Between the clouds, as deep as the sea

The little brat gritted his teeth, and the point of the arrow left a trail of blood on Ling Han's neck.

He had already sensed the disparity in strength between himself and the two on the opposite side, and he thought that taking a hostage would make the other party mess up, and he might find a way to take down the two, but unexpectedly, this step was miscalculated.

He restrained Ling Han and backed away slowly, thinking that Huang Jie said "If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood", he is at a disadvantage, and he probably won't gain any advantage if he makes a rash move, so why don't he grab this one in his hand first, and torture the wolf out of it? The details of the clan and the ice monster, it will not be too late to kill them back.

The little brat was thinking about his wish, but within a few steps, a sharp edge hit his back.

He turned around in astonishment, only to see countless arrows hanging in the air behind him, all of them were crystal clear, but they also showed their sharpness. Although they were only quietly hanging in the air at the moment, the little boy who is good at using bows knew that That's just the last charge before the full string.

There was an increasingly cold breath flowing in the air, and the little kid stared at Huan opposite him, feeling angry and fearful at the same time.

He had been keeping an eye on this person just now, but he didn't find any signs of driving his spiritual power.In the space where fire-type spells have been released, the ice element is minimal, but he was able to gather such a powerful ice and snow power in an unfavorable environment, creating such a net, which shows that his strength is unfathomable.

The Frost Arrow behind him got a little closer, and the little kid couldn't retreat.

Huan's eyes were covered under the hood, only to see him moving his uncurved lips and uttering two words:

"Let go."

The tone is calm, but there is no doubt about it.The little kid is completely convinced that if he doesn't do it, a thousand arrows will pierce his heart in the next second.

At this time, Ling Han was also crying silently in his heart. He tried his best to act as a puppet and let the little kid manipulate him. He didn't even dare to breathe too much, for fear of provoking the little kid to do something radical. Displeased the big dog, just shot them both into holes.

The two sides were deadlocked for a while, and Huan repeated coldly:

"Let go."

Ling Han felt that the hand holding him was loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and tangled back and forth for several rounds. The little brat seemed to have decided to give up for the time being after a fierce ideological struggle.He let go of his hand and pushed Ling Han forward forcefully.

Ling Han, who escaped from danger, didn't even look behind him, and Sa Yazi ran to the opposite side. The chill in the air gradually dissipated, and Huan released the suppression of ice and snow.

Seeing that everyone was happy, everyone went back to their homes, but when Ling Han was about to return to the friendly camp, Hua Yang, who had been silent all this time, put his hand on the hilt of the fiery knife.

Seeing this scene, Ling Han wanted to turn around to remind the little kid that it was too late, the flames on the blazing knife suddenly exploded, the blade tore through the remaining cold air, turned into a thunderbolt and attacked the little kid who was about to leave.

There was no time to react, the blazing knife had already slashed at the top of the little kid's head, and a strand of his hair was ignited by the turbulent red flame. At such a close distance, it was impossible to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, and the little kid was probably also startled. He actually made a silly gesture of covering his head with both hands.

Just at the very moment, a clear sound came from his waist, as ethereal and melodious as Xiao's voice, but it lacked Xiao's softness and was a little more rough.

Under the sudden music, Hua Yang's movements became slow, and the air seemed to turn into a stagnant swamp, making it difficult for those trapped in it to move.

A black shakuhachi floated from the kid's waist to his lips, looking at the automatic playing shakuhachi, the little kid's eyes were also full of surprise.He rolled over to avoid the sharpness of the hot knife, held the shakuhachi, and played the music just now.

Shakuhachi resembles Xiao but not Xiao, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the tone is more desolate and vast.It's just that the little boy's playing skills are obviously not up to standard, his voice fluctuates up and down, and he plays a simple and elegant tune very rough.

Hua Yang, who was restrained, held the handle of the knife tightly. Although his steps were slow, the anger in his eyes became more and more intense. The little kid didn't dare to stop playing, and he couldn't go far. can cut him to death.

Although Ling Han didn't know much about Yun Jian Kingdom's pursuit of the wolf clan, but no matter what kind of enmity there was, that little brat was only a half-grown child, Hua Yang's vengeance was really too much.He pulled La Huan and said:

"Big dog, go and stop your brother, it's too unreasonable for the three of us to bully a child."

After pulling for a long time, that hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties. Ling Han was stunned for a moment, and his mind returned to the ugly tune beside his ear, only to realize that Huan was also controlled by the music.

Another out-of-tune high-pitched sound rang out around the fingers, and there was a crisp crane cry in the air, and then more and more calls followed one after another as if responding, and white shadows appeared from among the clouds.

Ling Han straightened his neck and looked at the sky, he didn't notice that Huanzheng was struggling to raise and lower his legs, like a clumsy sloth, he approached Ling Han bit by bit, protecting him behind him.

