The sharp arrow is silver-white, with a little orange halo from the beating firelight. It is obviously a warm color, but it does not feel warm at all when it is touched. Instead, there is a biting cold air, which spreads out bit by bit with the two of them at heart.
Come.【】
Why are there two teams? Are they enemies or friends? Are they robbing a prison or killing people?
Zhong Qingye was dressed in black, and his body curled up in the corner almost blended into the darkness. His long eyelashes stuck to his fair face, blocking the light under his eyes. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully, and his hair was slightly covered.
The covered eyes opened a thin slit, and his mind was running rapidly, and he calmly looked at the two groups of people in front of him.
Not only her, but even the four men who came in at the beginning were more or less unprepared for the situation in front of them. They didn't even know who the other men were, but one of them had already fallen. How could this happen?
It looks like the person who came here is not good.
The remaining three men frowned slightly and looked at each other. One of them knelt down and patted the arrow man on the shoulder, looking at the silver-white arrow on his knee. Something seemed to flash through his dark eyes.
.
Then, he stretched out his hand, grabbed one end of the long arrow almost in the blink of an eye, and pulled hard. The silver arrow flew out with a large amount of blood. A white unknown substance could be vaguely seen. He raised it with all his strength and froze in place.
Half empty.
The arrow man let out a sharp groan, and his whole body suddenly jumped back. His exposed smooth forehead was instantly dripping with sweat, and the crystal sweat shone like crystal under the light of the fire.
Zhong Qingye grinned. If she hadn't had something wrong with her eyes, the two arrows were not poisonous. They were actually aimed at the gap between someone's kneecaps and shot through them in one fell swoop.
In modern times, this kind of injury is okay, and timely surgery can probably save it. But in ancient times, regardless of whether the arrow can be pulled out, the kneecap is bound to be severely damaged. Moreover, the silver-white arrow does not look like anything at all.
What a fun thing...
One of this man's legs is considered useless.
Others must also be very aware of the seriousness of this injury. The man who pulled out the arrow had a serious expression on his face. He didn't care about the pain of his companion at all. He threw away the arrow and grabbed another one. He dropped his hand and raised it.
Blood flowers and an unknown white substance flew to the ground.
The arrow man didn't make any movement this time, and he passed out from the pain.
Zhong Qingye smacked his lips unnaturally, and then turned his attention to the two men in Team B. One held a bow and arrows, and the other held a sword and stood ready. One is good at long-range attack, and the other is good at close defense. Although the time is not right now, Zhong Qingye
Qingye still wants to praise, this combination is really good!
Because they didn't know whether the other party's purpose was the same as their own, the team that came in first and team B that came in later didn't move rashly. Only after the team had finished bandaging the injured did a man from the team speak.
"I wonder what your purpose is?"
A straightforward sentence, perhaps because he knew that the other party would not tell him his true identity, so the man simply omitted the question and asked straightforwardly.
The two men in Team B looked at each other slightly. The man holding the bow lowered his voice and asked in a warning tone: "This is also a question I want to ask you."
There was only one sentence, a dozen words, and Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly widened.
But in an instant, she quickly closed her eyes. Fortunately, her hair was a little scattered and blocked it a little. The attention of both teams was not on her, so nothing happened to her.
However, Zhong Qingye felt a storm in his heart.
Although the man holding the bow deliberately lowered his voice, how could Zhong Qingye's ears be fooled so easily? How could she not recognize their voices after being together for so long?
He squinted his eyes and glanced at the two men holding the bow calmly. His eyebrows jumped slightly uncontrollably, tightened, relaxed, and tightened again. He repeated this several times, but his mood was not at all calm.
Sure enough, she heard it right.
The man holding the bow is the black eagle, and the man holding the sword is the white eagle!
When did they arrive in Dongshang? When did they sneak into Rongcheng? How did they find out where she was? Where was Qi Mo? Did he come?
All kinds of questions suddenly exploded in his head. Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly seemed to have independent consciousness. They were glued to the two people and could not be pulled off, as if they were wearing a black veil.
The faces of their masters stood behind them.
In a daze, Zhong Qingye seemed to understand...
Wasn't that answer always in her heart?
"Clang"
The crisp sound of the iron chain striking brought back Zhong Qingye's wandering thoughts, and also awakened the two opposing teams. Black Eagle and White Eagle turned around at the same time, quickly took two steps back, and alertly looked at the cell where the sound came from.
door.
The three men in black slowly walked in with a leisurely posture like walking. They suddenly understood the situation in the prison and were stunned on the spot.
Zhong Qingye had a headache. Is prison robbery really so popular these days? If one team and two teams are not exciting, do three teams have to come together?
Why didn't she know that she was so popular? There were several teams of people trying to rob her even after she was put in jail?
He casually glanced at the last group to enter, and Zhong Qingye recognized the person standing at the front at a glance. Although he was also wearing black clothes and had a veil on his face, his fox eyes were so iconic.
Well, as soon as she arrived, she would be reminded of his miserable master.
Zhong Qingye took a final glance at the three teams facing each other in a triangle. What was confirmed was that the Black Eagles, White Eagles of Team B, and Yeluxie of Team B were the only ones left, with only four people from the unknown team remaining.
Zhong Qingye was gazing happily, but suddenly his heart trembled, and a white figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
Could the team with unknown origins be the ones he sent?
Is he...really "him"?
"Your Excellency, what advice do you have?" Xing said, I don't know why, his tone was quite carefree, he stood there with his hands folded across his chest, and a pair of fox eyes kept looking back and forth, even if he didn't remove the black cloth on his face.
, Zhong Qingye can also guess the corners of his mouth that are almost reaching the base of his ears.
Sure enough, whatever kind of master there is, there will be whatever kind of slaves there are, and neither of them makes people worry.
Black Hawk was wary of the man in black with a relaxed tone, his brows were sharp, and the long bow string in his hand had been stretched to the full moon. "Your purpose!"