withered prosperity

The window of the car was broken, and the moonlight shone in through the damage.

Yan Hai was not drowsy, but sat there with his eyes half closed.

He raised his hand, and in the darkness, his blood-stained fingers trembled uncontrollably.

When facing Yue Liuyi, for a moment, he seemed to change back to his former self.

It feels really good to be able to hold everything in your hands... He laughed and choked up a lot of blood.

An arrow flew past the back of his hand, pierced into the wooden car wall with a "duh", and more windows were damaged.

He closed his eyes, and could smell the smell of blood and sharp knives lingering around him.

This smell is both familiar and unfamiliar.

He used to be very familiar, but now he is a little strange.

These years of comfortable life finally made him change.

It's as if he is lying on a carriage that is about to be shot into a honeycomb, and is protected by a half-grown child to escape. This was impossible for Yue Cuiwei in the past.

It's not that he hasn't encountered such a situation before, even in more critical times.

Not to mention those years on the island, even the days and nights when he was trapped in the sword array by Baili Gufei and his Flying Snow Twelve Swords, he had never been so devoid of fighting spirit and exhausted like this moment ...

Another arrow pierced through the car window, this time he was not so lucky, the arrow pierced straight through his shoulder and nailed him to the car wall behind him.

Hei Lang drove the car alone, and was on the way back to Beijing.

The archers chased him on horseback, and shot cold arrows at him from time to time.

In fact, he didn't want to go on the road alone at all in his heart, thinking that he would stay and help the county king and the commander fend off those men in black who came out of nowhere, but the county king gave an order, so he couldn't help but disobey.

But not long after he broke out, these archers on horseback entangled him. He could only speed up while paying attention to the horse, and he couldn't care less about the one on the cart.

After all... Not to mention that this carriage is made of high-quality wood, it can always withstand bows and arrows, but it should not be able to persist in going to Beijing just because of the amount of blood that has been vomited.

There was one thing that Hei Lang hadn't told anyone, not even his most trusted commander.

This "Mr. Yan" smelled a lot, especially now that he had added the bloody smell with a strange aroma, he smelled terrible.

In fact... if this person can die, it may not be a bad thing...

Hei Lang gritted his teeth, and whipped another sharp arrow at the horse with the whip.

Although he thought so, the king of the county told him to send him back to Shangjing to Dr. Wei, and he also agreed to the king of the county, and he would do his best to do it.

The sky was too dark, no matter how sensitive Hei Lang's five senses were, he couldn't see the tripwire clearly while speeding.

Before he realized it, the front hooves of the two horses had tripped over the ropes.

He yelled badly in his heart, and immediately cut off all the lasso loops connecting the horse and the shaft to prevent the horse and the cart from falling, and using himself as a barrier, he put his foot on the ground, and his kung fu wanted to Stop the car.

At this time, the archer who was catching up saw the timing and shot his left leg right through.

The pain aroused Hei Lang's viciousness, he raised his head to the sky and howled, and stopped the car abruptly.

After the car stopped, he didn't care about the arrow on his leg, he supported the shaft with one hand, and pulled out the knife behind him with the other hand.

The horses pulling the cart rolled around on the spot, stood up again, and ran away with a limp. The archers on horseback did not come up immediately, but cautiously surrounded them.

The black wolf knew that this was temporary, and immediately these people would surround them like vultures and devour themselves.

He gripped the handle of the knife hard, thinking that killing one would be enough money later, and he would earn money if he killed two...

But his wish was doomed not to come true.

Because in the blink of an eye after he finished thinking this way, these people were all dead.

When he reported to Murong Ji afterwards, he also said dryly, "I'm dead in the blink of an eye".

Even though Murong Ji asked repeatedly, he couldn't tell the reason.

Because he didn't see anything clearly.

All he knew was that these people suddenly fell off their horses almost at the same time, because their throats were cut, blood was sprayed everywhere, and a lot of them splashed on him, it was like falling down in mid-air A rain of blood.

Until they died, the expressions of these people did not change, as if they were completely unaware that their throats had been cut with a sword.

Hei Lang only reacted when he saw the man and the sword in his hand.

What that person was holding wasn't even the black long sword that he always carried with him, but a Gyeonggi Guards saber.

This sword is of course a good sword.

People in Gyeonggi Wei like to describe their swords as "the sky and the earth are brilliant", they just praise how bright and sharp their swords are, and they can reflect all the sinister things in the world.

They also laughed at this shameless act of boasting behind their backs, laughing at these boys and buddies who blew up their swords into mirrors, but it's a pity that even shaving their beards is useless.

But at this moment, with the sword in this person's hand, Hei Lang suddenly remembered the four words "heaven and earth are brilliant".

Then this "Heaven and Earth Brilliant" sword was casually thrown on the ground, blood slipped from the sharp sword and seeped into the soil.

Of course Hei Lang knew this man, the county king and the others called him "Xiao", he was a Western barbarian with very high martial arts.

It stands to reason that this is "one of our own", and he should feel relaxed after waiting for such expert support, but Hei Lang found that he couldn't do it.

He had already made up his mind to bury here, disregarding life and death, but when this person walked towards him, his limbs began to tremble unconsciously, and when he got closer, he would Hiding in the shadow of the carriage, I wish I could curl up on the ground and bow my head in prayer.

As for what he asked for, he couldn't tell...

But obviously, the purpose of this person is not the black wolf.

His goal was the carriage that had no horses.

Or rather, the man in the carriage.

He knew that the person he was looking for was here, in the carriage, behind this door.

Standing in front of the still closed car door, he closed his eyes and reminded himself again that no matter what he saw, he should calm down.

Yes, the smell of blood, the scent of blood...

He opened the car door.

In the moonlight, the thin young man lowered his head, and was firmly nailed to the wall of the car by a feathered arrow.

"Yan Hai." His voice was very low, like raving.

But the person who was in a coma heard it.

Yan Hai moved a bit, then opened his eyes.

He raised his head and glanced mistyly.

"Yun Ji..." After seeing clearly, he smiled and said, "You are here!"