Sha Po Lang

Chang Geng couldn't tell where there was blood between his lips and teeth, and he sipped it slightly, and it was fishy and sweet.

Ge Pangxiao only ran a few steps, and he looked as if he was about to die, but this little fat man unexpectedly knew the seriousness, and kept holding Chang Geng's sleeve tightly, so that the palms of his hands were covered with cold and sticky sweat The cleanliness Chang Geng had no time to get rid of him, the two teenagers were like two desperate cubs, baring their immature fangs with difficulty in a desperate situation.

The person at the end of the path raised his hand and raised the mask to his forehead, revealing his handsome facial features.

His cheeks were thin, and there seemed to be a shadow in his slightly sunken eye sockets, reflecting the land of the Central Plains that stretched for thousands of miles.And when his eyes fell on Chang Geng condescendingly, the meaning inside was extremely complicated, as if there was a little nostalgia, a little pride, which made him seem very human.

It's a pity that this bit of human touch is very thin, and it is still covered by deep hatred, like a red thread buried in the boundless snow outside the customs. Although it exists, it disappears in a blink of an eye.

The roar of the heavy steel armor came one after another, and the bright heavy armors fell behind the man one after another, and more than 20 barbarian heavy armors came.

There was a sound of wind from behind, Chang Geng turned his head vigilantly, someone pinned his shoulders first - it was Shen Yi in black armor who rushed over.

There were more blood stains on Shen Yi's body, and the black iron body looked even darker.

Ge Pangxiao didn't know what was going on, and his eyes almost popped out of the frame: "Shen...Mr. Shen?"

Chang Geng turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "That's the general of Xuantieying, the people around Andinghou, don't bark."

Ge Pangxiao's tongue suddenly twisted into a hemp rope, and thousands of pieces of fat all over his body stammered in unison: "An, An Dinghou!"

Shen Yi stretched out a black iron hand towards Ge Pangxiao with guilt.

That hand was as big as the boy's head, and it was still stained with blood. Ge Pangxiao instinctively closed his eyes and shrunk his neck, but the iron hand just gently held the back of his head, softer than a feather falling on his head, Not a single hair of his hair was broken.

Shen Yi blocked the two teenagers behind him, stood still, and turned to the man at the end of the path: "I heard that Prince Getu, the 'head wolf' of the Eighteenth Sirius, has a remarkable son named..."

The barbarian continued calmly: "Calai—if you call it in the Central Plains, it means 'Yinghuo'."

"My son Yinghuo, please be polite." Mr. Shen held onto the wind blade, slowly raised his iron fist and put it on his chest, following the barbarian's etiquette when he entered the country.

The prince of the barbarian asked: "Ghost crow, tell me your name."

"No one is worth a name." Shen Yi smiled, and asked in his soft, scholarly voice that sounded very reasonable. The countries have friendly relations, paying tribute to the court, and doing business with each other, and we have always been in peace with each other. I, Liang, think that I have never treated you badly, so I dare to ask you, why do you come here uninvited, and the swords and soldiers hit the unarmed people, women and children?"

Ge Pangxiao was stunned——Mr. Shen got up early in the morning and still wore a ridiculous apron, cursing around the pot. At this time, there was a row of barbarians in front of him. In his independent and dull black armor, there was a kind of motionless The trend of "thousands of people, I will go".

The barbarian prince and Shen Yi looked at each other for a moment, then snorted without smiling.

Then, his eyes fell on Chang Geng again, and he said in Daliang Mandarin with a straight accent: "I just heard from my brothers that there are people from the Black Iron Camp in the border city, and I said they were alarmist. It's true, so it seems... the other rumor is also true? The son born to the goddess who was robbed by your Central Plains emperor is really hiding here?"

Chang Geng's heart beat violently.

After looking at Chang Geng for a while, the barbarian son seemed a little unable to bear to look at him again.

