painting robbery

There are frequent wars and chaos, and all living beings are displaced.

A young woman in a yellow dress suddenly appeared, and in the plain, staggered and stumbled, walking and stopping.

Along the way, the corpse almost tripped her footsteps, half of her shoes were soaked in blood. Finally, she dragged her words and left the moon-watching plain. The blood and unconscious words were sent into the car.

After finishing this matter, if it was according to the previous plan, he should drive away quickly, but the woman in yellow tangled in place for a while, suddenly stomped her foot lightly, and ran back into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and took another knife ten times from the pile of corpses. Three were dug out.

She passed by here just now, saw that Dao Shisan was still alive, and couldn't bear to leave him behind, so she turned back to find someone.

But I didn't want that as soon as my fingers touched Dao Shisan's body, a golden wolf's head knife appeared out of thin air, and lay across his neck!

The woman in the yellow shirt stood calmly on the spot, staring at Dao Shisan who opened her eyes, and whispered after a long while:

"I saw that you came to look for daddy, there is no other meaning, just want to move you to a safer place..."

Dao Shisan looked at the woman in the yellow shirt silently, his eyes were slack, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not.

But it didn't take long before he closed his eyes, lowered his arms, and the wolf's head knife fell back to the ground. Even if he fell into a coma again, his palms firmly held the handle of the knife, and he refused to relax in the slightest.

The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help touching her neck. Although there was still a bit of coolness in her neck, the skin was not broken.She went around to the position of Dao Shisan's left hand that was not holding the sword, and did what she hadn't done before. She dragged Dao Shisan from the ground and dragged it to the carriage ahead.

Fog suddenly floated around.

It was as if a layer of veil suddenly descended on this bloody place. Although the corpses on the ground were separated from the blood by two degrees, the traces of green light wandering in the mist also made people feel uneasy.

The woman in the yellow shirt quickened her pace.

While dragging Knife Thirteen, she also saw a man panting among the corpses.

It was a short man whose entire face was covered in blood. He was wearing dusty clothes, which had now been stained purple with blood. He was hugging his broken leg and moaning uncontrollably. The woman in the yellow shirt who passed by three times called out, even her voice was as low and pleading as her appearance: "Girl, girl, save me, save me!"

There are already two injured people in the car.

The woman in the yellow shirt slowed down her pace, but she didn't stop, and ignored her, continuing to drag Dao Shisan forward.

The man paralyzed on the ground suddenly jumped forward, grabbed the skirt of the woman in the yellow shirt, and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground. After a while, his skin was torn apart: "Girl, help me, please help me, I will continue to stay." You will die here, that bastard Ye Wuxing fed the bone-corrosion poison to the people in the city, and now the people in the city have exploded, the bone-corrosion poison has turned into a ghost miasma, the longer the time, the deeper the poison, if there is no antidote, just stay In an hour, even a peerless master will be poisoned into the five viscera, and I have not practiced martial arts, but I will be burned in a moment, and I will become a dry bone!"

While the other party was speaking, there seemed to be a dull explosion among the various sounds behind him.

"But..." the woman in the yellow shirt stopped and tilted her head with a naive expression, "How do you know that Ye Wuxing did this?"

"Because, because of me..." the man murmured, "I smelled the people of Night City dragging a large cart of poison and hurried past. I thought they were using it to deal with Jie Yuan and Sui Palace. , I didn't think about it, I didn't ask much..."

Maybe there is sadness and regret for the people of Nayun City, or maybe it is just because of the pain that put my life in danger because of this moment of carelessness,

Two lines of turbid tears rolled down from his eyes, washed away the blood stains covering his face, revealing the face underneath, it was Baicaoqiu who had ruled the Maha Mountain Lord for two years!

He cried and said: "Girl, save me, please save me! I haven't found a land for my family to cultivate and rest. I can't die yet. Everyone is waiting for me. I am a doctor. I can cure you." Injury, the person in your hand was seriously injured, and also poisoned by the ghost miasma—"

The woman in the yellow shirt then made a decision.

She first dragged Dao Shisan to the carriage, then came back for the third time, and then dragged Baicao Qiu up.

When all this was done, there was another violent noise coming from the city of Nayun, but this could not change the idea of ​​the woman in the yellow shirt. She was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, heading towards the direction of the carriage amidst the heavy rain that made the sky and the earth blurred. Walking forward, the leaving figure seems to be very light.

The results of the great battle under Nayun City have not really spread throughout northern Xinjiang, but the changes in the celestial phenomena are obvious to all.

When the woman in the yellow shirt drove the carriage back to where the other courtyard was located, everything in the city changed.

There were panicked crowds everywhere on the street, and the shops on both sides were in a mess, as if they had been looted more than once, and the tents on the corners were crying and crying, or crying and crying came from everywhere.

When the carriage arrived at a pharmacy, Baicaoqiu's weak voice suddenly came from inside the carriage: "Wait, wait...Girl, go inside and find some herbs, it can detoxify!"

After finishing speaking, a blood-stained cloth strip was handed out from the carriage.

