Yun Zimo flew up, the sword returned to his hand with a whoosh, and stabbed towards Zhou Mingkun.
Zhou Mingkun pulled out the long sword from his waist to resist. After the two of them exchanged a few moves, he narrowed his eyes and said, "You were the assassin who visited Sima Mansion that night. Who are you?!"
If Yun Zimo doesn't talk nonsense with him, it will kill him.
It's just that he has been fighting hard for most of the day to attack the city, and his strength is exhausted.
Zhou Mingkun ran away as soon as he realized something was wrong, and his physical strength was much better than Yun Zimo's.
In addition, Zhou Mingkun had been on the battlefield for a long time and had rich experience in fighting enemies. After a while, Yun Zimo was unable to get any advantage and was stabbed several times.
Although they were all flesh wounds, they were bleeding profusely and looked very scary.
Zhou Mingkun sneered and said: "Boy, you are no match for me, otherwise let's discuss it. There are a lot of gold and silver treasures in this secret passage chamber. You can take them all as long as you let me out."
Of course it wasn't that he couldn't defeat Yun Zimo, but he had to buy time.
He doesn't care about a little treasure.
Anyway, he had already hidden the rest of his money outside. Even if he couldn't make a comeback, it would still be enough for him to dominate the mountain and become the king, spending money like land for a lifetime.
But if someone from the outside chases him in, the two men under him certainly cannot be the opponent of so many people.
Yun Zimo said coldly: "Stop dreaming, you have to save your life today!"
The two met again.
Although Yun Zimo was injured, he was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers and was brave and fearless. He attacked Zhou Mingkun's vital points with every move, causing Zhou Mingkun to retreat repeatedly.
Seeing the time passing by, Zhou Mingkun's eyes flashed with viciousness. When he was forced to retreat to the stone wall, he turned the mechanism behind him.
Yun Zimo's feet were in the air and fell down.
But at the critical moment, he grabbed Zhou Mingkun's ankle and pulled him in.
Click.
The mechanism closed and locked Yun Zimo and Zhou Mingkun inside.
After Qingfeng dealt with the two big men, he turned around and saw this scene, his face changed drastically: "Young Master, Young Master!"
He knocked hard on the closing position of the mechanism, only to find that it was an iron plate and no sound could be heard from inside.
…
The light rain is rustling and pattering.
Wushuang rode a horse and stood on the Shura field in Yuezhou City, his eyes calm and expressionless.
Just because she had seen scenes even more bleak and horrific ten years ago than now.
Raindrops hit her body, and she clenched the sword in her hand and drove the horse forward.
When the city was destroyed, she came to look for Zhou Mingkun, but more than half an hour passed and she still hadn't found him.
Her hair had been wet by the light rain and hung in strands on her shoulders. Her clothes were almost half wet and clung to her body, making her back appear thinner and more upright.
She rode for a short distance, grabbed a soldier leader and asked, "Where is Zhou Mingkun?"
The other leader came back and said, "The young general has gone after me. I don't know if I have caught him."
Wushuang was startled for a moment.
She naturally knew that "Little General" was the name Yun Zimo was called by people in the Yuezhou Army.
If he wasn't in charge of the siege in Beicheng, why would he be chasing Zhou Mingkun?!
Wu Shuang frowned and asked: "Which direction?!"
"It seems to be going to Sima Mansion in Yuezhou."
"Thank you!"
Wushuang pulled the reins of his horse and ran towards Sima's mansion. As soon as he entered the mansion, he met a cold-blooded general running out with an ugly expression on his face.
Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, "What happened?"
"The young general jumped into the secret passage with his men, but after his subordinates entered, they found that there was a trap inside. They couldn't get through, and they didn't know what was going on inside. This is really worrying!"
Yun Zimo is the son of Prince Zhan and Princess Anping, so none of them can afford it if something happens.
Therefore, this man was planning to find someone who knew the secrets of the mechanism.
Wushuang's face changed slightly when he heard this, "Where is the secret passage? Take me there quickly!"
General Leng recognized Wu Shuang, and judging from her posture, he thought he knew the art of traps, so he quickly ordered someone to lead Wu Shuang to the dry well in the backyard.
But when she entered the dry well courtyard, she suddenly froze!
The breeze supported Yun Zimo as he came out of the dry well.
Yun Zimo was covered in blood, his helmet had fallen somewhere, his hair was in a mess, he was leaning on the ground with the sword in his hand, and he couldn't stand still.
