Under the shadow of the same moon, a carriage was driving on the official road of the North Bank at starry night. The driver was a close associate of the Zhao family. In the car, Xie Junhe, who was covered with bandages, still had a slovenly face and a broken sword in his hand.

, not daring to relax for even a moment. His shoulders were very heavy - Xue Hai fell asleep on his shoulders at some point.

This girl! Xie Junhe gathered the blanket around her body and gently scratched her nose.

The intimidation power of the Qi family is very terrifying. They are constantly being chased along the way, sleeping in the open air, and of course they don't dare to stay in an inn or even enter a restaurant rashly - the Qi family has many eyes and ears, and God knows when one or two dangerous people will appear.

figure.

During the day, the girl would pester him to talk, asking him to talk about interesting things he had encountered in the North Bank before, or a few embarrassing things about her brother. At night, she never seemed to worry about anything, as soon as she closed her eyes

, wrapped a blanket on his shoulders and slept soundly, regardless of the bumps of the carriage.

Every night in the dead of night, he couldn't sleep at all: firstly, there was an unknown force lurking in the darkness outside the car, and he had to guard against it. Secondly, the stab wounds all over his body were heartbreaking, and the pain often made him grit his teeth and struggle for half the night. As long as one

I closed my eyes and relaxed my vigilance, and the pain all over my body rushed over me. It was as if I had rolled around in a thicket of swords and swords again.

He was so tired that he could hardly walk.

Suddenly, as if the earth was shattering, the horse neighed loudly, its hooves flying, and finally fell to the ground. Before the coachman could shout, a sharp arrow pierced his throat. "Bang! Bang!" The car lost control.

It quickly rolled down the hillside and suddenly hit a boulder head-on, turning it over into pieces. Amidst the rapid jolts and shaking, Xie Junhe took Xuehai into his arms and just used his body to resist all impacts, as if guarding a treasure.

"Why...jun and brother..." When Xuehai slowly woke up, he was shocked by the way the car body shattered into pieces.

"It's okay, let's go!" Xie Junhe grabbed her arm and dodged into the depths of the mountain. At the same time, the shouts of "woo woo" behind him were blown to his ears by the wind. But the sea of ​​snow was clearly visible.

I saw that the originally plain white bandage on his left arm was now dripping with blood. "Your injury!" Without waiting for any response from him, she just followed his drag and ran away.

As they flew towards the forest, the dense shouts behind them immediately came over and blocked their path from three sides. With rapid and chaotic breathing and heavy steps, Xie Junhe and she struggled to move in the mountain forest. It was muddy and wet.

The slippery ground stained a pair of embroidered shoes until they could no longer be seen as they were. But his hand never relaxed and held her wrist for even a moment, and his pace never slowed down even a minute.

"Jun He... Big brother... I..." Her chest hurt as if it was exploding, and she was running so hard that stars were popping up in her eyes.

"Over there! Chase!" Shen Yanfei's familiar voice shouted from behind. Across the dense forest, Xie Junhe had recognized the shining silver leaf gun in his hand and his slender shadow. On the edge of the dense forest, the stone walls were layered and chaotic.

Stones piled up. Xie Junhe carried the snow sea on his back and jumped towards the stone wall at the end of the woods.

However, when we got to the bottom of the stone wall, we realized that this was a dead end. A line of straight stones several people tall stood in a line, towering and insurmountable. Under the stone wall, gloomy bones were piled up scatteredly - the unburied dead were exposed like this.

In the corpse wilderness, several vultures stood on the dead branches, staring with ferocious eyes, as if they were looking forward to his death.

Fortunately, there was a stone crevice made of piles of rocks, just big enough to accommodate a person. Xie Junhe pushed Xuehai into it. Walking inside, the stone crevice gradually turned into a grotto. However, it was no more than twenty steps deep and suddenly narrowed into a finger.

A thin line the size of a seam. "There is no way, Jun and brother..." Xuehai's voice trembled in the darkness.

A sneer burst out from outside the cave: "This place is called the Wailing Wall...many innocent souls were executed here. Xie Junhe, today, you are considered the end of a hero!"

