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"Ahead is a trap for wild beasts, you can't go through it."

After finishing speaking, the tung oil lamp in the young man's hand swayed gently in the cold wind, and the faint light shone down along the frost and snow, just right into the eyes of the man standing beside the tree trunk.

Hearing the faint voice from above, Ao Zhan stood still beside the ancient tree, motionless.

From above, only the snow-covered hair of the man could be seen. Seeing that the other party did not respond, the young man finally changed his indifferent face: "..."

I tapped my toes on the branches of the ancient tree a few times, and I saw the young man soaring into the air, and the heavy cloak on his body was lifted up, bringing down small flakes of snow.

The young man was nimble and light, stagnated in mid-air for a while, stepped on the old tree trunk a few times, and fell from the sky like a crane-but in the blink of an eye, the whole person jumped from a height of several meters to the ground.

The soap boots embroidered with auspicious clouds made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the soft snow.

Patting the small snowflakes on the soft fur around his neck, the young man pulled the cloak tie and straightened the folds of the clothes on his body one by one. Then he turned around and raised his hand to grab the clothes of the man in front of him. Sleeve: "Hello."

As if he didn't notice the surprised look on the other side's raised eyebrows, the young man's face was sculpted, and he raised his head expressionlessly, with a calm expression.

Zhang Qinglan looked up at him, only to find that the corners of the other's eyes and brows were stained with an unruly air, the straight sword eyebrows were twisted up, and there was a little ferocity in the serious eyes.

The man was silent for a moment, and then he opened the boy's hand holding his sleeve, regardless of the thick layer of snow on his shoulders at this time: "...Who are you?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, the young man just blew on the back of his red-stained hand, raised the tung oil lamp with the other hand, and reflected a corner of it in the dark world, so that he could clearly see the other party's face.

The wind and snow were whimpering, the night was quietly shrouded, and there were only a few hoarse birdsong in the dense forest.

Under the faint candlelight of the lamp, the tattoos on the man's cheeks were particularly obvious and fierce.The other party's long hair like withered grass was bundled behind his head with shabby rags, and his clothes were even thinner. A pair of straw sandals were stuck in the snow, and the insteps were as red as his hands.

"Ah, tattooed face..." The boy's face remained unchanged, and his tone was flat: "You are Taiji's captive."

When Ao Zhan heard this, he finally reacted, he did not hide the ferocious aura all over his body, and his voice was rough and hoarse: "So what?"

The obviously provocative words and endings were mostly swallowed by the cold wind, and when they fell into Zhang Qinglan's ears, they had no deterrent power.

The young man's face is very immature, about the age of curly hair, and he is much more courageous than others. When he heard the other party say this, he just shook his head, and his tone was almost rigid: "I just told you that there are hunting traps ahead. Can't pass."

He was dressed like a nobleman, and the ermine cloak on his body looked very warm.Half of the black hair was tied up with a hosta, and the rest was piled up on the circle of soft hair around the neck, a few black and shiny strands.

Coupled with the pair of dark pupils that are half of Gujing Wubo, the whole is like a fairy, not eating fireworks in the world.

It's a pity that Ao Zhan thought he was a rough man, and he couldn't appreciate the beauty of that fairy, so he quickly took advantage of the young man's inattention, grabbed the man's hands and closed them, took out a hemp rope from his waist, three Twice hit a knot.

The tung oil lamp became unsteady and fell out of Zhang Qinglan's hand.

With a soft "click", the whole body fell into the snow, and the fire flickered for a moment, and it was completely extinguished in a short time.

"Oh?" Ao Zhan pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of neat white teeth inside, with a half-smile: "Really?"

Naturally, the young man was caught off guard, he just felt a gust of cool wind blowing in front of him, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.When he opened his eyes again, he had already fallen into the hands of the enemy prisoner, unable to move.

Feeling the coldness from the opponent's five fingers, Zhang Qinglan was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Ao Zhan sneered, he didn't know if the guy in front of him was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, he said with a low voice, "Jinyang and Taiji are mortal enemies, from the king to the common people, as long as we meet, we will inevitably fight to the death."

"What's more, Taiji was defeated. This tattoo is thanks to you... There is no one here, so you say, I will take this opportunity to kill you, how about it?"

The hemp rope was rough, and it made the young man's wrist hurt.

Ao Zhan pulled the hemp rope, took advantage of the opponent's body being unstable due to the force, and directly pressed the person against the tree trunk behind him, unable to move for a while.

The young man didn't show any panic until now, he lowered his eyes to look at the hemp rope that messed up the white hair on his collar, and dragged out his voice: "Hey...?"

His face still had that wooden look on his face, and he was so stingy that he couldn't tell the slightest emotion even when he was being coerced.

Ao Zhan's veins twitched in front of his forehead, and he was upset when he saw it. He immediately tightened the hemp rope in his hand, trying to wrap it around the opponent's neck——

At the same time, the figure of the young man in front of him suddenly turned into a phantom, a gust of wind swept by, and the surrounding white snow rose accordingly!Forming snow curtains.