The tall barbarian raised his head slightly, the sky was a bit cloudy, and the sky was covered with clouds, looking into his abyss-like eyes.He murmured to an unknown god in the sky: "I am the goddess of the Eighteenth Division of Sirius, and I am the cleanest elf on the grassland. Tianfeng will also kiss the corner of her skirt, and all creatures will want to kiss her when they see her." Bow your head, where she sings and dances, there will be herds of cattle and sheep in the coming year, the vegetation will be lush and lush, and countless flowers will bloom to the feet of Changshengtian..."

There was a strange rhythm in his voice, as if he was humming an idyll from the grassland.

"This general," said the barbarian son, "you have usurped our pastures, hollowed out the heart of the earth, and robbed our goddess, and now you come to ask me why I came. It is too unreasonable. The sages of your country are eternal, Did you teach you how to be robbers? Even in the Black Iron Camp, you are the only one here. I advise you to get out of the way, hand over that little bastard to me, and burn it to Changshengtian to atone for his sins and calm down. The resentment of a defiled goddess. I really... can't see his face!"

Ge Pangxiao's heart was in a mess all the time. Hearing this, he finally understood a few words, and hurriedly asked: "Brother, the little he said...cough, is it you?"

Chang Geng said dumbly, "Can you say a few words less?"

"Your Majesty said so..." Shen Yi shook his head helplessly, "It's true that the villain complained first, anyway, it's not interesting for you and me to trace the cause of the Northern Expedition 14 years ago, so just fight if you want."

His words fell to the ground like iron nails, and the low walls on both sides of the narrow alley were flattened by those heavy armors that were higher than the top of the wall. Chang Geng and the others surrounded him.

Shen Yi unloaded a dagger from his body and handed it to Chang Geng: "Your Highness, be careful."

Mr. Shen spoke politely, but his hands were dark. Before he could finish a word, he had already acted preemptively.

A nearly ten-foot-long steam spewed out from the back of Xuanjia, and the wind cutter in his hand screamed and popped out like a bright whirlwind. With a sweep of his hand, the three barbarian warriors closest to him were caught off guard, and the golden box in his heart was at the same time. It was crushed and immediately locked in place by the heavy armor.

The barbarian son let out a loud shout, and rushed over at the head of the soldiers, bringing with him a sultry and scorching wind.

Shen Yi went up to him without hesitation, and shouted at Chang Geng and Ge Pangxiao at the same time: "Run!"

The mysterious armor of Xuantieying is exquisite, but it is too exquisite-it is said that a set of mysterious armor is more than 40 catties lighter than ordinary heavy armor. Raising the Wind Cutter, he managed to withstand the opponent's thunder-like impact, but the whole person was forced to step back.

The two heavy armor wrestled, and the surrounding low walls, courtyards, stone houses... and even the big trees that hugged each other were not spared, and fell down in a hurry.

The barbarian son shouted: "Leave that little bastard!"

Several heavily armored barbarians moved in response to the sound, and the snow-white steam flew around, intercepting the two teenagers with a total of three legs.

In front of Chang Geng Hengjian's chest, one leg couldn't bear the strength at all, so he had to hang limply to one side.His chest was pounding, his heart seemed about to explode, and his face was full of eerie childishness. The wolf nature hidden deep in his blood was forced out when he stared fiercely at the barbarian warrior—let alone whether the so-called "goddess" was His confusing mother, even if it is, what kind of anecdote is burning his son to pay homage to his mother?

Ge Pangxiao wiped his nose, and asked in a daze among the hustle and bustle of dust: "Brother, you are really 'His Royal Highness', isn't that developed?"

Chang Geng: "What a fart, I've admitted the wrong person - I'm going to die, why don't you run away?"

Ge Pangxiao raised his chest: "I won't run, I want to follow my elder brother... Ah, mother!"

Two barbarians rushed forward, one from the left and the other from the right, and Ge Pangxiao, who was still talking boldly just now, was grabbed alive by one of them, and lifted him over his head, trying to throw him to death.

