Time is slow

   Chapter 509 Life and Death

   "That direction!" One of them judged the hidden direction of the morning light based on the direction the flying knife flew.

   These people are not mediocre, except for the first unlucky one who died too suddenly under the flying knife, the rest of the people all started to sway left and right when they ran in the direction of the morning light.

   Chengguang, who was hiding in the dark, tightened his eyes.

   These people come from not simple origins!

  When attacking on the battlefield, the generals taught them not to run straight forward, which is tantamount to an arrow target, but to swing forward irregularly, so that the enemy's cold arrows and spears would be difficult to aim at them.

   These people actually understand this, so it can be seen that they are definitely not some bandits.

   Chenguang squeezed the flying knife, and the knuckles were faintly white.

   He didn't know how these people were, but he only had one person, and the other party had six people now, so he didn't dare to confront them easily.

  Shao Mingyuan's words sounded in Chenguang's mind: When the enemy is outnumbered, don't be afraid because of the opponent's advantage, and let the existing unfavorable situation interfere with your judgment. Concentrate your strength against one person, and for every one less person on the other side, your own strength will grow by one point. This trade-off is not necessarily without the possibility of a comeback.

   "Six people..." Chenguang muttered, hiding in place and motionless.

   He knew those people would soon be where he was, but he couldn't move.

   His eyes were fixed on one of the six people, and as the person moved forward, he gradually understood the law of the person's shaking.

   Left two right three, interval time…

   Chenguang meditated in his heart, and the flying knife he had been holding in his hand flew out decisively.

   A scream came, and the flying knife hit the man's mouth.

   The man leaned forward and almost fell at the feet of Morning Light.

   There are five people left!

   Chenguang flashed this thought in his mind, and his body suddenly ducked back.

   "Here!" The remaining five immediately surrounded.

  The forest was quiet, and Qiao Zhao, who was hiding in the tree, could clearly hear the sound of weapons connecting and his heartbeat.

   A familiar scream came, and Qiao Zhao's hand holding the branch tightly tightened.

   Morning light is hurt!

   Soon there was the sound of messy footsteps, Chenguang staggered in front of him, and there were three people chasing him behind him.

  Qiao Zhao had already gotten used to the dark light. He pushed aside the branches and looked down from a height. He could vaguely see the blood-stained shoulders of the morning light.

   At this moment, something unexpected happened, Chenguang tripped over the vines on the soles of his feet and fell straight forward.

   A long knife slashed behind him.

   Morning light, who fell to the ground, rolled around and avoided the attack.

   The three of them held the long swords that shone with cold light and approached step by step.

   Morning light struggled to stand up and backed up a little.

   "Stinky boy, I killed our four brothers, and today I must smash your body into tens of thousands of pieces!" One of them raised a long knife with a sneer.

   The other person raised his hand to stop him and asked coldly, "Where is your companion?"

   Chenguang knew that there was no way to escape, so he simply sat on the ground and recovered his strength silently, facing the aggressive three people without saying a word.

   "Don't speak?" The person who asked the question raised his long knife and stabbed it, directly stabbing Chenguang's shoulder.

   Chenguang bit his lip and said nothing.

   "Hehe, it's a hard bone!"

   Chenguang sneered: "If you have the seeds, kill me, stop talking nonsense, anyway, there are four of your accomplices waiting for the uncle underground, I'm dead enough!"

   "You think we dare not start?"

   Chenguang directly tore his clothes, revealing his tight chest, and laughed loudly: "Come on, stick here, what's the point of sticking only on the shoulders?"

   He laughed out loud, tears in the corners of his eyes.

  Lord General, I probably can't accompany you any longer in my humble position. I'm just a little unwilling. I didn't die at the hands of those Tartars on the battlefield, but at the hands of these shameless bastards!

   "Stinky boy, do you think that if you die, we won't be able to find your companions? Where can they go when they are old and weak?"

   Chengguang's laughter stopped.

The person who spoke    raised the knife and sneered: "If you want to die, I'll make it happen for you, and let you go underground and be my brothers company!"

   Chenguang looked at the man contemptuously and pouted, "Come on, you bastard!"

   He closed his eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air. With the scream, his eyes suddenly opened, and he saw the person holding the knife with a look of horror and confusion, and his body swayed and fell.

   Chenguang's face changed greatly.

   Three girls!

   The remaining two people can stay until the end, and their strength is stronger than the others. As the person fell, he immediately determined the direction of the dark arrow.

"On the tree!"

   One of them said: "You look at this kid, I'll go look at the tree."

   He raised his foot to go to the big tree where Qiao Zhao was, but his leg was tightly hugged by Chenguang.

   "Let go!"

   Chenguang used all his strength and hugged tighter.

  The man slammed his foot hard, Chenguang's body swayed with it, but his hands were not loose at all.

   The man was finally annoyed and stabbed Chenguang with his backhand.

   Chenguang screamed and lay still on the ground.

  Qiao Zhao, who was hiding in the tree, saw all this, and tears fell silently.

The man kicked the morning light and said coldly: "This kid can't live anymore, don't worry about him. I'll go to that tree to see, you can find where the other person is hiding, I guess it's also in a certain tree. superior."

"it is good!"

   The two acted separately.

  Chen PV is on the ground, silently as if asleep.

  Qiao Zhao watched coldly as the man climbed up holding the tree trunk, as if a poisonous snake was slowly approaching her.

   She simply hung the bow and arrow on the branch behind her, tucked her hair, and quietly waited for the man to climb up.

  The man also had a wound on his shoulder. He was injured by the morning light when he was besieging the morning light just now, so he was a little slow to climb up.

   He finally climbed to the top and carefully pushed aside the thick branches.

   Under the starlight, a young girl's small face as white as jade was revealed, and a pair of bright big eyes stared straight at him, calm like a deep pool.

When    met those big, clear eyes, the man couldn't help but startled.

   "Brother, you finally came to save me." The girl said softly, looking at the man who was close at hand without blinking.

  The man's eyes were blank for a moment, and he asked involuntarily, "Save you?"

   "Yeah, did eldest brother forget me?" In the night, the girl's voice was low and lingering, like a dreamy Jiangnan minor, full of tenderness.

   "Who are you?" Looking at the girl's flowery face, the man was a little crazy for a while, and murmured.

   "I'm Amei. You told me to stay here and wait for you when you left, don't you remember at all?"

   As the girl's soft and low tone sounded, the man involuntarily fell into memory following her words.

   His sister?

  When did he let Amei wait for him here, why can't he remember?

   Strange, he seems to have said something like this—

  The man's thoughts were interrupted, he looked down at the dagger inserted into his heart, then looked up at the girl's snow-like face under the moonlight, and finally woke up.

   (end of this chapter)