"Ahem..." Yun Zimo reluctantly stood up against the breeze. The moment he raised his eyes, he saw Wushuang, with a smile on his blood-stained face.
He took a breath and walked forward slowly. When he stopped in front of Wushuang, he picked up the dark cloth bundle dripping blood from his waist and handed it to Wushuang, "Here you go."
Wushuang glanced at the baggage and stared at Yun Zimo: "What?"
"Zhou Mingkun." Yun Zimo's eyes dropped and he sighed: "I was going to capture him alive, but I accidentally killed him, cough——"
He fell forward.
Wushuang quickly stepped forward to support him and let him stand firm against her, "I'm sorry..."
"Stop talking." Wushuang grabbed the cloth bundle and threw it aside. He also picked up the sword in Yun Zimo's hand and threw it away. He helped him sit down slowly, "You..."
But when she saw it, her face immediately turned pale, "Xiao Mo!"
Yun Zimo passed out.
"Master!" Qingfeng also rushed forward, quickly put Yun Zimo on his back, and ran outside.
Wushuang ran two steps and looked back at the head that he had thrown into the rain.
The rags had fallen apart, and Zhou Mingkun's head rolled into the mud beside the railing, and he died with his eyes open.
Wushuang only glanced at it, and without thinking about it, he grabbed the sword and ran out.
Yun Zimo was sent to the military camp, and Qingfeng and the medical officers were busy helping him remove his armor and clothes and treat his wounds.
Wushuang stood on one side, looking at the various wounds on his body, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were completely white and bloodless.
Medical officers came in and out, and countless basins of blood and water were delivered.
Yun Zimo was lying on the low marching couch, his face as white as gold paper, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
When Qingfeng turned around to get the medicinal wine, she accidentally bumped into Wushuang. When she looked at her, her eyes were full of anger, "Get out!"
If it weren't for her, my young master wouldn't be so desperate.
Qingfeng could never forget the look of Yun Zimo when he crawled out of the secret room.
Yun Zimo has been bright and glamorous since he was a child, but he has never looked like this before.
If you meet someone you are in love with, the young master's passionate efforts will at least receive an equal response.
Everyone knows that Wushuang is cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and enjoys playing with the young master.
Qingfeng couldn't treat her well.
Wushuang pursed her lips, glanced at Yun Zimo again, and turned around and walked out.
But Qingfeng became even more angry when he saw her walking so neatly.
Does this person have any heart?
"Where's the medicinal wine? Medicinal wine!" The medical officer shouted from the bedside.
Qingfeng glared angrily at Wushuang's back and quickly sent the medicinal wine to the medical officer's side.
The light rain was still falling. Wushuang did not go back to his tent, but stopped not far in front of Yun Zimo's tent, looking at the rain curtain headband absently.
In this world, there are actually people who would not even take their lives for themselves.
She felt as if a small insect was born in her heart, constantly gnawing at her hard-as-iron defense.
It's obviously just a small feeling that can almost be ignored, but it is full of resilience.
The layer of rusty iron in my heart seemed to begin to loosen, break, and then collapse. It shattered into pieces and was out of control.
Wushuang covered his heart with his hands, his eyes felt a little astringent, and his throat felt uncomfortable.
After a long while, she suddenly laughed and murmured: "Xiao Mo."
Don't die.
…
By the time Murong Yu cleaned up the battlefield, returned to the army, and learned about Yun Zimo's situation, it was already evening.
He went to see Yun Zimo in person.
All the wounds on Yun Zimo's body have been treated, his face is ridiculously white, and his breath is very weak.
Murong Yu asked solemnly: "How is the injury?"
"It's a bit serious." The medical officer replied cautiously: "The breast shield protected the fatal blow. The young master's other injuries were all flesh wounds, but there were too many injuries. I'm afraid it will take several days to recover before he wakes up.
"
Murong Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
If you can wake up, that's fine.
He asked about the specific injury again, ordered the best medicine for Yun Zimo, stood up and left.
When he arrived outside the tent, he was about to go back to the handsome tent, but he couldn't help but stop for a moment, and his eyes glanced at the woman in green clothes standing not far away.
It had been raining all day, and she seemed to have stood there all day, with an expressionless face and a graceful figure.
Murong Yu glanced at her and left without saying anything.
Qingfeng respectfully sent Murong Yu out, and naturally saw it. He snorted very coldly and cursed angrily: "What are you doing standing here? You want to make yourself half dead, and then wait for my young master to recover, and then you can do more trouble.