On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The man in black sneered, the knife in his hand shining brightly.

"Can't you kill him? Okay, let's try it." The man in black approached slowly, "I want to see how you can't kill him."

Quan Dao clenched the handle of the knife, licked his lips, and whispered: "In a moment..."

"You can run away later and don't worry about me," Beibei said in a low voice, "Quandao, good brother, tell Brother Tuotuo for me that I admire him very much."

Quandao's eyes became hot.

Before the man in black came close, Quan Dao wanted to go up with the knife, but Beibei seemed to have guessed that he would do this and rushed over first.

He raised his hand and threw out a ball of powder.

The man in black was on guard this time and turned sideways: "Are you coming again?"

The man in black reached out to grab him.

Beibei didn't hide, the man in black grabbed his face.

In an instant, Beibei stepped back.

The man in black felt something was wrong with the grip on his hand. When he looked closely, there was a face in his hand!

He didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. The man in black thought about what Beibei said about "cannot be killed" and his heart was agitated.

For a moment, Beibei turned around and ran away.

The man in black came back to his senses in shock, and suddenly thought in his heart, this man is interesting, he cannot be killed for the time being, and he may be useful if he takes him back to the county boss.

"Chase! Catch them alive!"

The man in black led his men in pursuit. Beibei and Quandao wished they could grow two more legs.

Just as he was about to catch up and was surrounded again, this time with no chance of recovery, Beibei took out a paper bag from his arms.

"I have poison, do you want it?" Beibei asked Quan Dao.

Quandao swallowed his saliva: "A real man will die sooner or later, so it's better to die quickly, yes!"

Just as Beibei was about to give it to him, a gust of wind hit him and a pebble hit his wrist.

The medicine bag fell to the ground.

"Why die? Isn't it good to live?"

The voice fell, and Song Ping showed up with someone.

Beibei and Quandao were overjoyed and ran to them.

"Why are you there? When did you come!"

Song Ping smiled: "I've been here for a while and watched the show for a while."

Beibei: "..."

Song Ping grinned: "Okay, don't watch in vain, just take a rest!"

Beibei and Quandao could breathe a sigh of relief now, and went to the roadside to lean against a tree to catch their breath.

The man in black caught up and looked at Song Ping: "Look at Yansheng, where did he come from? How dare he meddle in our business!"

Song Ping took out his sword and said, "No wonder we didn't catch anyone, there's so much nonsense!"

After that, he was the first to take action, followed by several others at the same time. They all had actual combat experience and were ruthless in their attacks. As soon as they started fighting with these men in black, they gained the upper hand.

In the blink of an eye, most of the men in black were disgraced.

"Who are you?" the man in black asked angrily.

Song Ping sneered: "Should we fight or not? If we fight, we'll fight. If we don't fight, we'll get out."

"This is Lincheng, not a place for you to run wild. If you dare..."

Before the man in black finished speaking, Song Ping waved his hand, and a hidden weapon hit him on the shoulder.

"Hey!"

The man in black groaned, covered the wound, pointed the tip of the knife at Song Ping for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"

After a few people retreated, Song Ping looked back at Beibei and Quandao under the tree: "Are you okay?"

"The cruel brother stood idly by and the plastic friendship was cut off!" Beibei snorted, "Quandao, let's go."

Song Ping touched his nose: "Hey, I just saved you!"

"Hmph," Quan Dao said, "The cruel brothers stood by and watched, and the plastic friendship was cut off in two!"

Song Ping: "..."

"Brother, look, did you piss them off?"

Song Ping sighed: "Who knew they couldn't help teasing them so much? Didn't this also hurt them?"

Beibei and Quandao turned their heads and left. At the intersection in front, Sima Ru found out: "Well!"

Beibei ran over quickly: "Are you okay?"

Sima Ru smiled: "I'm fine, how are you? Are you hurt?"

"Almost," Beibei touched his face.

Only then did Sima Ru see clearly: "Hey, you..."

Beibei admitted generously: "When you go out and travel around the world, you inevitably have several identities. Fortunately, I changed my appearance. If I change my face when I go back, they can't find me."

Sima Ru was shocked and surprised: "You can do it. With this ability, can you make me younger?"

Beibei: "...That's not possible. Master, I'm sorry, we have to leave."

Sima Ru was stunned: "Are you leaving now?"

"Well, you saw it just now. They want to kill us, so we have to leave."

Beibei felt a little guilty, Sima Ru was not part of their plan, but now it was obvious that people had been implicated.

"What are your plans?" Beibei asked.

Sima Ru sighed: "What plans can I have? I'll just continue reading. Even if I have to move to another place, that's okay. It's the same life wherever I go."

Beibei and Quandao looked at each other.

"How about we stay at your place tonight and discuss it tomorrow?"

Sima Ru smiled again: "Okay, just in time. Say goodbye and see you off."

……

Yan Ruyu took Huo Changhe into the space to see the horses in the evening. The grass in the space was fertile and the water was beautiful. The horses were stronger than before, and their coats were brighter.

Huo Changhe was overjoyed: "They are all good horses for thousands of miles. If the border passes are all such war horses, why worry about those stragglers not getting rid of them!"

"When we wait in the northwest, we will also build a horse farm to breed, raise, and train horses. What does the prince think?" Yan Ruyu fed the horses a handful of grass. "If there are any weak and injured ones, bring them in to recuperate. "

Huo Changhe nodded repeatedly: "That's great, it makes me want to be a horse."

Yan Ruyu laughed dumbly: "That won't work. The prince said, let me enjoy my leisure in the future. If you want to be a horse before you do it, I won't do it."

Huo Changhe hugged her: "Of course being your husband is the most important and the most enjoyable thing."

Yan Ruyu was surprised: "The prince is actually glib!"

"The abbot gave me a pamphlet," Huo Changhe said, blushing slightly and feeling a little embarrassed.

"What book?" Yan Ruyu was shocked, could it be some pornographic book?

"A hundred earthy love stories."

Yan Ruyu: "..."

It was getting late, and Huo Changhe felt refreshed inside, so Yan Ruyu rested in the space with him.

Early the next morning, Yan Ruyu woke up first, exited the space and woke Huo Changhe up, and a carrier pigeon stopped on the windowsill.

The starling flew over, raised his paw and touched the carrier pigeon gently: "What are you doing, what are you doing? Talk!"

The pigeon looked at it and moved aside.

The myna moved closer to it again, pushing it again and tugging at its feathers.

The pigeon retreated again, but the starling still wanted to get closer, so Yan Ruyu opened the window.

The homing pigeon quickly flew to her side and raised its paws at her.

Yan Ruyu smiled, grabbed the pigeon, took off the mailbox from its leg, and fed it some grains.

Bago tilted his head and looked at her. Yan Ruyu nodded his head: "Okay, there's you too."

Huo Changhe came over and patted Myna: "Is there a letter?"

"Well, take a look."