With nothing in front of him, the man immediately raised his arm, blocked himself and kicked him like a gust of wind with his side leg.

There was a loud "bang", and there was a vigor between the two due to the fight, stirring up the gravel and grass clippings hidden under the snow, causing both of them to take a few steps back.

The boy still looked like his hands were bound, and the hemp rope was torn in the middle.

It was almost effortless to get rid of the shackles of the original man. Zhang Qinglan stood opposite him, her eyes were absent-mindedly cast on the wreckage of the lamp at her feet, and she looked at the lamp oil dripping on the ground with some distress: "Ah... what a waste .”

At this time, the sky was dark, and the lamp was knocked over for no reason, only relying on a few sparse stars in the sky, a little white light fell into the dense forest, which was right to be used as illumination.

Ao Zhan's eyes on the other party changed slightly, looking at the young man's cheeks covered with snowflakes, he was a little absent-minded.

Zhang Qinglan stood with her back straight, standing in the middle of the snow, the knots on her wrists had not been untied, and the place where she rubbed against the hemp ropes was already red and swollen, she looked very delicate and frail.

Ao Zhan was more vigilant... Whether it was the little guy escaping from his confinement before, or the powerful kick he kicked during the counterattack, it was enough to make him aware of the opponent's strength.

However, I haven't had a full meal for three days. If I fight now, I don't know who will take advantage of it.

After several changes in their eyes, the two looked at each other in silence: "..."

The boy's stature is not considered tall, even though he is wrapped in a thick cloak, his figure still looks very thin.

The thick and slender eyelashes trembled faintly, Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes and looked straight at Ao Zhan.

Then he raised his voice dryly, and stood in the snowy night and shouted: "It hurts so much." He even had a nasal sound when he spoke, and although he still looked wooden, he seemed more and more wronged.

...It seems that he is bullying people.

Ao Zhan's irritability remained on his face, and he threw away the half of the rough rope in his hand.Guarding against the opponent's attack at any time, he walked forward quickly until he stood in front of the boy.

Almost effortlessly, he tore off the rope tied around the opponent's wrist, and Ao Zhan wiped a few strands of messy hair that fell out accidentally because of the fight.

Rubbing his aching temples, Ao Zhan said violently, "It's troublesome."

After the hemp rope was untied, Zhang Qinglan didn't do anything more, but rubbed the inside of his red wrist and repeated: "What are you doing here?"

"Tsk," Ao Zhan didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Lost." He thought about prevaricating and perfunctory, and just wait until the other party leaves.

"Oh," but he didn't expect that the other party would repay grievances with kindness, as if he didn't mind Ao Zhan's bad attitude at all, after listening to the answer, he walked up and gently grabbed the man's thin sleeves: "It just so happens, I know the way. "

"I can take you out."

As the other party approached, the soft fragrance that belongs to young people instantly became richer... Ao Zhan's heart sank for no reason, and he had to keep a black face, watching the young master come over.

Raising his hand to untie the tie of the cloak, the young man gripped the sides of the cloak tightly, only to hear a "swish", and the thick plush cloak was taken off from his body and hung to the crook of his arm.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Zhang Qinglan came to the man with the cloak in her arms, and she didn't seem to see the surprised eyes of the man.

Taking advantage of Ao Zhan's stiff body and not moving, he carefully patted the snow that fell on the man's shoulders, tiptoed a little, put the cloak on the man's body, and fastened the slipknot.

Seeing the opponent's fingertips moving non-stop at his throat, Ao Zhan found himself as if he had been given a body-holding technique, his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't move.

Jinyang has always been very cruel to the captives. Although it was cold winter, they only gave them a thin cloth robe stuffed with light and little cotton. Wrapping them around their bodies could only be regarded as a shame at best, and had no power to keep out the cold. .

Ao Zhan was born as a general and practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he avoided the fate of freezing to death at the gate of Jinyang City within a few days.

However, the cloak he was wearing was thick and thick, with a few wisps of incense mixed in, and with a sporadic residual warmth, it completely covered up the wind and snow outside.

Zhang Qinglan gave the cloak to the prisoner, then lowered her eyes expressionlessly, and glanced down.

He quickly turned serious and patted the other person on the shoulder: "The wind and snow will only get worse after nightfall. If you don't want to die, don't refuse."

Ao Zhan followed the opponent's line of sight and looked down at his calves exposed under the too short cloak: "..." He raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

Zhang Qinglan didn't notice the movement over there, and after giving the instructions, she squatted down / came up, and dug out half of the lamp buried on the ground from the snow, filled it with tung oil that could still be scraped off, and then took it out of her arms. He took out a fire pocket and lit the oil lamp.

"Let's go," the young man beckoned to the man, "I'll lead the way." After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the deep forest, as if he was completely defenseless, exposing his back to Ao Zhan's eyes.

At this time, the wind and snow were even stronger, the boy was expecting the cold wind to blow, while protecting the half lamp with his palm, carefully preventing the cold wind from blowing out the lamp.

The faint light of the candle outlines the figure of the person, and casts a small half-black shadow on the snow.

Ao Zhan looked at the thin back of the opponent with complicated eyes.