Chapter 89: Search (2)

"Three girls ..."
Yimei was about to cry and looked at Nangong Yan, trying to crawl to her side, but she moved, and the young man's sword pointed at her. "Do not move!"
Of course, Nangong Yu knows that the longer these two people stay here, the more disadvantageous they are, and they don't make a turn: "You should know that I will not tell you, what do you want?"
As soon as the boy saw Nangong Yan ’s dress, she knew that she was a ladylike lady. The girl ’s reputation may be more important to her than her life, but the son ’s life is too important. There must be no loss ... he is still hesitating, see you The son nodded at himself.
The young man no longer hesitated, and whispered, "Send us to the Qingyue Tea House in the east of the city." As he said, his sword pointed towards Yimei, and his eyes contained a sharp light. "Otherwise, I will kill Got her. "
His last sentence was extremely cold, his voice seemed to hide 10,000 sharp swords, and his chill overflowed and caught the soul.
Yi Meiser flinched, but said bravely, "Three girls, don't listen ..."
The teenager didn't speak, but just approached the sword tip to Yimei again ... Seeing this, Nangong Yan quickly said: "Don't hurt her. I will help you." She looked at Yimei and calmed her again, "Italy May, listen to him and we will be fine. "
Yimei seemed to have gained strength from her, calmed down a bit, took a deep breath, and exclaimed: "Uncle Laifu, the third girl wants to buy some tea for the second master, you take us to the Qingyue tea house in the east of the city Right. "
The driver responded, then drove the carriage and turned to the east.
Then, there was no more sound in the carriage, only the sound of the car running across the ground and the crackling of the driver whip.
At halfway, the masked boy suddenly changed his face and his voice became tense, "Let the driver accelerate!"
Nangong frowned, immediately thinking of a possibility, "Jin Yiwei chased?"
She was obviously right, and the masked boy sharpened his eyes. The murderous spirit, which had been convergent, was released in an instant, so frightened that he almost fell down.
"You can't speed it up, it's too conspicuous," Nangong Yan said quickly. "Now we have the same interests. If you and your friend want to get away, you better listen to me!"
The boy stared at her with a stunned look, as if she wanted to see the depths of her soul, and Nangong Yuan did not flinch, the sick son sighed helplessly ...
After a while, the horse's hoof in the rear was getting closer and louder, accompanied by Jin Yiwei's overbearing and shouting, "Stop the carriage, stop me!"
Although the driver wasn't sure what was going on, he also knew that Jin Yiwei could easily offend and hurriedly called for a slow down. At the same time, those Jin Yiweis have chased the horse, and surrounded the carriages in threes or twos.
"Which one do you belong to?" Jin Jinwei, who took the lead, shook his horsewhip, Yi asked indignantly.
The coachman was nervous, but still replied, "I ... we are from Nangong."
"It was the family of Lord Nangong." Jin Jinwei, the leader, said slowly, "Jin Yiwei is in charge of the work. Now we are going to search your carriage."
"Some adults, it's just ..." The driver tried to stop, but his language was so impolite, and between words, a Jinyiwei had rudely lifted the carriage curtain.