How can the general be paralyzed?

After thinking about it, Li Linlang moved the topic from "loose one pine skin" to the room allocation. The room where Lord Hou vomited blood must be unoccupied. He asked, "Do you want two rooms or three?"

Qin Ran shared a room with Ye Qiu before because the silver thread of the true spirit held him and he couldn't move. Now that the silver thread has been untied, do you still need to ask such mindless questions?Convenience: "whatever."

After Li Linlang disappeared from Qin Ran's sight, Ye Qiu who was quietly accompanying him was left opposite him.

The two sat in the lumpy nest in the lobby until the back.

Qin Ran closed his eyes and pretended to rest his mind. After the effect of the medicine wore off and the poison in his heart spread again, his energy was indeed limited. When he accidentally raised his eyes, Ye Qiu was no longer facing him, and he should be doing his own business.

In less than a day, Qin Ran felt a faint throbbing in his heart. He couldn't tell which part of his body the poison had penetrated into. Maybe it just walked through the fragile blood vessels and boiled the blood in his blood vessels. up.

So Qin Ran felt hot and dry, a thin layer of sweat began to evaporate from his skin, and the part where his clothes and skin were attached was extremely sticky and wet, and the cold wind that was brought in gently blew him down, cooling him down all over.

It was quickly replaced by dry heat.

There were strange diners sitting on both sides of him. Qin Ran glanced at the diner who was drinking tea with his head bowed across the two square tables. That person had been sitting there since he had breakfast here.

The man was coming for him.Qin Ran scanned and memorized this person's appearance and leaned back against the back of the chair.

He closed his eyes as if in deep sleep.

He was helpless, sick and weak, and seemed to be knocked down.

Now, he doesn't even have the ability to stand up, so he is useless.

Qin Ran waited for half a moment before the man made a move, and moved his hand to his heart, which was hot due to the spread of poison.He felt that he should vomit blood, and slowly the blood began to roll, scrambling up his throat like a string of threads.

When a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, he saw Ye Qiu's figure walking towards him, his eyes were blurred and he saw only a white shadow of Ye Qiu.Ye Qiu embraced him, put a robe over him and hugged him horizontally.

Qin Ran logically closed his eyes and fell into a coma. He smelled the familiar scent of agarwood and knew it was Ye Qiu.But the corner of his mouth was still bleeding, dripping down uncontrollably.

Ye Qiu's white clothes were soaked.

The person who waited near Qin Ran finally stood up and walked out of the lobby. He thought that Qin Ran was terminally ill and would die soon.He already knew that he only had the prestige of Changping Hou, but he was actually too weak to even hold a sword, and he only needed a slight push to make him meet the King of Hades.

The man was dressed in black with his head covered and his face quietly waiting for the dark.

Alluring night.

The man in black stepped on the eaves of the inn and found Qin Ran's room. The voice inside was not loud enough for him to hear.

The man in black heard someone say angrily, "Is this something people drink?"

Another person made a sound, unlike the person just now whose voice was clear and clear, this person's voice was a little deeper, and it seemed that he had been brewing in his chest for a long time before he slowly said: "Today is just this small bowl, it will be gone after drinking it."

The man in black laughed secretly when he heard this. This man persuaded people to drink medicine like coaxing a child.He guessed that the one with the clear and clear voice was Changping Hou Qinran, and the one who lied to others was probably Qin Ran's personal bodyguard Li Linlang.

Then he heard the sound of porcelain smashing, probably because Chang Pinghou was so angry that he dropped the medicine bowl, and Li Linlang said in surprise: "Young master Ye——"

There is a third person?

The man in black pondered for a while, and it should be the man in white who took Chang Pinghou away during the day.

There was a lot of commotion in the room, and the man in black couldn't hear what he said, so he couldn't help but lifted the tiles from the roof and peeked out of curiosity.

Only a seam the size of a fingernail was uncovered.That piece of roof tiles was uncovered very level, and he should often do this kind of business of squatting on the roof to peep. Under the tile cracks is the position of the bed in the inn. The target of his trip, Chang Ping, leaned on the shoulder of the man in white, clearly He coughed lightly.

He saw Chang Pinghou lowered his head and coughed in the corner of the bed, and there seemed to be a small pool of dark red blood.

According to such a situation of coughing up blood, it doesn't take ten days and a half months to cough up to death.

Just wait until he dies.He wouldn't live long anyway.

After all, he is the Marquis of Changping, and what he is defending is the land of my dynasty.Wouldn't it be a pity for my conscience to kill him after spending my whole life in the army?

The man in black wanted to retreat.

His wife and children are still looking forward to his return.He wants to save them!

The family is gone, so why do we need the country?

After one Changpinghou dies, the next Changpinghou will come forward.

He just killed Qin Ran alone.

The oil lamp in Qin Ran's room was extinguished, and the man in black was sure that he was the only one left in the room, and he waited for Changping to sleep soundly, with his feet hanging upside down on the beam, and quietly entered the room through the window.

The night was cool, and the faint moonlight cast the figure of the man in black. Afraid of being exposed, he bowed his body and moved slowly towards the corner under the window. From one dark corner to another, he heard Qin Ran on the bed calmly Taking a long breath, he was relieved.

Chang Ping Hou was sleeping soundly, so his caution was superfluous.

The long sword unsheathed—

Just a muffled hum!

what? ! ! !

The man in black raised his sword and backed away in horror, clutching his abdominal wound and trying to escape to the window.He couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, but Chang Pinghou's sword was one step ahead of him.

