After lightly tapping his fingers on the table twice, and after a crisp click, Zhong Qingye finally made up his mind, turned around, picked up the package from the bed, tied it behind his back, opened the door and walked out of the inn.【】
It was still early in the morning, just a little early noon, and the sun was shining brightly and warmly on the top of my head. However, it was the summer sun after all. After being exposed to the sun for a long time, there was a faint feeling of pain on the top of my head.
The injury on Zhong Qingye's back has not completely healed yet. Compared with the situation a few days ago, it has been much better. He only needs to change the dressing frequently and there will be no problems. If it is not for the wound to heal, it will be fine.
Come on, she will never make fun of her body.
Tightening the package on her shoulders, she bought some dry food and fruits on the roadside, took out her newly bought white horse from the stable, got on the horse, and ran towards the city gate.
Her destination was Chihua Town where the war was going on. The reason was very simple. She wanted to confirm whether the man was Feng Jin. But Zhong Qingye never expected that less than a stick of incense had passed after she left.
Several uninvited guests came to the inn where she originally stayed.
He used money to bribe the innkeeper, who had never seen the world, and he quickly left the inn. In a hidden corner, a white dove spread its wings against the sun and flew quickly toward the northeast.
After traveling for two hours, Zhong Qingye pulled the reins while sweating profusely. The horse gradually slowed down and finally stopped in place. Zhong Qingye stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked at the still energetic sun diagonally above his head.
, couldn't help but grin in pain.
His physical fitness had declined significantly due to constant injuries. He had only run a short distance on horseback, but he was already exhausted and had lost a lot of water. Zhong Qingye had to look around for a shade of tree where he could cool down and rest.
Suddenly, her sizing movement stopped. As if she had telepathy, she quickly turned her head to face the hillside diagonally towards her, and her pupils instinctively narrowed.
As if sensing the owner's abnormal mood swings, the white horse beneath him became a little restless, stepping back and forth a few times, and made a humming sound from its nostrils.
The place she was on happened to be on a remote road, a shortcut she found out in the small town. Because the weather was hot and dry, this was the time when no one was walking around. The summer afternoon was dry and there was no wind at all.
On the opposite hillside, the clear sound of footsteps appeared more and more distinctly in her eardrums.
There is no murderous aura that sends chills down one's spine, but the overwhelming pressure seems to hang over one's heart and linger.
Zhong Qingye's pupils shrank, and on the small hill, figures appeared one by one.
The black figure stood upright like steel, with the same black outfit, the same iron-blooded expression, the same sharp sword light, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire mountain.
Who is this...?
Zhong Qingye could tell that these people were well-trained soldiers, but she didn't find anyone dazzling among them. She looked around instinctively, as if looking for someone's shadow.
The other party obviously didn't let her wait too long. After a while, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and a man sitting on a tall black horse slowly stepped up from the other side of the mountain.
The same black clothing, such a dark color, represents low-keyness and surrender when worn on others, but once it appears on him, it immediately transforms into a color that is unique to him.
Low-key and dignified coexist, cold and soft, Zhong Qingye can even see the dragon pattern outlined with golden silk thread on his lapel, and the half of the iron-colored mask shines in the sunlight.
Zhong Qingye lowered his head slightly and reached out to hold his left chest.
Thump, thump thump, thump...
The chaotic rhythm was introduced into her thoughts from her fingertips, and there was an inexplicable strong emotion that violently impacted her thoughts between her head and chest.
What's going on?
She was so unprepared for her own abnormal behavior that she didn't even bother to pay attention to the ghostly black figure appearing behind her. She pressed her chest firmly, as if she wanted to use the strength of her hands to force her heart to return to normal.
Before he had time to understand what was going on, Qi Mo suddenly raised his long whip and slapped the horse's buttocks fiercely. The black horse neighed and flew up with all four hooves, carrying the man on its back, galloping like lightning.
Usually swooping down from the mountain.
Running, his long hair was scattered by the fierce wind, and strands were flying in the air, dancing wildly, his clothes flying up and making a violent sound. His thin lips were pressed tightly, and the blood spread from the eye holes.
The gaze was so fierce and fierce that it seemed to tear her whole body apart.
Zhong Qingye sat on the horse in a daze, and Qi Mo flew down like a god. The face exposed in his eyes became clearer and clearer as the distance got closer.
Thump...thump thump...thump...
His heart was beating more and more uncontrollably, as if it was about to burst out of his chest in the next second. All the blood seemed to rush to his brain in an instant. Zhong Qingye couldn't think about anything, couldn't think about anything.
, almost instinctively.
She suddenly pulled the reins and turned the horse's head vigorously. In the flash of lightning, the whip, wrapped in fierce wind and too many unknown emotions, hit the white horse's butt hard.
Go! Go quickly! Must go quickly!
There was only one thought left in Zhong Qingye's mind. She didn't know where it came from or why it appeared, and in the short period of time, there was no chance for her to think about it.
The moment Qi Mo ran towards her, her racing heart instinctively gave her a sense of danger. For the sudden danger, her first reaction was to avoid it immediately, as far away as possible.
Her white horse was just an ordinary breed selected in the horse market, and it had not undergone formal training. It was completely different from Qi Mo's black horse. Zhong Qingye's hard whip was uncontrollable at all. The white horse couldn't bear it.
It was a huge tearing pain, and my legs and feet suddenly became cramped.
Suddenly, both hind legs of the white horse cramped at the same time, and the front legs had already stepped out. Without enough time to take them back, the entire horse's body was uneven and unable to bear Zhong Qingye's weight.
Almost at the same time, the whole white horse fell forward, and Zhong Qingye, who was not escorted by a safety belt, was also thrown into the air in a flash of lightning.