Interstellar Peak Glory

Heavy snow fell more and more frequently, and the whole world seemed to be covered in white.

After getting Mo Jiahua's consent, as if he was afraid that Mo Jiahua would go back on his word, Li Shaoai took Mo Jiahua's troops directly under him that afternoon and marched towards Ling Feitong's small golden house.

Zhang Dahu was also in the team. He looked at the captain Yin Changhong from time to time, hoping that Yin Changhong could come up with a countermeasure. When Zhang Dahu No.30 looked at Yin Changhong eight times, Yin Changhong couldn't stand it.

"Speak if you have something to say, fart if you have something to say, what are you doing looking at me?" Yin Changhong said impatiently.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dahu quickly said: "Captain, are we really going to catch up with the princess?"

Yin Changhong's face darkened, he kicked Zhang Dahu, and said: "You still call him the princess? We have so many brothers on the spot surveying, and the military deployment map that His Highness worked so hard to make was sold by Lin Feitong. He has What qualifications do you have to be our princess?"

Zhang Dahu felt that he couldn't refute these words, so he could only lower his head in a low voice.

But after a while, Zhang Dahu plucked up his courage again, and said in a low voice, "Captain, why do I feel that Wang—oh, Young Master Lin, he doesn't look like someone who would do such a thing."

Yin Changhong said with a straight face: "I don't know if it looks like it, but His Highness has already confirmed that he did it. Our task now is to drive Lin Feitong out without getting hurt. , As for other things, don’t care about them if you shouldn’t, and don’t make wild guesses.”

Zhang Dahu curled his lips a little aggrieved, and didn't speak any more.

After a while, Zhang Dahu sighed melancholy.

He had a good impression of Lin Feitong, but why did Lin Feitong do such a self-defeating thing?

I really can't figure it out.

When Li Shaoai brought people over with great fanfare, Ling Feitong was wearing a thick pajamas, watering the orchid grass in the greenhouse leisurely and calmly in the room.

With a "bang", several soldiers with guns broke into the door, startling Ling Feitong, and directly threw the small watering can inside.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Ling Feitong was taken aback, then looked at them warily, and said, "Do you know where this is? Breaking into private houses?"

"It's because I know that I dare to do this." A laughing voice came over, and Li Shaoai walked out from behind several soldiers, looked at Ling Feitong with folded arms, and said proudly, "The former Your Excellency Wangfei, we follow His Highness's order, please get out of this room."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "predecessor" and "roll".

Ling Feitong was taken aback for a moment, and then sneered angrily: "What are you, you dare to falsely convey His Highness's will, and come to trouble me?!" "What are you now?" Li Shaoai said at this time and before When I first came here, the momentum was completely different.

He came here secretly before, with no name and no status, and he had to worry that Mo Jiahua would have trouble with him after he found out, but now, Li Shaoai is famous and has Mo Jiahua as his thigh, so naturally he is not afraid of Ling Feitong at all. up.

Ling Feitong narrowed his eyes, glanced at Yin Changhong coldly, and said, "You come and answer me, is this really His Highness's intention? Or is it this bitch who added the drama to himself?"

Yin Changhong looked cold and serious, and said with a serious look: "It is indeed His Highness's intention, please leave this house immediately."

Ling Feitong was completely stunned, he shook his head in disbelief and said: "Impossible--this is absolutely impossible, His Highness can't treat me like this!"

Zhang Dahu suddenly felt that Ling Feitong was very pitiful.

He sneaked among the soldiers and shook his head worriedly at Ling Feitong, signaling him not to struggle needlessly to make himself even more ugly.

Li Shaoai smiled with determination, looked at the crazy Ling Feitong, gloated and said, "Your Highness already has me by his side, as for you, you should be punished as you should, why are you still standing around? Why don't you drive him out of the room?"

As soon as Yin Changhong waved his hand, the two people standing beside him took steps at the same time.

Ling Feitong suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Li Shaoai's head.

The soldiers' footsteps stopped, and Yin Changhong's gun was raised immediately. Several soldiers used their bodies as shields to protect Li Shaoai.

"Put down your weapons and don't make unnecessary struggles." Yin Changhong said in a low voice, "Your Highness didn't let us hurt you when he let you go. I hope you don't embarrass each other."

Ling Feitong's eyes were cracked, he bit his lower lip and said: "I don't believe it, you let Mo Jiahua tell me that he doesn't want me anymore."

Li Shaoai shouted: "Don't be mean, he can't keep you anymore, don't beg for His Highness's gift like a beggar! If you dare to hurt me, His Highness will never let you go !"

"You shut up!" Ling Feitong was suddenly furious, and shot towards the ceiling. The crystal lamp with a diameter of two meters in the center of the ceiling fell down in an uproar, towards Li Shaoai and others in the middle of the room. Hit it on the head.

"Ah—" Li Shaoai screamed, and was already rolled to the side by someone holding her body.

Yin Changhong was under the lamp, when he shot at Ling Feitong's thigh while avoiding the chandelier, Ling Feitong had already taken advantage of the confusion and ran towards the open balcony.

"Chasing!" Yin Changhong shouted.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard Li Shaoai's terrified screams.

Yin Changhong immediately looked back, showing a look of horror—Li Shaoai's face had been scratched by a sharp object at some point, and there were three horrifying wounds with deep bone visible, and the edges of the wound were turned outwards The flesh and blood seemed to have been disfigured.

