Travel thousands of miles in my life

"Report, there are not many people in sight."

"They are bound to run outside, chase!"

In the secluded and deep corner, three breaths of different depths overlapped.There were some messy footsteps outside from time to time, and the two of them relaxed after those people passed by.

"What should we do now?" Gu Ping slowly slid down against the wall, clutching his heart tightly, suppressing his shortness of breath.The body gradually began to heat up, and cold sweat broke out on the back and forehead-this was the prelude to the coming pain.He didn't dare to push it too far, so he hurriedly tore off a piece of cloth in the darkness and bit it tightly in his mouth.

"Let's look at him first...he..." Yan Wuxin was a little flustered, he didn't have time to think about other issues, he helped the unconscious young man on the ground with trembling hands, and waited until he could see the man's face clearly with the faint light After that, the extremely tight string in his head suddenly snapped.

The man's breath stopped suddenly, he stared blankly at the strange yet somewhat familiar face, and murmured whether it was ecstasy or disappointment: "He's not——not Wen Shuqiu."

"What's the matter?" Enduring the pain, the young man poked his head over and took a look, "Sexual image, it's not as white as Brother Wen."

"Really?" Yan Wuyi glanced thoughtfully at the young man on the ground and said, "The most important thing now is to find him."

After he calmed down, the man heard the young man's gasping, and immediately stretched out his hands to seal his big holes, "If I'm not wrong, you brother Wen must have an antidote."

"Why do you see that?" Gu Ping's breathing became more and more rapid. There seemed to be a big hand in his stomach, pulling his intestines fiercely and twisting them together. hold on.Suddenly he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and before the boy could concentrate on looking at it, his eyes darkened and he fainted to the ground.

"Adults, children don't have to worry about it." The man didn't realize that there was something wrong with knocking out the young man, and said helplessly, "Thinking too much can easily make you grow taller."

Hearing the breathing of the comatose young man began to become rapid, he knew that he was about to wake up, so he stepped forward and patted his cheek lightly, "Hey, wake up, wake up."

The young man lying on the ground opened a pair of chaotic eyes, surrounded by pitch-black darkness, he sat up abruptly, and wanted to yell out in horror, but his mouth was covered before he could open his mouth.

"Don't make a sound." A low voice sounded, and the young man nodded quickly. He understood the reason why people have to bow their heads under the eaves. He followed the voice and glanced back. He couldn't see anything clearly, he could only see roughly. to a contour.

Seeing that the young man didn't intend to speak out, Yan Wuwu put down his hand, and heard the man say in a trembling voice: "Okay, good man, spare me, I'm just a poor teacher, I really have no money."

"Don't worry, I'm not a horse thief, and I don't want money." Yan Wuwu was stunned for a moment, and smiled.

"No, no, no, no, no money? I'm a man, and he's even more colorless!" The young man's voice trembled even more, and he seemed to have misunderstood deeply, "Young hero is so wise and powerful, there must be no shortage of women's admiration—ah !"

"Let's talk about these things later," Yan Wuwu lifted him up amidst the young man's low cry, and grabbed the young man's belt with the other hand, and rushed out of the tight corner, "Hurry up!"

The weight of both of them was stacked on the man's body, but his footwork was not chaotic, and he was still as fast as the wind.It's just that he took two people with him, the target was too big, and he was discovered as soon as he stepped out of the corner.A few short arrows were shot towards the direction of the three of them, Yan Wuwu freed one hand to block the arrows with a hatchet.In order to prevent the two people from being shot in the back, he stepped on his foot and climbed onto the beam with his strength.

"They are here!"

"Go left!"

The beams are deeper than the dim corridors, and the darkness seems to never end.He noticed that there were several people following him, and immediately frowned.

Messy voices passed by below, and thirty or forty people were running in the narrow corridor with torches in hand, splitting and converging at each branch.At this time, the young man's complexion was pale and white, and he realized his situation. He has fallen into the wolf's den!

Both of them are not light weight, Yan Wuwu has to rest for a while even when his strength is infinite.Once on the beam, he put down the two of them and listened carefully to the voices of the pursuers.

"I'll deal with them," he stuffed the hatchet into the young man's hand, pointed to the young man next to him and said in a low voice, "Protect him, don't be found out."

"Uh... this big brother, I don't know martial arts." The young man made a bitter face, and fumbled for the hatchet.His hand sank as the knife fell. The young man had never even killed a chicken before, let alone killed someone with a knife.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know martial arts, as long as someone comes to swing the knife." The footsteps of those people gradually approached, and Yan Wuwu didn't want to persuade him any more, and only slightly urged: "As long as you support me."

After he finished speaking, he got up and galloped in one direction, leaving only the young man standing there with a face full of tears.

Not many people came, only two or three, but the men could tell from their brisk steps that these people were all good at Ghost Face.