The woman in the yellow shirt took the cloth strip, took a cursory look, and quietly walked towards the unmanned medicine shop on the side of the street.

Inside the carriage, Baicaoqiu endured the pain caused by the movement, and just as she lay down again, a gleaming golden sword appeared on her neck.

He froze all over, and looked up along the hand holding the treasured sword, and saw Dao Shisan's gray pupils staring straight at him, with cold eyes: "Who is the woman outside?"

Baicaoqiu stammered: "No, no, I don't know..." He tried to speak, "She dragged you out of the pile of corpses specially, yes, someone who knew you..."

Dao Shisan remained silent, recalling the phrase "I saw you come to find Daddy" when he was half unconscious.

Is she really the daughter of Juechenren?

Dao Shisan was suspicious.

He has followed Juechen for 15 years, but he has never heard that Juechen has a daughter.

No, maybe.

After all, he doesn't know who the woman in Juechen's heart is, let alone that Jieyuan is Juechen's son.

With this in mind, all the details of the World War I resurfaced in Dao Shisan's mind again. When the image of Yuan Xiuqing's head flying up appeared in front of his eyes again, Dao Shisan felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pain was caused by the hatred and powerlessness he had never experienced in his life!

He withdrew his hand suddenly, and in the narrow compartment, a golden light flashed, and the wolf's head knife returned to his waist again.

Then he walked out through the window without saying a word, and when he left, only boundless anger and vows were ignited in his chest:

Thirteen gods kill, the enemy will not die and we will die.

My old enemy, take a step slowly, Dao Shisan will spend his whole life, vowing to kill Jieyuan!

In the carriage, Baicaoqiu breathed a sigh of relief seeing Shashen leave, when the curtain of the carriage moved slightly, and the woman in yellow who was supposed to go to the pharmacy to look for medicinal materials appeared in front of her.

The woman in the yellow shirt looked into the carriage, and said softly: "Where is the knife thirteen?"

This... Is this coming back too fast?

Baicaoqiu was a little confused, but he didn't think deeply, he just said: "He just woke up, asked who you are, and left again."

The woman in the yellow shirt let out a sigh of relief: "You can still move, it seems that there is nothing serious."

After finishing speaking, she put the big frame in her hand into the carriage, and the frame was full of medicinal materials, all of which were written on the cloth by Baicaoqiu just now.

The nose smelled the familiar smell of medicinal herbs, the car curtain was lowered again, and there was only a Taoist priest who was really in a coma beside him, and the heart that Baicaoqiu had been holding was suddenly relaxed.

He propped himself up, took two kinds of medicinal materials, rubbed the juice with his hands according to the special ratio, and squeezed it on the wound, but in the blink of an eye, the light green juice soaked into the flesh, and the bleeding that had been leaking from the wound stopped immediately, and then the flesh began to shrink , but after a while, the wide open mouth was closed into a thin slit.Then, he dismantled the two boards in the carriage, and fixed his broken leg on the boards. The series of movements were so smooth that it didn't even take time to make a cup of tea.

At this time, the soft voice of the woman in the yellow shirt came from outside: "Doctor, don't forget to treat the wounds of the injured."

"Understood, don't worry, girl." Baicaoqiu agreed, sat upright, and carefully looked at the injury of Yan Zhenci. After a careful look, he suddenly became suspicious, "This--this shouldn't be? This Taoist priest Xuan Gong Gao Shen, but after staying in the ghost miasma for a little time, how could he be so deeply affected by the ghost miasma?"

Between the ups and downs of consciousness, Yan Zhenci found that he was dreaming.

Ever since the success of Xuan Gong, such things as dreams have become a floating shadow in his memory.Even 200 years ago when he was seriously injured and dying, when he was practicing in seclusion, he fell into this kind of conscious and uncontrollable situation like now, but as the book says, "There is no armor in the mountains, and the cold will never know the year."

But it's not too bad to have a dream once in a while.

The dream of words and pillows was bumpy at first, as if you were in the water waves, and from time to time, you would be thrown into the clouds by the waves, and then fell heavily, and you always bumped into things on the way down, not a big fish Even if you hit a reef or a big fish, it’s fine, after all, it’s soft and fragrant, but the reef is not very pleasing, and it’s a hindrance to knocking people.

I don't know what happened in the middle, but it was calm for a while, and then the fine waves overlapped, no longer tossing people up and down, the reef was gone, but the big fish were gone, but for some reason, there was a little floating fragrance around , as if the big fish was still by his side, but it was just hiding mischievously.

I don't know how the fish tastes.

Words flashed in a flash.

Day and night dreams, I should eat plate fish next time, I don’t know if it is sea fish or river fish?

Immediately afterwards, the dream that entangled consciousness gradually dissipated with the awakening of the body, and everything around began to feed back to the owner through the five senses.

Yan Zhenci realized that he was put on a bed, surrounded by two people, one person was talking about poison and injury, the other person didn't talk much, only occasionally added a few sentences.But the previously vague aroma suddenly became clear.

