I thought about these things as I walked. Don't regret it, while silently sighing: Life is not easy, Xiaobai is crying!

But because of this, I didn't notice a strong cold wind that came to me, with a bitter murderous aura, shooting at me like an arrow from the string.

There was a ding, and the extremely crisp and solemn sound of sharp weapons striking each other sounded in my back.

I was startled, and the hairs on my body and goosebumps exploded, and I turned sideways to avoid the source of the sound, and then flipped back. It landed on the ground safely.

I looked at it, and one of the sharp weapons that had just struck me came from Yan Yue, who was standing not far from me with a sword in hand.

On the other side was the spike that was firmly inserted into the ground.

I looked at the nail very familiarly, until I slowly leaned over and saw the circle of cinnabar-stained lines on the head of the nail and suddenly realized.

I already know who did the nail just now, and now the mass grave is the same as the person who plotted against me, but this time, I don't know if it was a mistake or a deliberate temptation, the man actually fired only a long nail at me.

I watched the nail slowly approach, leaned down and tried to pull it out of the ground, but unfortunately, it happened to be blocked by Yan Yue's sword: "This thing is strange, don't touch it with your hands!"

He was talking about it. Obviously, I was also extremely nervous about this inexplicable nail.

I understand that these people from powerful backgrounds who have been trained in assassination prevention since childhood, and sometimes it is good to be more vigilant, but there is no need to treat everything equally.

They stood in front of me with a bright sword, but they did not pose the slightest threat to me, and I dismissed his words in two and two: "Since this is all blocked by you." That is sure, even if he fails, what fails is not lethal!"

When I said this, I deliberately amplified my voice a little, I know that the person who secretly put the secret weapon should be around here, but I don't dare to use my spiritual power to find him now.

But his mistake this time is like the last time, and I escaped again, so I have a special right to mock him in this matter.

I want to provoke him, and then take advantage of his anger, raise an enchantment around here, and pull him out in one fell swoop, like this villain who just hides in the dark and plays tricks, he should be killed on the spot and quickly!

Put the inside of the forest quietly. Not even a single bird could be heard, let alone my words, like leaves falling in a pond, and could not do any harm to the man behind the ruthless man who had long been numb.

Hey, blame yourself for not being ruthless enough!

If you want to put it in the past, let the leopard-tailed guy come out and scold him, even the old monk who has already escaped into the empty door to look down on the world can make him so angry that he rolls up his sleeves and wants to beat someone.

Don't ask me how I know, take it.

Having said that, it seems that something is getting farther and farther away.

In the end, Yan Yue still didn't stop me from pulling out the nail, and I took the hidden weapon in my hand and looked at it carefully.

It seems that this long nail is different from the one I saw before, and the body of this nail has long since lost the dense Sanskrit and Dharma scriptures that I used to have.

However, on the nail head, deeper and denser stripes are carved, and more and more cinnabar is contained in it.

It's just that I don't know if this effect is stronger than before, although I don't know what the previous nail did, but it looks like the one in my hand now, it should be the upgraded version of the previous one.

Why is there only this one nail injured now, and the previous one is in Yexun's hand, and now I can't compare the two more.

At that time, we can only entrust the leopard tail to bring both of them back to the netherworld and ask the emperor to take a look, and then we can also make corresponding precautions according to the role of several spikes.

"Do you see any clues?" Yan Yue put away his sword and stood next to me. He asked with a blank expression.

I think what he's asking is nonsense, so I can see what's different about it, it can't be a long time ago, it's not what it looks like now.

I thought about it, and between the words of this guy, it was obvious that he was testing me again.

If I really didn't know it, I impulsively told him what was unusual about this spike that I had learned.

Wouldn't it be true that there was something wrong with my identity? At that time, even if I had a hundred mouths, I would not be able to explain it clearly.

A cold sweat broke out silently on my back. It is estimated that while sighing about himself, fortunately he reacted quickly, and at the same time he pretended to answer him casually: "This is different from ordinary nails, it's strange!"

I took the nail and showed it to Yan Yue seriously, but the person next to me, without looking at the nail, really kept staring at me, looking thoughtful.

I flipped the nail in my hand from side to side, and I just faced it calmly, regardless of whether Yan Yue really focused on it or not.

By the time I left the forest, it was already sunset, and I don't know how long I had been in it, and I had lost my way along the way.

The guy patted his chest and said that he could find a way out, I followed him to turn left and right, and I wasted a day in this forest.

Watching the time slowly flow away day by day, I am really anxious, it has been so long, not only has I not heard half of the news, but now I am about to expose my true identity.

I don't know, what happened to Yexun on it, whether he recovered, and the injured soldiers above. Isn't it getting better?

The more I was starving in the mountains with hundreds of soldiers and my acquaintances, the more I wanted some useful information down there.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a big river behind the mountain where Yexun was staying, they would not have been so passively trapped on the mountain, and their only way out was to rush through the army of the general's mansion at the bottom of the mountain to survive.

Then I looked at it today, and there is no way to compare the extreme number of people between the two, as well as the physical endurance in all aspects.

In this way, day after day, King Chen's army had only two results.

First, they were directly trapped in that mountain, and thousands of bones were used to water the flowers and trees that nourished the dense forests in the mountains.

Second, it is to catch up, go all out, and fight another battle with the general's mansion from the mountain.

But these two, as far as the current situation is concerned, there is no silver lining.

It is a dead end for them to go down the mountain or not to go down the mountain, but the former is more than the latter, and the former is to die quietly in the distant mountains.

And the latter died directly under the ghosts and monsters manipulated by these evil masters, and the spears and swords of the soldiers of the General's Mansion.

Back at the tent where Yan Yue returned, the night sky was already full of stars, and a broken bright moon hung on the hill in the distance.

It's almost late autumn, and there isn't even a small jumping insect in the mountains and forests, oh, not to be precise, it's only the realm of Yanyue that they don't have.

The little fat soldier held half a jar of wine and sat outside the tent of Yan Yue and dozed off.

It's quiet, and everything looks like you did last night.