"My face, my face!" Li Shaoai yelled in horror, trembling all over her body.

Yin Changhong's complexion turned pale, not simply because he did not do enough to protect Mo Jiahua's people, but also because these three injuries obviously could not have been caused by fragments of the chandelier, but were caused by Ling Feitong himself .

And he didn't notice it!

What is it?

blade?Darts?Or maybe a metal wire?

Yin Changhong shook his head, suppressing the urge to catch up with Ling Feitong and ask carefully, grabbed Li Shaoai's hand that was about to touch his face, and said: "Go to the doctor quickly, and tell Your Highness the situation here, quickly point!"

The soldier next to him quickly said, "Yes!"

Ling Feitong just ran away in his pajamas, and the soldiers chasing him could only chase after him like a fool because they received an order from Yin Changhong "don't hurt Lin Feitong at all".

However, they soon discovered that even with only slippers on their feet, Ling Feitong could walk them like a dog and find no one.

After chasing each other in the alley for a while, Ling Feitong completely disappeared.

Standing in the wind and snow, Zhang Dahu looked at the empty alley, gritted his teeth and said, "We won't chase anymore."

"Why didn't you chase?" the person next to him asked eagerly.

"Because with Wang Hao's strength, if he really wants to run, none of us will be his opponent." Zhang Dahu said.

"Then..." Someone hesitated, and whispered: "If we go back and return to our orders like this, will we be punished?"

Zhang Dahu took a deep breath, and said: "At most it will be fined and confinement, it doesn't matter, anyway, His Highness only asked us to drive the princess out, and didn't let us arrest him."

Not to mention letting them hurt Ling Feitong.

Deep down in Zhang Dahu's heart, he still believed that Mo Jiahua still had feelings for Ling Feitong, although even he himself didn't know where this confidence came from.

A soldier sighed and said sadly: "Actually, I quite like the original princess."

"Me too, the princess is very handsome when fighting, even more handsome than our captain!"

"Yeah, and very down-to-earth."

"It's a pity. Your Highness made it so big for the sake of the status of the princess. He didn't even want the position of the first heir. Who knew that such a result would be achieved. I feel uncomfortable."

Listening to what they said, Zhang Dahu was silent for a while, then turned around and left silently with his gun in his hand.

After running wildly for one, two, ten minutes, Ling Feitong didn't stop until he left the villa area and crossed a dilapidated alley leading to the downtown area.

Looking back, let alone soldiers, there is not even a shadow of a dog.

Seriously speaking, Ling Feitong also felt clear in his heart, Mo Jiahua's people could not really chase him all the way on the street, otherwise, when someone asked, they said that you made such a big commotion, a group of soldiers in broad daylight Chasing a man who is not fully dressed in a swarm, when there is something interesting, if people know that this is to chase away a little lover who has fallen out of favor, it will be too fucking entertaining for the public.

Mo Jiahua couldn't afford to lose this face.

A dead leaf fell from above and landed on Ling Feitong's hand.

Ling Feitong looked up and saw a large deciduous sycamore tree with a crown like a giant umbrella appeared in his field of vision.

Winter is really lonely.

Although Ling Feitong knew that this was a scene to force him to Youslit's side, but he still felt so uncomfortable all the way, and there was some grievance mixed in this emotion.

This is really rare.

For someone like Ling Feitong who was trained as an agent since he was a child and has performed countless missions, he should have been able to perfectly integrate himself into various identities and scenes. He could act well in every scene, Play every role well, while ensuring that there is no fluctuation in your heart.

"Hey..." Ling Feitong looked at the crown of the tree and sighed.

He leaned against the tree trunk and watched the pedestrians coming and going. Not long after, even before the heat from running out had dropped, a black car that was quite common in the local area slid in front of him and stopped slowly.

Ling Feitong looked towards the car.

The car window fell down, and Ji Lun's feminine and smiling face appeared in front of him.

"Do you want to get in the car?" Ji Lun asked.

Ling Feitong leaned against the tree, clasped his arms around his chest, squinted his eyes and squinted at him for a while, Jilun didn't urge him, and let Ling Feitong look at him freely.

It wasn't until another layer of dead leaves fell that Ling Feitong opened his mouth, and said briskly, "Come on."

Jilun smiled, he spent so much time and energy to lay out a big net, finally it's time to harvest.

Ling Feitong got into the car and sighed: "It's so fucking warm, I'm freezing to death outside."

"You should have my communication method in your terminal." Jilun said.

Ling Feitong let out an "ah", rubbed his reddened fingers, and said with a sigh of relief: "I have to see your sincerity." 〇 Jilun smiled, noncommittal.

Ling Feitong closed his eyes and frowned tightly, making him look in a bad mood.

It's true that it won't get better, no matter who is kicked out of the warm golden house by his man's new lover with serious soldiers, he will definitely not be in a good mood.

Jilun withdrew his gaze and said, "I have reminded you a long time ago that men are unreliable, and the only one who can be relied on is yourself." Ling Feitong was not in a good mood, even seeing Jilun was particularly upset.

With a sullen face, he gave a weird smile and said, "It seems that Master Jilun is very experienced in this area. Those who don't know think that you have been hurt by men before."

Jilun didn't change his face, and said very calmly: "I have never been hurt before, how can I empathize with your situation?"

Ling Feitong was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: Fuck, he really is a storyteller.

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