This fragrance is very familiar, he has smelled it before, it is——

Yan Zhenci suddenly opened his eyes, and the room where he had slept overnight was reflected in his eyes.He moved his shoulders and was about to stand up, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Before he could really stand up, he coughed violently: "Ahem———"

"Taoist priest, be careful," a voice came from the side, and Baicaoqiu, who was processing medicinal materials, hurried over and said, "Taoist priest's injury is very serious, and he needs to rest quietly—"

He closed his eyes and practiced his kung fu, but as soon as he turned his body to his chest, he fell into a state of stagnation, and couldn't continue to work no matter what.

He opened his eyes again and looked at the person in front of the bed: "Who is the doctor?"

Baicaoqiu hurriedly said: "My surname is Baicaoqiu."

Yan Zhen said: "I have been poisoned, right?"

Baicaoqiu said: "That's right, the Taoist priest was hit by a ghost miasma, which is a mixture of tens of thousands of poisons..."

Words of speech: "I know ghost miasma, it is very troublesome to get on this thing, because there are too many toxins, entangled with each other, it is very difficult to dissolve. However, it also has a huge shortcoming, it is difficult to erode into the body of a warrior in a short period of time, I stayed in the ghost miasma for three to five breaths, logically speaking, it was more than just being poisoned by this poison."

Baicaoqiu cautiously said, "That's right, that's why I studied the Taoist priest's body carefully just now. I found that the reason why the Taoist priest was seriously poisoned may be..."

The words were gentle and said: "It is very likely that Jie Yuan forcibly patted the poison into the body? At that time, there was poison everywhere. With other methods, it is not difficult to do this."

Baicaoqiu didn't dare to say this name. Today's battle gave him a deep shadow, and he only said vaguely: "Since the Taoist priest understands...the Taoist priest must remember that before the poison is removed, you must not use force, otherwise the poison will enter the body." Heart, there is a risk of death."

Yan Zhenci replied casually: "I know, try not to do it."

Baicaoqiu emphasized: "It's really going to die!"

He said with a smile, "Doctor, don't worry." He changed the subject and asked what he desperately wanted to know now, "Where is the other person who saved me?"

Baicaoqiu was worried, feeling that the Taoist priest in front of him didn't understand how serious the ghost miasma that made him grimace.

But he could only answer: "Did the priest mean Miss Yuan? She's in the backyard..."

Yan Zhenci got out of bed.

He is not unfamiliar with this courtyard, but he is not familiar with it. After all, he also stayed here for one night due to injury, and went to the kitchen to look around. He didn't find anything to eat, but saw a small mirror.

The eaves of the corridor are dripping with water, the stone wall outside the corridor, the stone table under the wall, the weeds in the stone crevice, the big tree outside the stone crevice, everything is as desolate and quiet as before.

But these memories, under the surface, more memories and details were revealed one by one.

That night, he went to Jieyuan, and saw a person who looked very similar to Yinliu outside the Rage God Sect, and then he entered the killing array, and the person disappeared, but Yuan Xiuqing appeared and took him away.

Later, he stayed here for a night. It was obviously a lonely courtyard, but he saw a small mirror in the kitchen, and Jiaojiao took out a light yellow flower from the room.

Then, after the duel between Hara Sode Kiyoshi and Toshisan, what Hara Sode Kiyoshi said was "re-entrustment" and "capital".

Everything seems to point to an answer...

At the end of the corridor, I went to the backyard and saw a new tomb in the courtyard. The tomb has not yet been engraved. In front of the tomb, there is a woman in a yellow shirt kneeling on the ground. It was placed on top of the new tomb. The new tomb was not wet, but her clothes were half wet.

There was a sudden gust of wind.

The strong wind blew the umbrella in the woman's hand crookedly, and she subconsciously turned her head to hide from the rain, and that face that was very similar to the original sound stream but more gentle suddenly fell into Yan Zhenci's eyes.

This time, Yan Zhenci never misidentified men and women again.

He stood in place, Yuan Yinliu, Jie Yuan, Yuan Xiuqing, the woman in yellow shirt, all of them appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, who is real and who is fake?He was unable to make a decision for a long time, and the grief in his heart was mixed with many strange emotions because of this.Until the sound of flapping wings was heard next to her ear, Yan Zhenci turned her head and saw Jiaojiao flying over in the rain, with one mouth open, what she said was:

"Smelly Taoists and—"

Yan Zhenci answered immediately: "With whom?"

Jiaojiao folded her wings and stopped on the porch, tilting her head to look at the words: "Smelly Taoist priest, why did the bird tell you?"

Yan Zhenci sighed bitterly: "If the bird dies, it will die because of its cheap mouth." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman in the yellow shirt who came over, and said calmly, "Can the bird imitate her voice? If not , not a good bird."

Jiaojiao was furious, and immediately changed her voice, her voice was soft and gentle: "Smelly Taoist, bad Taoist, perverted Taoist——"

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The woman in the yellow shirt: "..."

The author has something to say: The woman in the yellow shirt = the original girl = the original sound stream