Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

In an instant, the long sword fell into Feng Qian's hands.

Immediately, that person was dealt with.

Along the way, many men in black appeared, and the girl opened a bloody path with a long sword.

When Feng Qian came to the back mountain, he saw a man in black stretching out a dagger to stab him.

That's too late.

Feng Qian controlled his strength and let go of the long sword.

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Two voices came at the same time.

Feng Qian was stunned.

Is it too late?

The next second, the man in black fell to the ground, revealing Wangchen and Huikong who had been blocked by him earlier.

The one who was stabbed by the dagger was the old monk Huikong.

When the man in black stabbed with a dagger, he stood up and stood in front of Wang Chen.

"Uncle Huikong!"

When the old monk fell down, there was a kind smile in the corner of his eyes.

He looked at Wangchen with cloudy eyes, raised his bony hand slightly, and finally lowered it to his side.

Feng Qian stood where he was, without moving.

Little Fragment... he must be very sad.

Feng Qian turned his head and stood guard at the gate of the back mountain. When someone came over, he took care of it.

After a long time, Feng Qian turned around and walked towards Wang Chen.

"Ah Chen, shall we leave first?"

Wang Chen was silent, he supported the old monk's body. On the ground next to him was the burden left by the old monk.

"Master and the monks in the temple, I will find a way to let them rest in peace. It is not safe here for the time being. Leave with me first, okay?"

Feng Qian tried to convince Shards.

The young monk stared blankly at the old monk's body with dull eyes.

Wang Chen had no intention of leaving.

Like a wood carving, maintaining the same posture.

Feng Qian thought for a while, walked over, and stood beside Wang Chen.

During this period, some men in black also found Houshan.

Wangchen guarded the old monk, and Fengqian silently dealt with those who fell over.

And so it went until the evening.

Feng Qian felt that all the people in black had disappeared.

And the small fragments, from the day to now, have hardly moved.

There is no way to go on like this.

Feng Qian had no choice but to go over and knock Wang Chen unconscious.

The girl picked up the little monk and carried him on his back.

Glancing at the baggage on the ground, Feng Qian hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head to pick it up, and then left.

When Feng Qian came to the gate of Jingyuan Temple with the fragments on his back, he happened to meet someone sent by the Queen Mother.

Apparently, those people had been waiting at the gate of Jingyuan Temple for a long time. After seeing Feng Qian, they froze for a while.

"Elder princess."

Feng Qian paused, raised his eyes to look at the other party, and ordered: "You find some people to bury the monks in the temple."

When they reached the gate of Jingyuan Temple, they could feel the bloody smell inside.

At that time, there were men in black with weapons. They were unarmed and did not act rashly.

What's more, they are not sure whether the eldest princess is here or not.

Now that the princess was safe and sound, they were relieved. As for the tragedy in the temple, no one knew who initiated this massacre that violated the laws of heaven and ethics.

Later, they went down the mountain to find helpers and buried the monks who died in the temple one by one.

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With Wang Chen on his back, Feng Qian hurried back to the original place, and the carriage was still parked there to rest.

The girl walked directly to her carriage with Wangchen on her back.

It was getting late, and everyone rested in the carriage for the time being.

At this time, apart from the night watchman, only Yue'er was standing by the carriage and looking around.

Yue'er saw Feng Qian, she went over excitedly, and couldn't help being stunned when she saw the little monk on the princess's back.

"Yue'er, help me open the carriage."

"good."

Yue'er went to open the door of the carriage.

Feng Qian put down the debris, turned around, picked up the little monk and princess, and got on the carriage.

And gently put Wangchen on the soft couch.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Qian cast his eyes on Xiao Shard's face.

The little monk frowned, the corners of his eyes were moist, and his already fair face became paler.