Chapter 132: Wulin Misleading Stories 6
"Prince, how did you become like this? I used to be the prince who was as graceful as a banished immortal under the breeze and bright moon. How come in just one day, you became..." Ma Qing knelt beside the bed with a look of regret on his face, tears almost bursting out of his eyes.
Helian Wuyou blinked innocently, tilted his head and looked helplessly at the silent and silent woman beside him. His lips moved and he whispered, "Wife, why is he crying?"
The word "wife" that he thought was spoken softly made the two strong men kneeling beside him want to cry again.
At this moment, the two brothers Ma Qing and Ma Hong didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This time they escorted the prince to become a king because the prince had seen through the world and was determined to go to Rulai Mountain to become a monk. After the prince's repeated persuasion, he did not dare to do anything to his sick son, so he could only agree to the prince's decision with tears.
Now, the prince has become stupid and has found himself a beautiful wife who looks like a fairy. Does that mean the prince will not become a monk?
Ma Qing couldn't help but ask, so he opened his mouth without thinking, "Prince, then should we still become monks?"
Feng Wu: “……???” Did she miss some exciting plot?
Ma Hong: "...Shut up, you didn't brush your teeth when you got up this morning! The smell is so strong!" Ma Hong wanted to drag her brainless brother out and give him fifty military sticks. You are the only one with a big mouth, right? You are bringing up things that are not relevant. The prince finally doesn't want to become a monk anymore, and you have to bring this up. Is your apricot-kernel-sized brain soaked in water?
Ma Qing's face turned pale, and when he thought of what he had just asked, he immediately lowered his head and sobbed: "...Uh, Prince, when I said becoming a monk, I meant leaving home. Please don't misunderstand me when I say leaving home!" Don't even think about becoming a monk, and just treat what I just said as a fart!
The more he explained, the more he tried to cover up. Ma Hong could only push his brother away, kneeling in front of him, and cautiously asked Helian Wuyou, "Sir, you really don't recognize me, do you?"
Helian Wuyou smacked his lips, his eyes clear and innocent, and shook his head. He felt uneasy at the sight of Ma Hong's hopeful yet forbearing eyes. His hands unconsciously tangled together, and he crawled towards Feng Wu helplessly, "Wife, I'm scared..."
Feng Wu held the man who threw himself into her arms with a helpless look on his face, and comforted her, holding her hand tightly, which seemed to be a little uneasy. She said, "Don't be afraid. You may have accidentally forgotten something. It's okay. You will remember it slowly in the future. They are your former subordinates and will not hurt you."
The man blinked his bright eyes, half-knelt on the couch, straightened his back and hugged his sweet and soft wife in his arms, pouting his lips to find his wife's soft lips. Feng Wu didn't pay attention for a moment, and let the lecherous little fool succeed.
Ma Hong and Ma Qing: "..."
Ma Hong and Ma Qing quickly closed their eyes and turned around, their faces full of serious expressions, as if to say "don't look at anything indecent, don't listen to anything indecent", but in fact their minds were so wandering that they could have run horses. My God, the prince looks more normal now than usual! He can find a wife for himself, unlike before, when he was as cold as a popsicle and had no popularity at all.
The little fool here was kissing with a tsk tsk sound. Feng Wu pinched the man's neck in amusement and pulled him away. He glared at the little fool who was still pouting and asking for a kiss, "No kissing before we get married. Remember?"
The little fool looked resentful: "...Oh..."
"Hmm?" Feng Wu snorted heavily.
The little fool shrank his neck in fear, and the warning rope called the desire to survive deep in his soul immediately sounded the alarm. He reluctantly agreed, "I know!" Just get married!
Feng Wu's eyes fell on the two brothers who were still kneeling, and he said calmly: "It is not advisable to stay in this troubled place for long. Follow me down the mountain and leave."
Ma Hong pondered for a while, glanced at the prince who was looking at the girl eagerly, and nodded reluctantly. He couldn't go out with the silly prince now. It would be great if the girl could lead them away from the Demon Sect.
Holding the foolish man's hand, Feng Wu cast his divine sense over them. Ma Hong and Ma Qing thought they might have been lucky enough to avoid the Demon Cult's sentries. The two were merely attendants to the Crown Prince, with only a few basic skills. Those expert guards who had resisted the Demon Cult had been killed or fled by the cult's members.
The group quickly went down the mountain. With Feng Wu's spiritual awareness, they avoided several waves of secret sentries from the Demon Cult and safely arrived at the nearest town to the Demon Cult.
Feng Wu didn't dare to bring people to the town. There must be spies and strongholds of the cult in the town. There was a dilapidated land temple five miles outside the town, where he temporarily placed people.
After finally coaxing the man who insisted on following her, Feng Wu rushed back to the town without stopping. He spent a lot of money and bought a large waterproof carriage with a green canopy, pulled by two tall horses.
Feng Wu drove the carriage all the way out of the town, put all the steamed buns he had gotten from the Xuanyin Sect kitchen into an oil paper bag, and threw them on the soft cushion.
After a while, the carriage arrived in front of the dilapidated temple. Feng Wu jumped out of the carriage, and a whimpering sound came from inside.
Feng Wu frowned and kicked open the tattered, half-open wooden door. She saw a dirty beggar holding her little fool with a lewd smile on his face.
Feng Wu bit his back teeth, took a deep breath, and with a click of his tongue, he stretched out his hand and said slowly, "Give me back my people."
"Hehe, I didn't expect that the old beggar would be so lucky today. Another beauty came, haha..." The old beggar raised his head and laughed provocatively. The sight of his black gums made Feng Wu feel murderous.
The old beggar was still not knowing the consequences of his actions and was moving his stinky mouth towards Helian Wuyou's fair and handsome face. "Haha, this old beggar hasn't tasted the taste of this stupid thing yet..."
Before he could finish his next words, the old beggar's head and its stinky mouth rolled to the ground.
The old beggar's head, which hadn't reacted yet, was still on the ground, blinking his cloudy old eyes, his eyes full of confusion: Why are these people lying on the ground by themselves? No, that headless body, wearing familiar clothes, seemed to be his own.
The old beggar's fear before his death was forever frozen in his lifeless old eyes.
Sheathing the sword, Feng Wu quickly moved and hugged the unconscious foolish man in his arms. He was annoyed with himself in his heart. Why was he so careless? How could he let these powerless people out of his sight?
She kissed the little fool's pale lips and apologized distressedly: "My dear, Little Phoenix is very sorry. There won't be a next time."
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