Late at night, two roars suddenly came from the Lu family's house.

Lu Xiaohai ran out of the bedroom wearing obscene clothes and pants, carrying a bow and arrows.

Behind him was Li Zheng, who heard the sound.

"The thief is bold!" Lu Xiaohai stood at the door and roared angrily, and was about to step out to chase after him.

Li Zheng grabbed Lu Xiaohai's arm, "Xiaohai!"

Li Zheng sighed helplessly and jealously, "Stop chasing!"

No wonder the world says that the Xuanyuan Army is a bloodthirsty and ruthless demon, this old man Song has just been buried with his front foot, and someone has come to take away the sword on his back foot!

Neng unknowingly took the sword from Lu Xiaohai and the sea, except for the lieutenant general, and did not make a second guess!

was swept away, and it is not pleasing to please if you contribute money and effort!

Li Zheng secretly took a sip, and still pulled Lu Xiaohai with a dead face, and persuaded hard, "Xiaohai, you listen to Dad! That man is very strong, and you are no match for him! Even if you catch up, what can you do? If he wants to take it, then take it!"

"No!" Lu Xiaohai glared and said angrily, "That's mine!"

Li Zheng secretly said, 'Not good', and clinged to Lu Xiaohai's body with all fours, "Xiaohai! You listen to your father! Father doesn't allow you to go!"

Lu Xiaohai struggled for a long time, but he couldn't break free, and ran forward with his back on his back.

Li Zheng's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and didn't let go for this son.

Chased outside the village, Lu Xiaohai was covered in sweat, carrying Lizheng on his back, Lu Xiaohai glanced around with a bow and arrow, didn't see the figure of the person, and stomped his feet fiercely.

He kicked on the stone monument on the side of the road, brandished his bow and arrow, and the tip of the arrow slid across the surface of the stone monument several inches thick, causing dazzling sparks.

Li Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to open his mouth to persuade Lu Xiaohai to go home, but he felt that Lu Xiaohai's body that had just relaxed suddenly tensed.

Li Zheng's heart sighed.

When I looked up, I saw a petite figure on the mountain road not far away, running forward with something.

There was another burst of exclamations and barking.

Several villagers were dragged down the hillside by dogs, whose targets were the petite backs of the swords that were running wildly.

Lu Xiaohai snorted coldly, his face was slightly hideous, he took a step back, and drew his bow with an arrow.

Li Zheng also saw that the figure in front of him was obviously not the deputy general who gave away the knife!

The arrow is off the string.

Lu Xiaohai's archery skills were good, and the arrows shot directly into the shoulder and back of the sword stealer.

Li Zheng was overjoyed.

However, the thief who stole the sword was not an ordinary person, and when he was shot by an arrow, he only stumbled under his feet, and the speed of his escape not only did not slow down, but increased a lot, and soon left the dogs and people who were chasing down the hillside far behind.

Lu Xiaohai looked at the figure that quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain road, his face was pale.

Li Zheng watched in amazement as the thief disappeared in front of him like a little cheetah, looked back at his son's ugly face, and was busy comforting and comforting him, and finally brought Lu Xiaohai home.

What happened to Sanlitun later, it is unknown.

Song Xiao held Han Ya's saber all the way north, hastily dealt with the wound on his shoulder, Song Xiao lay on his back in the wild haystack, picked up the saber and wiped it.

The bright blade of the knife reflected her embarrassed and pale face, and Song Xiao pursed her lips and smiled.

I was so lucky to get this sword.

Song Xiao carefully put down the saber and took out the dry bun to gnaw.

In the courtyard, Han Ya was sharp and subdued all the homeless people with one move.

Song Xiao held the steamed bun, and his emaciated face gradually softened.

"In the future, this little girl will be taken care of by you. ”

The people of Sanlitun complained about Han Ya's 'sneaking' into the village and slashing the people in the village, and Li Zheng took people to Song's house, under the banner of helping, in fact, he wanted to seek justice.

Later, when he saw Han Ya's strength, he was afraid and afraid, and when he saw Han Ya's generosity, he thought about scraping off a few layers of meat from Han Ya's body.

Han Ya is not a zealous person at first glance.

Why is he so gentle towards the people of Sanlitun?

Not because of yourself?

Song Xiao hugged the saber tightly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he fell asleep.

Han Ya rested in the inn and dreamed of Song Xiao after falling asleep.

Song Xiao was lying in the haystack in embarrassment, Han Ya was taken aback, why did Song Xiao become like this as soon as he left?!

Han Ya walked to Song Xiao's side, this girl was cold at the beginning, and didn't want to pay attention to herself, the night before he left, this little girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, as if she could cry at any time.

Han Ya looked at Song Xiao quietly, his gaze softening unconsciously.

I don't know what I dreamed of, Song Xiao had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his face was painful, as if he was stunned.

Han Ya's heart ached slightly.

He tried his best to arrange the future girl for her, she had a nightmare, Han Crow squatted beside Song Xiao and called softly, "Miss Song, Miss Song, wake up-"

Dead.

Song Xiao dreamed of her grandfather, she was still living with her grandfather, but in a blink of an eye, she saw her grandfather's grave.

Song Xiao's heart was shocked.

Grandpa has already gone......

In this huge world, she is the only one left.

Song Xiao cried fiercely.

Just when she was crying heartbroken, she heard Han Ya's voice, and Song Xiao woke up.

"Brother Han!" Song Xiao opened her eyes and stood up, she was still in the barren meadow, her back against the haystack, her face was wet.

There was no Korean crow beside him.

Song Xiao stood up, his eyes looking firmly into the distance.

Over the years, in order to treat Grandpa Song, she once went north with the dart team to sell goods, and she was more familiar with the road here than Han Ya.

The mountain road to the next market is half the distance than the road to the province.

Song Xiao took out a few Chinese medicines from his arms, threw them in his mouth and chewed them, chasing them all the way forward.

Crossing countless black and dark mountains, and passing through a few grassy fields, Song Xiao crouched by the river, bowing and washing his face.

Compared with before, Song Xiao was darker and his skin was much rougher.

The wound on his shoulder condensed into a black scar.

Looking at the market town with smoke not far away, Song Xiao exhaled leisurely.

This grandfather after taking the medicine. Song Xiao started cooking again.

Han Yao is going to the market town to resupply, and she will be able to see him soon!

With a pair of tattered shoes on his feet, Song Xiao was slightly stunned.

Along the way, Han Ya rested for two days, but his body was still not completely recovered.

Song Xiao's chapped lips pursed slightly.

……

Han Yao came to the market town, led the tall horse that had just changed, stood at the door of Baohe Hall and watched the doctors and patients come and go, holding down his stuffy chest and gasping for breath.

After standing for a while, Han Yao turned to leave, pulled his horse to a small vendor, and took a few dry cakes with him.

Song Xiao poked his head out from the side of a restaurant, Han Ya's feet were floating, and he knew that his injuries were aggravated at a glance.

Song Xiao looked at the gilded signboard of Baohetang, and his eyes gradually turned red,

He didn't go in because he had no money in his hands.

Why doesn't he have any money?

It's because he keeps most of the money for himself......

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