In the dim night not far away, a few vague figures suddenly appeared, flying down the collapsed cliff.
The whooshing sound of the wind sounded.
It's the sound of Qinggong passing through the air.
The surroundings were completely silent. Meng Wenhao also vaguely heard the sound of movement and wondered: "Is the wind blowing?"
He turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw that the trees were completely silent, with no sound of leaves rustling in the wind.
A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Meng Wenhao's back before he could speak.
Xiao Lingyue stood up suddenly, holding the dagger firmly in her hand.
It was pitch black for hundreds of meters.
Only a bonfire was lit in front of them, and the wood burned cracklingly, like an eye-catching target.
It was too late to put out the fire.
The figure on the cliff had obviously seen the light of the fire. He leaped down with Qinggong and quickly approached.
Xiao Lingyue still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe the secret guards around Zhan Beihan had come.
The bonfire crackled and exploded.
In the flickering firelight, a flash of knife light flashed.
The hope in Xiao Lingyue's heart was shattered silently, and then her eyes were cold: "It's you!"
The three surviving men in black came with knives and stopped not far away. The men in black behind them half hugged and half hugged a skinny old man who was covered in blood and looked miserable. When he raised his head, he revealed a terrifying look on his face.
scar.
It's Gong Yangqian.
He's not dead yet!
Xiao Lingyue saw that Gong Yangqian's shoulder was covered with blood, tightly tied with cloth strips, and his arms were hanging down weakly. The blood kept flowing down his fingers to the ground, and soon formed a small pool of blood.
Such a large amount of blood loss means that the injury is extremely serious. Could it be Zhan Beihan?
Gong Yangqian is already quite old, and he is also a scholar with no martial arts skills. He is able to endure serious injuries until now, and his life is really tough.
His face was pale, his eyes were black and blue, and his face full of scars looked inhuman. His eyes were staring straight at the unconscious Zhan Beihan, and he gave a nervous hoarse sneer:
"I knew... King Yi would not die so easily! It took so much effort to save half of your life... How could I be willing to not see you die with my own eyes?!"
This time when he came to Northern Qin, Gong Yangqian issued a military order.
If he couldn't kill Zhan Beihan, he wouldn't have to go back to Nanyan. Going back would mean death.
If you want to save your life, you have to sacrifice Zhan Beihan's life!
Therefore, Gong Yangqian had to see his body with his own eyes before he would be willing to do it. Even if he was seriously injured and dying, he would not give up.
Xiao Lingyue said coldly: "Don't worry, Zhan Beihan won't die even after you die! You actually came to me to give me your head. I'm so grateful to you!"
As soon as Meng Wenhao saw the man in black appearing, he was so frightened that he quickly picked up the little boy, hid behind Xiao Lingyue, and stayed with Zhan Beihan.
The atmosphere was tense for a moment.
The three men in black looked at Xiao Lingyue with ferocious looks. Without Gong Yangqian's order, they did not take action for a moment.
They are the dead soldiers who were left on the top gap.
Originally there were more than a dozen people, but Zhan Beihan killed most of them, and now there are only three of them left.
Gong Yangqian's cold and strange eyes rolled, as if he had just seen Xiao Lingyue: "You're not dead?"
Xiao Lingyue sneered.
"It seems that King Yi has some friendship with you. He jumped down to save you, right? No wonder he was seriously injured like this... Hehe, that's fine!" Gongyang Qian weakly laughed twice.
"A woman is easier to deal with than King Yi!" Popular 『』 This chapter has been completed!