Lang Jun is coming

Pei Lian moved suddenly, the visitor was unprepared, he was kicked in the chest, kicked more than ten steps away and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

He clutched his chest and couldn't help coughing up bloody foam from his throat. He only felt a throbbing pain in his breastbone, which should be a broken rib.

But after all, it is a trained person, and this injury can only be regarded as commonplace.The moment he fell to the ground, he gritted his teeth and stood up, and the dagger in his hand stabbed fiercely at the two people opposite him again.

The assassin's movements are full of strength, but they can be clumsy.Pei Lian had already stood up just now.He moved slightly, sideways brushing against the dagger against the clothes on his chest, and took advantage of the momentum with his left hand to firmly hold the assassin's dagger-holding wrist, immobilizing him.The stalemate lasted for a short breath, and the right hand formed a fist and hammered hard at the opponent's eye socket.

The visitor didn't expect that the pampered civil servant in the capital would have a skill, and he suffered from the disadvantage of underestimating the enemy, but his strength was indeed weak.A normal punch would result in bruises around the eyes at most.But Pei Lian was still wearing a protruding emerald ring on his finger, and the assassin's eye sockets were bleeding immediately, and he cried out in pain from his throat.

Xu Shi's movement in the room was a bit loud, and the sound of "rusting" tiles immediately sounded above the heads of the three of them.

Song Yiqing lifted the quilt and got up, except for the hat, all the clothes were intact.He quietly stroked the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and looked up at the roof together with Pei Lian.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, there were more than ten people at least.The mastermind behind it is really willing to pay.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I've been waiting here for a long time."

Pei Lian exerted force on his hand and directly twisted the assassin's wrist out of position.

"Well……"

Under the pain, the dagger in his hand fell naturally.Pei Lian reached out to catch it, and turned back to the assassin as the main frame and pressed on the assassin's neck, "May I ask where you are from, Xiongtai?"

He made a gesture to take off the assassin's mask, but he was a step too late.A sneer appeared on the assassin's face, knowing that he could not escape tonight, he bit the poison in his mouth without hesitation and committed suicide.

Bright red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't breathe immediately.The sound of the roof stopped suddenly, Song Yiqing's eyes were slightly startled and reminded, "Be careful!"

"Crash-"

The shattered tiles fell to the ground with dust, Pei Lian quickly withdrew his hands, threw Song Yiqing into his arms to protect him, and rolled towards the window together.

More than a dozen assassins stabbed empty with their daggers, leaving holes of different depths on the floor.

Even though Pei Lian was good at punching and kicking, he was at a disadvantage in the darkness of night, and there were so many difficult enemies.Seeing that the dagger was about to stab again, Pei Lian kicked the desk in front of him to stop the assassin's movement temporarily, and took advantage of the gap to hug Song Yiqing and jump out of the window.

His series of movements were completely out of the quickness of his survival instinct. Song Yiqing was paralyzed by the protection in the panic, and when he regained consciousness, he heard Pei Lian fall to the ground with a muffled groan.

"Who told you to show off?!"

Shocked and terrified, Song Yiqing, who was protected in her arms without any injuries, pulled the shoulders of the person under her to check for wounds.

Not knowing where to move, Pei Lian snorted again, looked at Song Yiqing helplessly and resentfully, and said, "If Ah Chi's hands are heavier, Pei's waist will be broken."

Fortunately, the inn only has two floors, even if there is an extra floor, it is not enough to fall.Song Yiqing secretly let go of her heart, hurriedly helped him up, and still pretended to sneer back, "Isn't it very free and easy when you dance?"

The waist is really not a big problem, but it will hurt for a few days, which is still within the tolerance range.Pei Lian covered Song Yiqing's mouth, retreated to the corner of the wall, and took advantage of the night to temporarily cover her.Until it was discovered that there was also a window behind it.

The two were about to go in and hide, but they saw the straight figure of the shopkeeper standing on the candlestick by the window with his back to them.

As if something flashed through his mind, Pei Lian looked tense, and touched the back in front of him with his hand.

"boom--"

The shopkeeper's body stiffened and fell on the floor. Due to the force, a dagger penetrated from the joint between the back of the head and the neck, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with liquid.

Song Yiqing gasped.

Looking at the position of the tip of the knife, the dagger actually stabbed through the mouth into the back of the head and died.

The shopkeeper just let go of those assassins without knowing it during the day, and it was such a tragic situation.

The sound of footsteps came again, and Pei Lian dragged Song Yiqing to the stables, saying in a deep voice, "It's too late. We have to rush to Pingyang Pass overnight!"