Yan Wuwu clenched his fists tightly, his strong muscles and internal strength made his heart feel full, and he began to feel a wave of hot blood rushing to his head, and the fighting spirit rolled violently in his chest.

Those people were gradually approaching, and he could already smell the disgusting stench from them tainted by the blood of innocent people, Yan Wuxin stopped moving forward, his footwork slowed down slowly, and finally stood still At a place far enough away from the two people he was protecting.

At this moment, the man who had not moved all this time suddenly raised his hand to block a small dart that shot from the side. He reached forward with his palm, grabbed one man's collar and threw it out. There was a loud muffled sound on the ground.Seeing this, the other two rushed forward, vowing to take down the man who dared to break into the death spot.

Yan Wuxin's movements did not see any delay, in the darkness there was only a flash of snow light, and there was a clang, someone drew out the sword, the man gave a cold snort, changed his footwork, crossed the sword and hit the back of the man with his backhand straight to the heart, that The servant was so beaten that he wanted to vomit blood, and the knife in his hand was dangling and he couldn't hold it steadily.The other man didn't care about his companion's safety, so he took this opportunity to rush forward. He held two long thorns in his hand, and with a strong thrust, he pierced his companion who was blocking the way.

"It's so cruel!" Yan Wuwu's brows were completely cold, his palm was surrounded by a layer of strong internal force, and he was holding the sharp point tightly at this moment, but he didn't see any injuries.That palm was like cast iron, tightly gripping the thorn, and the man in gray couldn't take a step forward.The man with the long thorn was impatient, and his subordinates immediately stirred it vigorously.There are many small spiral spines on the tip of the thorns, if they are stirred up, it is not a problem to make people's skin bruised.

The man knows what the man's plan is, how can he let him do what he wants?He pulled it hard, and the long thorn came off his hand, it was still stained with the blood of the man in gray, and it was still dripping blood when he took it into his hand.

"This is your companion's blood." Yan Wuwu rubbed the blood on his fingertips, raised his eyes and asked, "Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

The man was wounded by his overflowing internal force, he held his chest and coughed blood and said, "What is guilt? Why should I be guilty? I only know that as long as I catch you and send you to the Supreme Master, I can surpass everyone."

His voice was hoarse, and there was a faint smile in his words, as if he was talking about something extremely pleasant.

Yan Wuwu looked at him steadfastly, as if he was looking at an evil ghost crawling up from hell.There was a fire in his eyes flickering, and he looked at the little blood, and suddenly felt absurd. For the purpose, he can treat everyone as a victim, and he will not hesitate to let the blood flow like a river under his feet?

Seeing that he seemed to be in a daze, the man thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of it. With one hand, he put the long thorn across his chest, and with the other hand, he grabbed the man.Yan Wuwu's face was cold and serious, he didn't dodge or evade, the inner force secretly gathered in his palm, five feet, four feet, three feet, the distance was getting closer and closer, he seized the right moment and blasted out with his palm.

That Xuqing palm hit the man's waist and abdomen, and Yan Wuwu heard the sound of bones breaking clearly.

Dang bang.

On the quiet beam of the house, the sound of the long thorn falling to the ground was very clear and audible.The gray-clothed killer knelt on the ground with a plop, and fell slowly.

"I have killed tens of thousands of people, and now I cannot escape death, hahaha!" He laughed presumptuously and frivolously.

Yan Wuxin stepped forward, the killer closed his eyes and waited for the imminent death.Unexpectedly, the man just picked up the long thorn that fell on the ground, and did not move him at all.

"Why don't you kill me and cut the weeds and roots?" He forced himself up, looked at the figure that didn't look back, and asked inexplicably.

"It's useless."

The man just waved his hand and said something inexplicable.

Yan Wuxin sank down like water all the way, and when he returned to the hiding place of the two, the young schoolteacher jumped up excitedly and anxiously after seeing the man: "That child, he has a high fever!"

Yan Wuxin's breath was stagnant, and all the previous messy thoughts were thrown away in his mind, and he ran forward in three steps in two steps, and carefully helped the boy to check.

"I don't know what's going on, he suddenly seemed to be stunned," the young man was worried, "kept rolling and talking nonsense, 'It hurts', 'I want to die', 'Help me' What should I do, will he die?" At this point, the young man's voice was trembling a little, because the boy's illness just now seemed too terrifying.

"Don't worry, he won't die." The man said calmly, softly and cruelly: "He will live a long life."

The author has something to say:

A few days ago, a friend asked me about why Gong didn't kill people.

I want to say that everything begins with a beginning. It is very easy for Lao Yan to kill a person, but what happens after killing a person?When encountering something that cannot be solved, subconsciously, he will want to solve it by killing people.How convenient it is to kill people, as long as the follow-up is dealt with, wouldn't it be all over?However, what I want to write is not a person who uses violence to control violence, because this will never bring real peace.I don't want to write a world where the main character kills if they don't agree with each other, it's not logical 233333.