Is this really the end of the hero... Xie Junhe smiled proudly and pushed Xuehai to a corner. The broken sword was pulled out of the scabbard silently, and the clear blade faced the light, reflecting Shen Yanfei's slender shadow and flying clothes.

The heavy sound of his silver leaf gun and riding boots hitting the ground followed the same beat as his own heavy heartbeat.

Yan Fei stopped at the corner three steps away from him! It seemed that he had felt the murderous intention coming from behind the stone wall. All of a sudden, he couldn't hear any movement. He could only vaguely see the sharp shadow on the scabbard.

smiling.

Did Shen Yanfei come alone? Xie Junhe closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe God was also helping. As long as this kid dared to take half a step forward, the stone was narrow and no one could avoid it.

The spear is only faster than anyone else. Take a gamble and you may have a three-point chance of winning.

A low voice echoed in the stone: "Brother Xie, I didn't bring anyone here, they went in another direction."

The blade of the sword in his hand turned sharply, a cold air dazzled his eyes, and his eyes were charming. Xie Junhe had straightened his sword and stabbed straight! There was a "clang" sound, but the blade of the sword was firmly pressed against the barrel of the gun. The barrel of the gun was swaying,

The broken sword happened to be stuck in the stone and could not move. At the same time, the tip of the silver leaf gun was pointed at Xie Junhe's throat.

Xuehai took a breath of air and hurriedly rushed out, but was pushed back by Xie Junhe with an arm.

The eyes of hatred look at each other, burning with fire - they are different and do not work together.

"I owe it to Master Chu." Yan Fei held his head high with the attitude of a victor, and moved the tip of his spear up and down Xie Junhe's throat, "You are really seriously injured. Killing you is boring."

"Shen...if you dare, kill me!"

"Are you worthy? I don't want to be stained with blood for no reason and ruin my reputation." Shen Yanfei still sneered.

"Humiliate me?"

"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty." Yan Fei put away his silver leaf gun and bowed his hands towards Xuehai, "There is a boat at Feiye Ferry. After half an hour, I will let my people withdraw. You go east.

Let’s go, no one will stop us.”

Before Xie Junhe could react, Shen Yanfei had already retreated and shouted loudly to the outside of Shi Feng: "There is no one here! Where is the trace? Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you can dig out the name of Xie!"

Xie Junhe and Chu Xuehai were silent in the stone, looking at each other. Who entrusted Shen Yanfei to help them? Is it possible that Chu Tao can still control this guy who has betrayed him for ten years? This is absolutely impossible.

His chest rose and fell violently, and Xie Junhe suddenly couldn't hold on anymore. His thin body leaned against the stone wall and slowly slid to the ground. Maybe he had exhausted his energy just now, and maybe the wound was affected when he drew the sword at Shen Yanfei. Maybe -

In short, Xie Junhe knew very well that even a third-rate swordsman could easily take his life now. "You're bleeding again -" Xue Hai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and stared at his bandage.

The color becomes increasingly intense.

Xie Junhe's chest rose and fell violently, and Xie Junhe suddenly couldn't hold on anymore. His thin body leaned against the stone wall and slowly slid to the ground. Maybe he had exhausted his energy just now, and maybe the wound was affected when he drew the sword at Shen Yanfei. Maybe -

In short, Xie Junhe knew very well that even a third-rate swordsman could easily take his life now. "You're bleeding again -" Xue Hai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and stared at his bandage.

The color becomes increasingly intense.

He looked at Xuehai's anxious look and smiled softly: "It's okay, girl, it will be easy to get there when we get to Feiye Ferry." He was covered in wounds, but he no longer felt the pain.

The hand that was wiping his sweat suddenly stopped and he took it back sadly. "It's all because of me..." Inexplicably, Xuehai became sad, and his eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and he turned to the corner.

"Girl?" Xie Junhe pulled back her shoulders and brought her back to him, "Don't be stupid, why are you crying? You will see your gray wolf brother soon, and you are still crying? Let him make fun of you again.

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"Can't you just let me cry for a while?"
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