While he was talking, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm. Pei Lian's strength in pulling Song Yiqing dropped suddenly, causing the other party to look sideways.

"Bow and crossbow!"

Even if he didn't recognize the faces of those assassins, Song Yiqing, Daxing's bow and crossbow, could still recognize them.

The sleeves were getting wet slowly, Pei Lian didn't seem to realize that he was holding on to Song Yiqing's arm tightly.The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer. When they reached the stables, they immediately drew out their daggers, cut off the reins, and got on the horse.

Pei Lian shielded the man in front of his chest, and clamped the horse's belly tightly. After receiving the signal, the horse, which was full of dry food, let go of its hooves and galloped towards Pingyang Pass.

"Not a pedestrian."

With the experience of being injured, before the next crossbow arrow arrived, Pei Lian held the head of the man in his arms and leaned over to hide.In the crisis, he calmly said: "Daxing likes to use bows and crossbows, but this is the assassin's intention to confuse us."

If it's not Daxing, then it can only be...

Song Yiqing's eyes turned cold, and she said a name firmly.

"Zhou Rong!"

The starting point and goal of too many things in the world are interests.The first thing they offended when they reached the border was Zhou Rong.This man just lost Yuguan and retired to Pingyang.Hearing the news that the capital sent people to investigate, he must be restless.

In Dingzhou City, the sound of horseshoes resounded through the streets.The dry and cold wind penetrated directly into the collar of the clothes, and the ears were stiff as if they were not his own.Even though his fingers were like ice cubes, Song Yiqing still did not dare to let go of his grip on the rein.

When they arrived at the city gate, the sky was already dark, and the defenders stomped their feet coldly and just opened the city gate, when they saw a bay red horse galloping past, almost overturning people.

"Baby boy, galloping a horse is a violation of the law! When I meet your grandfather next time, I will definitely put you in prison!"

The defender has been working for more than ten years, and his hair is half white.He couldn't catch up with the four-legged one, so he could only put his hands on his hips, and he was full of abuse while breathing hot air.

After leaving the city gate, withered and yellow weeds gradually increased.There is almost no shelter around, and if the group of people catch up, it is inevitable.

Pei Lian secretly scolded herself for accumulating all the bad luck of more than [-] years in Huaijing until today.It's a pity that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the sky actually had snowflakes, which tended to get bigger and bigger.Then hit the face along the direction of the wind, the taste is really refreshing.

The blood at the wound had already solidified, and even the clothes were frozen.The arm was so cold that it was almost painless.But there is a good thing, those people have not chased after them for the time being.

The horse ran for another half a day before the two rested in an abandoned temple.

The fire gradually warmed his hands and feet, and the pain in his arms came back again.

Pei Lian tore open his sleeves with a dagger, and raised his chin at Song Yiqing in a spirited manner, "Please trouble me."

The arrow pierced very deeply, Song Yiqing hesitated for a moment, and raised his hand to hold the crossbow arrow.

With just a small movement, the pain in his arm intensified. Pei Lian gritted his teeth and swallowed his voice.

Song Yiqing couldn't help looking sideways, and punctured mercilessly, "Don't keep your face at this time, just scream out when it hurts."

But who is Pei Lian?Except for teasing the sweetheart, the other places are not so thick-skinned, at least not as thick as the former.

"Just do it." Pei Lian pretended to be calm, and began to divert his attention to analyze, "Although they used a bow and crossbow, the assassin who died didn't have calluses on his fingers, but calluses on his palm. This is It was caused by practicing swords all the year round. And... hiss..."

In the middle of speaking, Song Yiqing quickly pulled out the arrow, Pei Lian couldn't help gasping, and couldn't say the rest.

Song Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief after tying the cloth strips cut from his clothes to the wound to stop the bleeding.

It was windy and snowy outside, and it was already plain white.My eyes hurt when I look at it for a long time.The face of the fire was burning, making people drowsy, but neither of them dared to close their eyes, so they could only talk and continue on their way until the snow stopped.

"By the way, what did you want to say just now?"

Song Yiqing threw a dead branch into the fire, watched it being gradually swallowed by the flames, and asked curiously.

Pei Lian seldom burst into a wry smile, as if answering Song Yiqing or talking to himself: "And the collars of the big pedestrians are all left lapels, and the assassins at night are right lapels."

At the end, he turned his head to look at the big Buddha with mottled gold paint next to him and asked, "Am I right? A salesman."