a soft nest in this woman's arms, and she has the right to rest.
Looking down, a soft velvet mat was laid in the car, looking extremely soft, but suddenly, a noise came from under the pelt.
Although the sound was overwhelmed by the sound of a car repair outside, An Rushuang subconsciously raised his ears.
The woman snorted coldly, but set the white cat in her arms aside, the curtain was covered, and the wind was impenetrable, and she acted with impunity.
Slimy fingers lifted the mat directly, and An Rushuang could not help but widen his eyes-I saw the hollow car panel under the fur mat, and there was a embarrassing man in the car panel.
Others lay inside without knowing anything. Occasionally, there were some subconscious movements. When they touched the car with their hands and feet, they would cause some movement.
This is how the quiet movement just happened.
An Rushuang looked at this face, could not help but be a little disappointed-this person is not Yun Ran.
When she tried to look into it, the woman had already taken a small bottle in her arms with her eyes full of trouble, and sprayed the powder down. The man sucked the powder into her nose, and then she was quiet for a moment.
Presumably it's a stalemate.
It's just that this Miss Wang family is really bold and dare to transport a man out of the city in the night.
Since it wasn't Yun Ran, it was nothing to do with her.
An Rushuang thought, struggling to get out of the car, but the woman reached out with a smile and clasped it, and no matter how hard she struggled, it was just useless work.
After struggling for a while, she was really tired, so she stopped to look at the woman.
The woman covered her face with white gauze, her eyes were crooked, but her eyes slowly expressed with sadness: "They have all left me. Now that you accidentally hit here by mistake, you have to leave, let's go together , Can also be regarded as a companion. "
Everyone left her?
Is her family?
An Rushuang guessed, the different-colored pupils looked at the Baisha woman with vigilance, but when the woman reached out to her, she did not hide, and let the woman hold her in her arms.
The white veiled woman hugged her with a slight smile, and An Rushuang looked up at her in her arms, a breeze struck, and the curtain was lifted off the deflection angle, and the white veil on the woman's face also rose instantly.
An Rushuang froze slightly, she had seen this face, and she would never forget it-it was carved in a mold with the dead Meng Yun.
Meng Xue, who could not be found, was hidden by the fake general.
Until then she couldn't help thinking, what exactly did the fake general want?
Rebellion? Isn't this what Yun Ran has always thought?
Or dominate the Yandi? If that's the case, is it impossible for him to wear a lifetime mask?
An Rushuang thought so, already a little bit worried in her heart, but the people under the car, it is very likely that it was Yun Rong Yirong.
How to do it?
If it happened here, maybe she would lose her wife and lose soldiers ...
As I was thinking, the outside had already shouted: "Miss! The car is repaired, we can go on the road!"
As soon as An Rushuang calmed down, while she was struggling, the tinkering of car repairs outside had really stopped.
She couldn't help eagerly anxious, her four claws came in handy, like a vixen in a cat kicking the woman in front of her.
Meng Xue screamed softly and frowned, wondering why the white cat in her arms was so irritable.
Fortunately, the thick she wore today never touched a trace of oil skin with this sharp claw.
She stared angrily, her agar-like palms held up, An Rushuang thought she would be taught hard by her, but she could n’t think of it. The palm was raised high, but she lowered it gently, and she never hurt. She seemed soothed at all, slipping down her dirty fur.
An Rushuang was stupid for a moment, tilted her head and looked at her for a long while, seeing that Meng Xue had stretched out the car curtain.
"If you want to go, then go. About this cat in the desert is not as docile as Sheng Sheng. If you like living like a horse, then go."
What she said was extremely gentle, and An Rushuang looked at her, taking a step back slowly in her smile.
Meng Xue was still smiling, her cold moon and the loneliness that could not be masked reflected in her eyes.
An Rushuang leaped under the car, listening to her voice, "Let's go."
The sound of the carriage was sounding behind her.
The carriage and horse were gradually away, and when the gate was about to be closed, the white cat jumped out of the gate like a lightning. In the cold moonlight, it seemed like a healthy white horse galloping on the ground.
The horse carriage did not dare to run very fast without leaving the sight of Yandi, so An Rushuang soon caught up with this carriage, and then, after a leap, stopped the carriage directly. Back box.
I only heard a stab, and the outer skin was cut by her sharp claws, and a long wound was cut, but fortunately it was stable.
Meng Xue also heard the strange sound outside, and lifted the curtain to look out.
An Rushuang had turned lightly, his claw hooks hung sharply under the gap and hung under the carriage. The mud-colored body swayed slightly, like an unconscious bacon.
While dangling under the car, thinking in my heart, since I became a cat, reaching out my hands is a lot quicker than when I was a horse.
This should be considered an improvement ...
Thinking so arrogantly, An Rushuang stunned himself and began to work hard to get through the round hole under the palm.
Many horse-drawn carriages think that the stove is too smelly, and there will be a bottom layer. There is a place for carbon fire below, so there is a hole for driving smoke. Fortunately, An Rushuang is not big at this time. If you work hard, Can still live.
It was so difficult to drill a bit. In the cold and cold season in this place, I wanted to stick my tongue out straight, and then I went into the place I just saw.
The white cat's feet were light and light, and a pair of eyes looked up, afraid to move a little bit, for fear that Meng Xue would be alarmed.
And a pair of soles stomped on the man's chest, silently, and reached to his face ...