That Ge Pang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, his limbs fluttered around like a dying puppy, and he hugged the branch of the big tree next to him. In the front line of life and death, he erupted with inhuman strength, and even hung himself on the tree.

It's a pity that although he is not human, his pants are still a piece of ordinary cloth, which was torn off with a "squeak".

I don't know if Ge Pangxiao was quick-witted or out of fear, seeing his pants were killed in battle, he took advantage of the opportunity to pour some boy's urine, and poured it all over the heavily armored barbarian's face.

The barbarian even pushed up the mask and caught it straight, without wasting anything.

The barbarian was so angry that he roared angrily on the spot, and swept his iron fist to kill the brat, but suddenly lost control of his feet. It turned out that Chang Geng dodged the enemy's gap, took advantage of him to stand still, aimed at the place, and pierced the dagger into the steel cunningly. in the seams of the legs.

The dagger is worthy of being produced by Xuantieying, it is extremely sharp, and cut off the side of the steel armor leggings, the barbarian lost his balance and fell to his knees, blocking his companion impartially, and Ge Pang jumped up to the treetop like a monkey , lightly came over the eaves and walls, bravely picked up the bricks on the wall next to him, and shouted at Chang Geng: "Brother, get out of the way!"

White mist sprayed out from under Chang Geng's feet, before he could stand up in time, he let the steel legs drag him a few feet away from the ground, and then a big stone fell in response, hitting the barbarian's helmet. It is the lingering sound that lingers on the beam for three days.

Ge Pangxiao: "Pick off the young master's pants, you bastards, let you take off the young master's pants!"

Chang Geng was covered in dirt, and was about to struggle to stand up on one leg, when suddenly the back of his neck tightened, and a huge iron hand descended from the sky, lifting him up.

Chang Geng subconsciously touched the iron wrist buckle, but the barbarian didn't allow him to use his strength at all, and wanted to slap him against the wall on the spot.

Shen Yiji, who was entangled by the son of a barbarian, was beyond his reach——

At this moment, there was a sharp neighing sound, and a brilliant iron arrow pierced across the sky like a bamboo, directly nailing the barbarian who had captured Chang Geng to the low wall through the thick steel plate.

The low wall couldn't bear the weight of the heavy armor, so it collapsed. Chang Geng sat down in the ruins in embarrassment. He heard a piercing eagle cry from the sky. The black shadow hovered in the air, condescendingly enveloping the eighteen iron men of the barbarian sons within the range of the long bow and iron arrow.

The prince of the barbarian suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening: "Xuanying!"

A person not far away replied: "Isn't it? Long time no see. Xuantie Sanbu asks His Royal Highness how he is well."

That voice was so familiar that Chang Geng's whole body trembled. He knelt in the ruins of stone bricks and rubble, and looked in disbelief at the man in light armor and on a royal horse.

The man was wearing the lightest armor, which was specially used for riding horses. His whole body weighed no more than thirty catties, and it was also called "light fur".

He didn't wear a mask, and even the helmet was casually held in his hand, revealing a face that had strayed into Chang Geng's dream, the cinnabar moles at the corners of his eyes were scorching red.

Ge Pangxiao squatted on the wall and swayed, almost fell headlong, pinched his thigh fiercely: "Mother... aren't you my sixteenth uncle?"

"Yes, nephew," "Shen Shiliu" galloped forward indifferently, as if the enemy was completely out of his sight, he arrogantly pulled out a wind cutter from his waist, and pushed the barbarian's body away, Turning back to Ge Pang who was on the wall, he scolded with a small smile, "Little bastard, you should find a leaf to cover yourself while walking birds in the street."

Ge Pangxiao hastily stretched out his hand to cover it shyly.

But Chang Geng stared at him steadfastly, forgetting where he was for a moment.

"Shen Shiliu" met his gaze, got off the horse, bent slightly, and handed Chang Geng a hand: "Minister Gu Yun, it's too late for help."

Volume [-] Northern Geese Don't Return