I heard that Chang Pinghou can distinguish the position by listening to the sound, and the Liuyun swordsmanship in one hand is superb, and the lightness kungfu is superb, and the three thousand enemy troops seem to be in the land of no one... It turns out that he has been pretending to be asleep, knowing that he will come to assassinate at night during the day, waiting for rabbits and so on. Someone delivered it to the door.

negligent...

The serious injury is not healed, and he needs someone to support him when he sits up, not to mention coughing up blood just now, how can he still have the strength to lift the sword!

Obviously there is no external object on his body, and there are no sharp weapons around him. Where did he draw the sword? Is it on the bed? ! ! !

Sitting up, Qin Ran slowly lowered his sword-holding hand in the darkness, as if he had exhausted all his strength with one stroke of the sword, and was powerless, Liuyun Sword trembled slightly in his unsteady hand.When stabbing the man in black, his hand was very steady, steady and aimed at the abdomen, but it was still a few inches off.

The man in black found that Qin Ran didn't get up to give chase. Through the moonlight, he saw that Chang Pinghou's crooked body was rather strange. The hand holding the sword rested on the couch as if supporting the weight of his whole body.

The man in black, whose eyes moved to Qin Ran's lower body and legs, came back with a strange expression, his left hand was covering the bleeding wound on his left abdomen, and his right hand raised the sword without hesitation.

Want to try again.

He already knew why Chang Pinghou didn't get out of bed.He couldn't get out of bed at all, his legs were useless.

The movement in the room was really too light, so light that it was just the speed of one stab after another.Qin Ran only needs to yell, and Li Linlang and Ye Qiuyi, who are lightly asleep across the room, or guests who are not sleeping, will come to visit, and the assassination will be turned into nothing.

"Let's go." Qin Ran let go of his hand and let the blood-stained Liuyun sword fall on the ground in front of the bed, as if he had given his life to him, without defense.The sound of the sword falling to the ground and Chang Pinghou's moderate sound rolled over the heart of the man in black like a rolling thunder.

Qin Ran, who was sweating gradually on his forehead, took a breath, and added angrily: "One sword is enough."

From the hesitation of the man in black when he drew his sword for the first time, he knew that the killer in front of him had the courage to draw his sword, but he didn't have the determination to draw his sword.No matter how fast he draws his sword, he is still a patient.

This person was forced to have no choice but to not want to kill him at all.Going back and forth is in vain and receiving another sword from him.Stupid, looking for death?

The man in black nodded gratefully to him, and realized that Chang Pinghou couldn't see his movements clearly in the dark, so he said, "Thank you."

The abdominal wound looked horrifying but did not hurt the vitals, so he knew he was in a dilemma, so he dragged his seemingly serious injuries back to do business.Chang Ping Hou remained merciful.

He put the sword back into its sheath, walked to the bed and pressed the two windows with both hands and refused to leave. When Qin Ran ran out of patience and wanted to jump up and kick him, he said slowly: "Master Hou doesn't want to know who instigated it." ?”

"Oh, who ordered it?"

Man in black:"……"

I just heard a sneer without tone: "I don't force others to be difficult."

The man in black said in a difficult tone: "Master Hou may not remember that one year when the barbarians raided the small village on the border of Mobei, you rescued an eight or nine-year-old child named Du. I still remember that you were protecting him in your arms, covered in blood... ...that is the only heir of my elder brother who died in battle."

"It's frosty and cold on a spring night, Lord Hou cherishes it."

Mountains and rivers meet each other.Whether it is life or death depends on God's will.

His wife and daughter may not wait for his return.

Qin Ran, who didn't know what expression to make, was paralyzed.

Qin Ran closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.The battle lasted eighteen days, and countless children lost their fathers.Regardless of justice, the innocent people on both sides are the biggest victims.If you lose, the living will suffer; if you win, the dead will mourn.

What he did was trivial and insignificant, but people still remembered it and reciprocated.

Sitting in front of the bed, half of his body fell under the neutral moonlight, while the other half hidden in the darkness bent down to pick up the Liuyun sword on the ground.Just as he fumbled to put the sword in his hand, he saw the door opened a crack by itself.

Half paralyzed and unable to open the door, the door is not locked, and anyone who comes in can push it open with a light push.Very convenient.

What are you doing back here? ! !

The visitor's footsteps were neither light nor heavy, and it sounded silent at first glance. He stepped through the door with an oil lamp in his hand, placed it inside the room and turned on the wick.

As soon as the two of them met under the bright lamp, Qin Ran swiped his fingertips touching the blade, accidentally injuring himself.Caught off guard, Ye Qiu stayed up in the middle of the night to talk to him about gods.

Being assassinated was just a premonition, he was on his own, never revealed a single word, and wanted Liuyun Sword back from Li Linlang's hand.The only way is to keep it from Ye Qiu.

If the person who assassinated him really had the intention to kill, he would be very dangerous.

The sword was not in its sheath, and it was heavy and stiff in his hand, with a few drops of stabbing blood remaining on the tip of the sword. Ye Qiu swept his Liuyun sword with a gloomy expression, and Qin Ran still struggled: I can't sleep in the middle of the night, I Thinking about not using the sword for a long time, it's because I missed it... Uh, I was shocked, I got it.

There was just such a thin bloodstain on the fingertip, which killed a blood volume as big as a fingernail.Let's talk about how long his hands are, the blood was dragged to the window sill across most of the room - it was the blood left by the assassin's injury.