"I don't know, I probably left here in the chaos just now. Although I have been locking his breath, that person's cultivation is obviously stronger than mine, and he can break free from my breath lock without anyone knowing it. Alas, the poison just now was a bit powerful, I just don't know if it was artificially triggered or timed." Ning Feng'er leaned against a big tree at this time, and her breathing slowly stabilized. The blush on her face slowly swept away with the adjustment of her breathing. Her eyes were also patrolling back and forth in the forest vigilantly, sharp and cold, even a mosquito seemed to be planning to let go.

"What should we do next? The opponent is so cunning. He retreats so decisively. If he fails to hit a single blow, he will retreat immediately. It is obvious that this is the style of a first-class assassin. He is calm and decisive when encountering things, and his tail is handled very cleanly. He does not give us the chance to capture those people alive. Faced with such an opponent, our chances of winning are really small." Zhang Fengmo punched a little ungrown sapling next to him with a crisp sound. The sapling was directly smashed by the ruthless fist.

A hint of anger flashed in Zhang Fengmo's one-eyed eyes, a kind of anger that was teased by his opponent. He was not afraid of fighting, but was afraid that his fist had no place to swing, his strength had no place to use, and his one-eyed had no place to glare. Kong Wu was powerful, but he seemed to be staring at a slippery sponge with big eyes. This feeling was really unpleasant.

Ning Feng'er also sighed a little depressedly, not covering up her disappointment. She pursed her lips and said to Zhang Fengmo on the side: "Forget it, we can't make any decision now. That guy has already run away. I'd better go back and report this to the Grand Governor first. Let's see how the Grand Governor decide. Now that these people die, the people behind them will run away. The clues we have grasped before are basically cut off. No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end!"

"Okay, I will stay in Japan to cooperate with your actions until this matter is handled completely and take back the Jade Buddha Head of Zetian Mingtang. Be careful when you go back and don't leave your tail for the enemy to catch it. After all, the General's injury is not particularly optimistic. That safe house must not be exposed." Zhang Fengmo said in a calm voice, carefully reminded, and the two left separately in the dense forest.

Long Junchen was covered with a thin quilt and closed his eyes softly. Japan had already entered winter, which was a little earlier than China. The sun was not very warm during the day. He lay on the soft couch, looking at the little plum blossoms outside the safe house through the window. He seemed a little listless under the winter sun. It seemed that they prefer the cold long nights than the sun. Long Junchen felt that if he always looked at these weak flowers and plants, he would feel moved when he felt depressed. He simply squinted his eyes.

After the operation, Long Junchen relied on the physical foundation of the dragon-patterned blood vessels to protect his body. He recovered very quickly. Although the broken ribs on the chest and abdomen and both sides had not yet healed, he could finally lie flat and see the scenery. He narrowed his eyes, felt the dazzling sunshine outside the window, and looked at Ning Feng'er beside him, and his eyebrows slowly stood up into a big "North".

Ning Feng'er blew the porridge in the bowl, carefully placed it on his lips and tried the temperature. He fed him a bite with the spoon in considerately. When the porridge was finished, Ning Feng'er fed it again. I have to say that this girl is still very attentive in taking care of people, and the temperature and dosage of each bite are just right.

After Long Junchen finished drinking the porridge, Ning Fenger covered the quilt again for Long Junchen and carefully adjusted the position of the plaster on Long Junchen's lower abdomen. This was Long Junchen's request. His skin was somewhat allergic to the plaster, so the position of the plaster must be changed at any time to avoid redness, swelling and inflammation of the skin.

Long Junchen swallowed the porridge with some difficulty. This kind of clear soup and watery thing was a little disgusting to his appetite. He frowned slightly and complained in a low voice: "Can you change some tricks when drinking porridge every day? And even if you want to drink porridge, can you give me some side dishes? Even if you have to drink porridge, can you give me some side dishes? Even a little salt is good. The taste is too light. I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore!!"

Ning Feng'er ignored Long Junchen's protests. She calmly put the bowl aside, raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she had found the previous place. She touched Long Junchen's belly with some bad taste, and giggled like an old witch: "I just woke up for less than two days, but I talk a lot more, but you are as weak as a rabbit. Do you still want to eat delicacies? Please, you can bear it for a few days, drink porridge for a few days, and in a few days, I'll buy you something delicious!"

Of course, Ning Feng'er's words should not be taken seriously. Long Junchen [Liangcheng     www.lcds.info] knew that he would definitely be entangled with this clear soup for a while. He curled his lips unhappily, but this girl was also for her own body, so Long Junchen did not continue to entangle on this topic. What he cares most about now is the series of things that happened last night. Judging from Ning Feng'er's gloomy expression when she came back last night, nothing good happened!

"What happened last night?" Long Junchen finished drinking the porridge, skipped the previous topic, and lay back on the bed. He half-squinted his eyes and breathed slowly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

When Ning Feng'er heard Long Junchen ask about this, the relaxed storm that she had previously teased disappeared like a wind swaying in the clouds, and replaced by solemnity and solemnity.

While organizing the language, she thought in her heart that this fact was a bit strange. Not only Ning Feng'er and Zhang Fengmo were worried. She dared to assert that the rest of the MI6 must have been very uneasy.

Because this incident was too strange, and the cause of all this seemed to be from the internal MI6 department, which was Qian Feng, who was responsible for Japanese regional affairs a few days ago, was considered an old employee. He had a high position and power. If something went wrong here, everyone would naturally be in danger within MI6 department.

No one knew how this happened, but everyone felt the difference. At the dinner table, in the restaurant, and in the railings, several senior officials from MI6 were secretly wondering about this matter, including how Qian Feng contacted this mysterious organization, and about the organization, who was the leader behind the scenes, about the other party's purpose, whether the other party was a single giant or a whole state machine, why did they attack the Grand Commander, and why they couldn't get along with MI6, and just guessed it, and they guessed hundreds of answers.
Chapter completed!