Chapter 399 - Well, Its Your Choice (1/2)

” The Mu caravan is now resting and regrouping in that mountain.”

The soldiers who were asked to trace along the rut are now telling the young man something respectfully.

It is at about ten o’clock in the morning. Four seasons become distinguishable as they walk far away from the west of Penglai. Spring is still lingering. There is a kind of daisy only blooming in spring on both sides of the narrow and long canyon. These pink flowers are dancing in the wind. It looks extremely beautiful in the morning suns.h.i.+ne.

Of course, a person like the silver masked man who is cold and vicious by nature has no mood to enjoy the view at such a critical moment.

He is also good at martial arts. With excellent ears, it is not difficult for him to hear someone breathing even from many meters away. He knows that this canyon is full of flowers, and there is no ambush in the gra.s.s.

The masked man sneers. This place is the best for an ambush. If he had known Mus would change the route, he would have chosen this place to ambush them. In this case, the valuable Bedazzle Powder will not be wasted. However, it’s still not too late. Due to their different social status, the Mu Family can only suck it up.Read more chapters at Listnovel.com

The little girl of the Mu family looks beautiful, but she likes his ninth brother. It’s really a pity. Even if Mus give them tons of money, Miss Mu can only be an insignificant concubine.

Thinking of his arrogant ninth brother is going to marry a disgraced businesswoman as his concubine, the masked man feels really good.

“Tell everyone to be careful. Just kill every suspicious people.”

“Yes!”

The team of about 300 cavalrymen begin to cross the canyon.

The masked man is alert, thinking of the powerful female warrior in the news. The sound of horses’ hooves echoes in the empty canyon. There is nothing unusual.

After a gust of wind, light pink daisy petals fall with the wind. The valley is full of flowers, and it looks extremely beautiful. There is a lot of dew on the petals; it smells so good. This scene softens a group of tough soldiers.

Feeling that the team is slowing down, the masked man feels dissatisfied. He catches a few petals casually.

The dewdrops are dazzling in the sunlight, and the petals are very fragrant. Everything here is like a beautiful painting. The man in the mask is about to throw away the petals, but he suddenly freezes.

It is the late spring and early summer when the sun is kind of strong. Why do these little dewdrops haven’t evaporated yet?

The young’s face covered by the silver mask twists. He shouts angrily.

“Withdraw! All of you!”

Withdraw? These soldiers are so confused, but they can only follow the order. More than 300 people withdraw from the middle of the canyon. They are not in a fuss; it can tell that this team is generally well trained.

They don’t see any arbalests or sighs of ambush; these more than three hundred people still leave the canyon quickly. Everything is normal in the place where they just were.

Seeing endless petals like rain, the silver masked man pursed his thin lips tightly. He is sure he is right. There must be something dangerous with this canyon—but why does nothing happen after so long?

He blinks and notices that the sky seems to be darkening.

In fact, the sky doesn’t get dark suddenly. It is because he suddenly falls off the horse.

In the dark, he hears a cold female voice talking.

“Look, isn’t it an eye for an eye?”

…

When he wakes up, he feels his face is a little cool. He reaches out and finds the silver mask covering his face is gone.

It awakens him immediately. He remembers the ambush in the canyon.

The spring water is gurgling. In this beautiful mountain, the man loses his silver mask. Lin Luoran sits on the tree with her hands folded and looks at the man in uniform under the tree.

With a pointed chin and thin lips, he looks like a male actor surnamed Mo, who became popular because of a soap opera in Huaxia a few years ago. Of course, if there is not a tattoo of cyan phoenix between his eyebrows, he will look more masculine.

Actually, tattoos are certainly not popular in this era. Lin Luoran checks it, and she is sure that his cyan phoenix is a natural gift.

With such an obvious mark, it is natural that he has to wear a silver mask. Thinking of what Mu Qingshan called him when he saw him, Lin Luoran is very interested in this n.o.bleman under the tree. She can see he is at a loss now.

“The seventh prince.”