Thick smoke and waves of fire are raging, and it is urgent. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Xinyi struggled to look outside the tent, and then looked at Mrs. Xuanguo, his fists clenched and gurgling, but his steps retreated towards the door a little bit.

"Ziqing—" Seeing that Xin Yi was about to withdraw from the camp, Mrs. Xuan Guo called out again.

This call was extremely poignant, with too much desire to talk about it, too many old things confused, and the final farewell sound, Xin Yi's heart was greatly mourned, and he stopped suddenly.

"Ziqing. Mrs. Xuan Guo called again, "I have never been surnamed Han, and I have never been an orphan girl in a small mountain village...... My surname is Dou, and my name is Dou Han......"

The daughter of the Dou family, a Japanese generation. With the word "night", the same surname as the same clan, and the woman called "Dou Wan", compatriot Jin Lan.

Han, the sky will be bright, and it is a sister. Late, the day will be over, but for the sister.

Tianming was his sister, gambled his life for the safety of his family, and offered the most beautiful sacrifice for the surname Dou, and finally died in the fire.

As a sister every day, she gambled on her family for the night owl, and finally gambled the rest of her life for the peace of their third villain, for her to get rid of the surname Dou, and gambled on the rest of her life.

The business road is the king, and the bustling competition is romantic. The Dou family has a female primary, pointing to Kong Fang, excitedly green worms, and gold, silver and copper coins on heroes.

However, Xin Yi did not hear the last half of the sentence clearly. For almost at the same time, another piece of wood on the top of the tent clattered, and the words were drowned out in the palpitating thunderclap of fire.

"What, I didn't hear clearly...... Xin Yi shook her head with tears in her eyes, watching the fire annihilate the figure of Mrs. Xuanguo, and the woman's voice finally disappeared, but she didn't even have time to grieve.

The bigger the fire, the more the Lu family is like a tiger, and she must escape as soon as possible. She is a lady of the country, a life in exchange for a life.

Xin Yi knelt down with a plop and kowtowed heavily in the direction of Mrs. Xuanguo, and then got up and fled, his steps hurried and did not stagnate.

Escaped from the tent in an instant, thinking that the second daughter had no chance of surviving, only a few guards around sat and chatted boringly, and waited for the fire to go in and clean up the aftermath.

Xin Yi covered her mouth and nose, and she didn't dare to come out, she took off her embroidered shoes and took off the hairpin ring to avoid any possible sound. tiptoed past the movie satellite TV line, looking for the secluded path to the southeast that Mrs. Xuan Guo said.

The guards were chatting about the current war, lamenting the death of the Lu family's housewife, but they didn't pay attention to Xin Yi's escape, and Shengsheng released a way out for the latter.

The desert is lonely, the long night is deep, and the starry sky of the Gobi Desert is bright. On a sparsely populated sheep intestine path, Xin Yi ran away desperately like crazy.

She was barefoot, her hair was disheveled, her little face was blackened by smoke, her clothes were burned ragged by sparks, and she could only avoid her body, and she was already sick, her whole body was hot, her lips were pale, and her whole body was indescribably embarrassed and depressed.

There was only one thought left in her altar: escape.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours...... The Gobi is vast, the bright moon hangs high, life and death are only in one step, and the life is engraved, and the yellow spring is divided into two banks.

Xin Yi didn't know how long he had been running, just following the path, swinging his legs quietly. Her bare feet were cut through the gravel, and blood drippeds into the sand, but she didn't feel pain, she didn't feel tired, her brain and limbs were divided into two parts.

The brain is blank, but the legs and feet are running forward on their own. Instinctively chasing life, without a moment's slowing down or pause.

One mile, two miles, three miles...... Xin Yi gradually saw the cities and villages, as well as the oases and rivers on both sides of the road, the mountains and green trees began to stretch in sight, and a straight and wide official road appeared in the Gobi.

The yellow sand is exhausted, the green plain is present, and the official roads lead to Chang'an.

Xin Yi was slightly happy, and his steps were faster. A trail of horrific blood dragged out behind him.

And half a mile away here, Jiang Li's pace is also getting faster.

He rode a horse, rode on the official road, and the sound of driving alarmed the night. Plain shirts hunt and fly, piercing the moonlight of ten miles in Longxi.

Behind him were a dozen horses, also with hurried hooves, raising yellow sand all over the sky. There was a faint sound of breaking the sky around, and it was countless shadow guards in the dark, like night owls who were haunted by each other.

Jiang Li's lips were pursed, a layer of cold air was enveloped between his eyebrows, and when he looked in the direction of the west, the anger at the bottom of his eyes became thicker: "Damn!

"Childe is angry!" Jiang Li was on a horse behind him, and a man in a strong suit said in panic, "Miss Xin was kidnapped by the Lu family, and the Tianshutai Shadow Guard was originally following well, and he was ready to save Miss Xin when the time was right." But as soon as he entered the boundary of Longxi, the Lu family's shadow guard relied on the Lu family's familiarity with the terrain and threw off the Tianshutai. After all, the northwest sand dunes are unpredictable, and the Lu Jiajun, who has been stationed in Longxi all year round, is the most familiar. But our Heavenly Pivot ......"

"Presumptuous!" Jiang Li shouted, his tone without a trace of warmth, "Tianshu, Tianshu, Tianshu." The four fields of Kyushu, don't dare to disobey! Is it just a mountain king in the pass!"

All the men on the horses were frightened. Their son-in-law seldom gets angry, because nothing surpasses his calculations. However, when their son is angry, he is like a hidden dragon that has been sleeping for a hundred years, and if he doesn't wake up, he will stir up Kyushu as soon as he wakes up.

The man in the dark clothes hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Childe is angry! The shadow guard who followed Miss Diuxin's carriage that day has committed suicide to apologize! As the head of the Tianshutai Shadow Guard, his subordinates will also focus on training everyone in the future, not only in the Guannei, but also in the Western Regions, they must act like the cardinal of the sky, and command the Quartet for the sword and crossbow of the child!"

After listening to the second half of the sentence, Jiang Li's face softened a little: "That's right." Is this the right way to go tonight?"

The man's tone became more respectful: "There can be no mistake. After that, his subordinates sent several waves of shadow guards to investigate, and Mrs. Xuanguo, as Miss Xin's aunt, should not be left alone. If Mrs. Xuan Guo succeeds, Miss Xin's escape route must be this one!"

Jiang Li looked at the end of the official road, and the anxiety in his eyes was on fire. It's been a long time since he's felt like this, and he feels like he's failed. The chess boy never loses, he is always a winner.

However, Lu Zhao snatched Xin Yi from under his nose, but it was like a whip hitting him, causing his reason to ignite a raging fire in an instant.

"Driving-" Jiang Li whipped the horse's whip fiercely, and the horse's hooves became more and more urgent.

Long. In the night at the end of the official road, a shadow suddenly appeared, a shadow that was too delicate and almost ignored.

Jiang Li's heart instantly tightened.

"Qingqing!" Jiang Li snorted, and the horsewhip swiped the horse out of the blood, and it was actually beyond the entourage behind him, and he ran towards the shadow alone.

Xin Yi was so tired. Even the bloody wounds on her feet could not stimulate her sobriety.

She ran for several hours in a row, without drinking water, without a half-moment of rest, and the swing of her double script energy was gone, and she was not even conscious. Her spirit was in a trance, but she suddenly heard a "Qingqing".