CHAPTER 1142: 1220: MY TREASURE, OUR TREASURE

What does Fengsu mean by this?

Dong Huiying was momentarily taken aback.

Listening to Fengsu, could it be that all this time on her journey to find her husband, someone has been secretly covering for her?

However, before she could inquire further, Fengsu had already turned and walked out. But before leaving, he gave Yi Ran a deep, meaningful look...

That gaze was incredibly profound, causing Yi Ran’s heart to skip half a beat.

"Young Master Feng!" Dong Huiying called out to Fengsu.

Fengsu paused, then smiled faintly, "Marshal Baowei, please give my regards to Yunyun."

Yunyun?

Dong Huiying was puzzled once again.

Is this Yunyun really Yun Ge?

Fengsu left a mirage in his place; with his exceptional Qinggong skills, he disappeared in an instant.

Yi Ran, however, was shocked.

"What!???"

Yi Ran rushed over, unable to stay calm: "Ma-ma-ma... Marshal Baowei!!?" He looked at Dong Huiying in disbelief, incredulous.

Lao Si, Liang Haoming, still holding his wife tightly, like a protective hawk. "My Precious!" he declared ownership with a blank expression.

In the next moment, two murderous glares immediately shot toward Lao Si, while behind him, Shujun chuckled coldly, and Yue Ning gritted his teeth.

Lao Si remained unfazed: "Our Precious!!"

Yi Ran: "Uh......"

***

In this vast world, truly nothing is too strange.

Previously, when living in the capital, Yi Ran had also seen the renowned Marshal Dong Baowei. But the marshal was clearly a black, short figure.

Speaking of which, back when he was young, he once visited Ninth Sister’s residence. At that time, Baowei was living with Ninth Sister, and in his youthful ignorance, he even complained that Ninth Sister’s little sidekick was really too dark and ugly.

Yi Ran wore an expression as if dreaming, thinking how small the world truly is. It’s indeed remarkable how paths can cross unexpectedly!

When Dong Huiying, with her men and Yi Ran along with Elder Sun and others, emerged from that place, the foot of the mountain was eerily silent.

All that remained were corpses everywhere, no living souls. Could they all be dead? But the number didn’t seem right; for example, those chivalrous ordinary people from Hanxue Pass, who believed that crusading against the Wolf King was a service to the people, seemed to have vanished without a trace, except for the few who died in the melee. But the others, where have they all gone?

Could it be that they were taken away by Fengsu’s people?

Back at Hanxue Pass, as they pushed open the courtyard gate, an old lady was yawning, "Huh, this late at night, I thought you’d fallen asleep. Oh my, who is this person? I don’t recall seeing him during the day."

The old lady looked at Haoming, her eyes still sleepy.

Dong Huiying paused for a moment.

This old lady had also joined the crusade against the Wolf King, yet she seemed to have no memory of it.

"Oh my!" the old lady exclaimed again in surprise, "What happened to my arm, why is it bleeding? Oh dear, have I been cursed? How come my back is aching after just one nap!"

Dong Huiying: "..." Could it be, she has already forgotten?

"Do you still remember the Wolf King?"

"Wolf King? Oh my! Right, the Wolf King outside Hanxue Pass is formidable, kills without blinking, he’s a monster! You folks being outsiders, you shouldn’t venture out at night, or else the Wolf King might eat you up!"

Upon hearing the old lady’s words, Dong Huiying smiled and thanked her. It seemed the old lady had forgotten tonight’s events. She exchanged a glance with those behind her and quickly diverted from the topic.

Fengsu, what exactly did he do?

He instructed Qing Yue to handle the aftermath, and this so-called aftermath involved erasing the memories of all the citizens who participated tonight?

But how did he manage to do that?

She found herself utterly perplexed by it.