Xuehai couldn't help but take a few steps closer, always hoping to do something to help the injured.

The arrow whizzed towards her unexpectedly. Before she could react, an arm suddenly passed in front of her eyes. The black robe shook, catching the arrow and blocking her way forward. The black robe instantly rolled her back into the tent.

After taking a closer look, he realized that it was Zhao Haijun who had wrapped her deeply in the cloak! In Xue Hai's surprise, he shook his head and sighed: "Is there really someone as stupid as you who doesn't even fear death?"

Xuehai said: "Who are those people?"

Zhao Haijun thought for a while and just smiled: "You can live in peace in the snowy region, I have the final say."

While Xue Hai was stunned, sadness suddenly appeared in her heart. This Zhao Haijun was not a bad person either.

"Stay inside, don't run around." The warmth in this command seemed familiar. But before Chu Xuehai could think about it for a longer time, Zhao Haijun had already unsheathed his sword and ran towards the chaos outside.

Xuehai was vaguely aware that this chaotic night was caused by her - how many people on this north shore wanted to take her life? She did not want to witness such tragedy, but no one could ever make the decision in the whirlpool of the rivers and lakes.

She couldn't remember how she fell asleep. She only knew that when she woke up, everything had stopped. Zhao Haijun was still dressed in black, silently watching her face. He was as serious as a stone statue: "The person you are waiting for - is here.

.”

"Ah?" Xuehai was extremely surprised, not knowing whether he was happy or worried. That person must be Xie Junhe Undoubtedly. Thinking of the chaos last night, she felt even more uneasy. "Last night...could it be?" she said carefully.

To test.

Zhao Haijun laughed: "He won't cause such a big storm. Someone just saw him near the camp. What happened last night was purely an old grudge between me and the snowy barbarians. It has passed."

"Barbarian?"

"Yes, there are some barbarians who specialize in harassing merchants from the Middle Kingdom, burning, killing, looting and doing all kinds of evil. Maybe I ruined their business, maybe someone instigated them and made a special trip to trouble me - the Konoha guy who brought you to the north coast

It's not easy. Just a few words have caused a bloody storm in the North Bank. I really underestimated him. At present, everyone in the North Bank wants to fight for you, including the barbarians."

Xuehai was confused: "Why are you robbing me?"

"They all think that by holding you in the palm of their hand, they can challenge Nan'an Chu Tao. Aren't people in the world fighting over trivial matters like this?" Zhao Haijun was quite disdainful, "But don't worry, you are

safe."

"Why should I trust you?"

Zhao Haijun lowered his face and snorted coldly: "If I had harmed you, would you still be alive and kicking now?"

"Then why don't you let me go?"

"It's almost time." Zhao Haijun stood up and raised the corners of his tight mouth slightly, "He's here. I'll finish my work and send you back in person." After the words were finished, the person had already left the tent, leaving only the biting wind pushing the dust.

The door circled.

Xuehai was startled by the unshakable voice, and her heart was wavering. No matter which ending it was, she didn't want to see it. She didn't want Zhao Haijun to fail, and she didn't want Xie Junhe to be really killed.

Naturally, he doesn’t want to be trapped in the snow forever. However, things seem to have reached a deadlock, and there is no longer a way to have both: Xie Junhe will definitely come, and Zhao Haijun will definitely take revenge. In this confrontation, who will win?

defeat?

Thinking of this, her hands were actually cold. She even wanted to pray: let her live her whole life alone in this wild snowy land, and let Xie Junhe never set foot on this cold land until Zhao Haijun forgot all hatred.

But she did not wait for God's favor after all - the world will never stop because of one person's thoughts.

Just one late night, when Xuehai, who was tossing and turning, heard people outside the tent shouting "fire" and the footsteps were scattered everywhere, her heart was really tightened - he must be here. He couldn't help but go out of the tent and look around.

Looking around.

The crowds of people coming and going in a panic were swaying before my eyes. In the blink of an eye, there was a bright red light outside the camp, which reflected the entire sky like day. A heat wave rolled in, and the guards suddenly disappeared - it seemed that every day

Everyone's eyes are focused on the fire - that is where the hunting king stores his food, grass and luggage. The sky is dry and the wind is strong in the snowy area. If a fire really breaks out, it will spread into disaster in an instant. Without food, this inch of grass

In the snowy land where life is hard to come by, one can only sit and wait to die of starvation.

Suddenly, a feeling of sympathy spread in her heart. She looked around, looking for Zhao Haijun's shadow, but could see nothing but chaos. Until a black shadow jumped out from the darkness behind the tent and landed beside her like thunder.

"Brother Junhe!" Xuehai didn't shout out, but he only felt the blood in his heart suddenly boiling and rushing. When the firelight outlined the skinny outline and the flying robe, the whole sky suddenly became a little brighter, and the surrounding areas suddenly became quiet.

——There was no sound in my ears except my own crazy heartbeat. A strong and rough hand clasped Chu Xuehai's arm: "Let's go!"

Let’s go! Xuehai followed the black shadow and ran wildly in the chaos.

There is only one thought - to escape from this cold land.

A whistle sounded in the distance, and the neighing of horses echoed in the distance. This brought a glimmer of hope. Xie Junhe was already prepared - he had loosened the fence of the stable, just waiting for a whistle, and the horse was summoned.

.

"Stop them!"

The sound of pursuit behind him was like a stone causing thousands of waves.

"Oops, I've been discovered!" Xue Hai shook his head. Xie Junhe wrapped his arms around her and rolled her tightly into his arms. As he jumped up, he was already sitting firmly on the horse.

Warmth suddenly infiltrated from all around. My heart calmed down a little, and I raised my eyes to see that his hair was still disheveled, always unkempt, and his face was more weathered, but there was an icy cold air flowing in his eyes.

With a "swish" sound, the sword was unsheathed - for the first time, she noticed the diagonal cut lines on the blade, which were as terrifying as the legend. She didn't know what kind of power could cause such trauma to the broken sword. She didn't even know what it was.

What kind of experiences made Xie Junhe what he is today.

"Don't look," he said.

However, as the words fell, a flower of blood splashed out from the sword's edge. At the same time, the man who had been chasing them fell down next to the horse's hooves and fell to the ground silently - not even a cry. At the same time, various swords and guns were fired.

The formation of swords and halberds was arranged in front of them like a jungle. The sword suddenly turned out like a cloud and mist, and swept away everything.

The sword is as sharp as lightning, and the people are filled with sorrow.

Xuehai finally saw Zhao Haijun. In the shadow of the tent, the unusually deep face was covered with gray and black like a stone statue, without any blood, and he looked cruel with a smile but not a smile. He raised his hand, and the person next to him handed it over.
Chapter completed!