The white shadows gradually became clear. They were countless white cranes descending from the sky. They hovered over the courtyard and the forest. The wings of each were close to two meters, and the thick wings completely blocked the sunlight from the sky.

The little kid at the bottom shouted excitedly: "Sister Huang!" Ling Han looked at the snow-white bird bellies and feathers all over the sky above his head, wondering who he was calling, when he saw a splinter sticking out from the air. With a black beak, it snatched away the little kid in the blink of an eye.

A group of cranes flapped their wings and landed, and the whole courtyard flew sand and stones. An exceptionally "strong" white crane landed first, and on its back stood an equally "strong" warrior. The three people on the ground shouted loudly like a bell:

"Bold and monstrous, dare to offend the prince of my Yunjian country!"

One after another, white cranes fell, and a heavily armed warrior stood on it. For a while, "Chasing the Waves and Flying Flowers" was surrounded by layers of white cranes. A young girl in a bright yellow dress with fluttering wide sleeves, pearls and jade on the temples, and a white jade crane hanging on the nobile, with a little red on the top of the crane, lifelike.

She embraced a guqin, the jet-black body of the qin was radiant, but a corner was missing at the end.The little boy was carefully placed next to the girl by the white crane holding him in his mouth. He glanced at the girl guiltyly, then lowered his head, and kept scanning the missing corner of the guqin with his peripheral vision.

The girl's complexion was very ugly. Before coming here, she had thought of ten thousand ways to deal with this ignorant brat, but when she got in front of her, she didn't know what to say, so she just said coldly:

"You know, one day you will piss me off."

After finishing speaking, he put the guqin into the little boy's arms, and said: "If Heyou hadn't cut off the body of the qin and made the shakuhachi for you back then, I'll see how you can get away today!"

The little boy Zhizhi gently stroked the body of the piano, and the strings trembled, making a gentle sound.

The girl turned around and looked condescendingly at the three people who almost hurt Chizhi. The leading "strong" warrior clasped his fists at her, bowed his head and said:

"Princess Xiao, please issue an order."

"Kill it." The girl flicked her sleeves, her posture was elegant, but the words she spit out were not warm.

The warriors in charge drew out their weapons one after another, and there was a sound of swords being unsheathed in the courtyard. The swordsmen in the inner circle jumped off the ground and formed a sword array, and the archers in the outer circle rode the white cranes to rise into the air, sealing every gap. within range.

Ling Han looked at Huan and Hua Yang beside him. Ever since that Zhang Qin appeared, their actions have become more difficult. Hua Yang's hands trembled faintly, as if he could hardly hold his own weapon, and Huan's condition was not much better. Go, just walk a few steps, sweat dripped down the cheeks.

Among the three, only Ling Han was able to move freely, but for a scumbag with a five-point combat effectiveness, he couldn't count on fighting or running, so he decided to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and finally struggled.

He shouted at the "White Crane Legion" who were sharpening their knives:

"Hey, hey, I'm Si Lingjun, the priest of your Yunjian Kingdom, Si Lingjun, see clearly, they are all of us, don't accidentally hurt him, hey!!!"

But Ling Han shouted his throat and no one paid any attention to him. A warrior in heavy armor is like a machine without a soul, waiting for the command of the officer to start killing.

Princess Xiaozhi drove the white crane back to the end of the formation. The guqin was trembling in Zhizhi's arms. Zhizhi stroked the body of the piano and said softly:

"Youyou, don't worry, we'll be back right away."

But the Guqin moved more and more violently, and fell out of Zhizhi's arms uncontrollably.

The pitch-black body of the piano was shrouded in a halo, and it floated lightly past the heavily surrounded white cranes and warriors, before stopping in the air before Ling Han's eyes.

The halo pulled away from the body of the qin and rose up. The qin fell to the ground as if it had lost its life, and a figure as light as a cloud of smoke emerged.

The transformed man was dressed in plain gray clothes, and his long black hair was tied up loosely with a wooden hairpin.This noble man bowed deeply to Ling Han, the surroundings were stunned, even Xiaozhi and Zhizhi who rushed over were also stunned.

"Youyou, you, what are you doing?"

Zhizhi wanted to help the man in gray, but in a moment of panic, he forgot that he was just an untouchable phantom.The man pointed to Zhizhi's hand, asked him to spread his palm, and then used his fingers to write stroke by stroke on Zhizhi's palm.

Zhizhi opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and Xiaozhi also saw what was written beside her. She looked at Ling Han, then at the man, and asked cautiously:

"This person is really Si Lingjun who died 500 years ago."

The man nodded.

Seeing that the turning point was coming, Ling Han hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, pointing to the man in gray and adding:

"You may not believe it, this Qin Xian, he is my shikigami who has been lost for many years."