Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Yan Qiaotian never thought that the not-so-deep valley would make him fall for a long time. Fortunately, he stepped on the cliff next to him from time to time, which made him fall to the ground without feeling anything strange.

The bottom of the valley was dark without any light. He took out a fire pocket from his sleeve, lit it and called softly, "Wu Fuqian, are you there?"

There was an empty echo around him, but Wu Fuqian's voice was not heard.

Yan Qiaotian couldn't help but feel weird, the man was bound hands and feet, if he fell to his death, there would be a corpse, why is there no corpse or even blood at the bottom of the valley at this time, and Wu Fuqian also disappeared.

Yan Qiaotian looked at the situation at the bottom of the valley. There were wet rocks under his feet, occasionally with light green moss, which was very slippery. There were also traces of damp on the edge of the cliff beside him, which felt a bit cold to the touch.

"Wu Fuqian..." Yan Qiaotian murmured after looking around.

The empty valley bottom made Yan Qiaotian feel a deep sense of fear. After looking around, he finally found a very secret cave at the entrance of a cave covered by strange plants. Although he hesitated, he had no choice but to leave. Going into the cave, he believed that Wu Fuqian would never disappear for no reason.

There was the sound of pattering water in the cave, and a creepy ding-dong sound in this lonely cave.

Yan Qiaotian carefully held the torch and walked forward step by step.

There was no light in the cave, and he didn't know where he would go. He only knew that now he just wanted to find Wu Fuqian, tell him what was in his heart, and save this man who was extremely important to him.

Yan Qiaotian himself didn't know how long he had been walking, he just felt that his feet became more slippery, and there were still some shallow slip marks, water stains gradually appeared in the small pits under his feet, and the further he walked, the water The more he accumulated, finally, Yan Qiaotian saw a ray of light, although it was very faint, but it excited his already desperate mood, he hurriedly extinguished the fire that was about to burn out, and raised his foot towards the Jump to the light.

When she jumped closer, Yan Qiao realized that she had walked into a desolate and desolate small canyon.

It should be the sun at this time, but there is only a small ray of sunlight that can shine into the canyon. It was the sunlight that reflected at the entrance of the cave, shining faintly on the water stains on the ground.

Yan Qiaotian looked up at the sky, except for a small mountain pass above his head, there was no place connected to the outside world. Yan Qiaotian inspected the surroundings unconvinced, and it was indeed a closed canyon, and that No matter how good the lightness kung fu is, he will never jump up the high hole.

Just when Yan Qiaotian was feeling desperate, there was a slight movement in a pile of withered grass not far from him. Withered Grass went.

He gently pushed aside the withered grass with the Qing Ming Sword, and a familiar face came into his eyes, who else would that person be if it wasn't Wu Fuqian?

Yan Qiaotian immediately put away the sword, then stepped forward to hug the unconscious Wu Fuqian, and asked softly, "How are you doing?"

Wu Fuqian slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Yan Qiaotian, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, then he tilted his head and passed out.

The bottom of the canyon was extremely wet, and there was only this piece of dry grass that could still lie on it, so Yan Qiaotian gently placed Wu Fuqian on the dry grass, then picked up a dead branch from his side, and pulled it out with the Qing Ming Sword. A hole, and then went to catch some water, carefully poured it into Wu Fuqian's mouth.

When he was feeding Wu Fugan to drink water, he found that the back of Wu Fugan's head seemed to be hit, and at this moment, blood was gurgling out.

Yan Qiaotian tore off his coat, and helped Wu Fuqian to bandage the wound very gently. When he finished everything, there was no sunlight at the bottom of the valley, and the surroundings became dark again. Yan Qiaotian looked up at the people around him. Desolate, suddenly an idea came to mind.

He jumped up easily, and broke off all the withered branches around him. Although it was a bit damp, it should be no problem to ignite it. Although the dry grass around him was scarce now, as long as he used it a little, he could ignite it. These wet branches, I believe that after being lit, the thick smoke will rise very high, maybe it will be seen by my subordinates, or Wu Fuqian's subordinates, in that case, I and him can be saved.

Soon Yan Qiaotian ignited the wet branches, which not only brought light to himself, but also ignited thick black smoke, which slowly floated into the sky.

After doing all this, Yan Qiaotian breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the edge of the stream, drank two mouthfuls of cold water, and then came to Wu Fugan's side again.

The bottom of the valley without sunlight seemed extremely cold. Fortunately, there were still things to make fire at this time, but Yan Qiaotian looked around at the withered branches and couldn't help sighing secretly. He hoped that these things could support others when they found them, otherwise He really didn't know if he and he could get through it.

It's easy for Yan Qiaotian to endure it by himself, but this Wu Fuqian, the eldest son of the Aotianmen, who is used to enjoying life, can he survive with himself?

By the time Wu Fuqian woke up, it was already the time when the sun had reached the bottom of the valley the next day. Yan Qiaotian tidied up the damp hay and put it under the sun. The mist slowly rose and flew upwards slowly.

"Hmm..." Wu Fuqian woke up leisurely. He unconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his head. When he touched the wrapped clothes, he opened his eyes, and it was Yan Qiaotian's anxious pair of eyes that caught his eyes. eyes.

Wu Fuqian sat up in surprise, took two quick steps back, and said, "You... who are you?"

Yan Qiaotian originally thought that Wu Fugan's mind was not clear because he had just woken up, so he stepped back and said, "Yan Qiaotian, the leader of Qingyun Club."

Wu Fuqian's eyes gradually shrank, he stared at Yan Qiaotian's face, and asked tentatively: "Are you Yan Qiaotian, the leader of Qingyun Society?"

"Wu Fuqian, take a good look at me, I'm Yan Qiaotian." Seeing that Wu Fuqian's expression was not fake, Yan Qiaotian gradually felt a little uneasy.

Wu Fuqian didn't continue to say anything to Yan Qiaotian, but raised his hand and rushed towards Yan Qiaotian.

His moves were fatal, and he tried his best, as if he wanted Yan Qiaotian's life.

While avoiding his attack, Yan Qiaotian argued, "What's wrong with you, I'm Yan Qiaotian, I'm Xiao Lang."

"Hmph, I don't care about you, Xiaolang Dalang. In short, you are Yan Qiaotian and you must take your life." Wu Fuqian said excitedly, the strength in his hands still did not decrease.

"why?"

"Because you killed my mother."