It was a surprisingly hot day, the sun was scorching the earth, the ground was a dazzling white, the trees on both sides of the road were wilting, and the horses pulling the carts were snorting and panting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Please pour me a glass of water." In the carriage, Qiao Mo said to the little guy.

The sweaty little guy covered his reluctant look, rubbed against the corner of the car wall, picked up the teapot and shook it, turned his head and said, "Cousin, there is no water." ”

"Is there a tea stall outside?"

The little guy looked out: "No, Childe, you better hold on, there is a tea stall in the place where you just got out of the city." ”

Qiao Mo closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The little guy rolled his gaze on Qiao Mo's face and pouted.

It's all like this, and it's still so delicate, do you think you're still a noble son?

On such a hot day, you have to run out to add sesame oil money, this is not a poor toss.

The little guy wiped a handful of sweat, lifted the curtain of the car door and urged the coachman: "Hurry up, my cousin is thirsty." ”

The coachman flicked his whip: "It's too hot, and the horse can't stand it anymore." ”

The little guy was irritated and lowered the curtain of the car door, and muttered in a low voice: "This is really not the day to go out!" ”

Before the words fell, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the little servant's whole body was thrown forward, and his forehead touched the wall of the carriage.

"How did you catch the car?" The little guy lifted the door curtain and scolded.

The coachman pointed forward and said, "Little brother, there is a person standing, if I hadn't stopped the car just now, I would have crashed into it." ”

"Bump it, hit it!" The little guy who had just hit his forehead was angry and muttered.

"Who are you? Why stand in the middle of the road? The little guy asked.

"May I ask if it's Qiao Moqiao's son in the car?"

"That's right, it's our cousin, do you have something to do with our cousin?"

"It's not a big deal." The young man blocking the road stretched out his hand behind his back, revealing the knife in his hand.

The little girl's eyes widened, and his voice changed tone: "You, what do you want to do?" ”

The young man slowly raised his knife: "Kill someone—"

Under the bright sun, the white light flashed, and the long knife hit with a cold air.

The little guy shouted, "Wait-"

The knife was in mid-air.

"Wait until I get out of the way!" The little guy said the next words, hugging his head and running away.

The young man with the knife froze for a moment.

And such a little guy?

He quickly came back to his senses and snorted coldly: "Young Master Qiao, suffer death!" ”

The long knife was raised, the cold light flickered, and it slashed towards the carriage with a strong wind.

The coachman, who was already frightened, subconsciously raised his whip and whipped it fiercely at the horse.

The horse neighed and galloped forward.

At this time, the knife had already slashed into the wall of the carriage, and it was deeply sunk in, and the carriage suddenly moved, and the knife in the young man's hand suddenly took off his hand, and fell to the ground with the carriage running more than ten feet.

"Stop!" The young man picked up his knife and ran wildly.

The little guy shouted, "Take me!" ”

The young man stopped abruptly and turned around.

"You, what are you going to do?" The little guy took a few steps back, turned around and ran.

The young man flew up and kicked the little guy to the ground, and then chased forward for a while, but when he saw that he couldn't catch up with the carriage, he had to go back, and picked up the little guy who was kicked and stunned, Shi Shiran and left.

The coachman, who was nervous to the extreme, was afraid that the young killer would catch up, so he looked back frequently, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

Fortunately, he ran fast, but fortunately, the little guy was too stupid to drag the killer.

Under the scorching sun, the coachman flicked his whip desperately, and the wheezing sound of the horse pulling the cart was like a broken bellows, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

At that moment, the carriage fell on its side on the side of the road, and the coachman flew out and landed on the grass.

"Ahem, ahem." Qiao Mo's cough sounded.

It took a while for the driver who was blinded to get up and run over, and hurriedly lifted the curtain of the car door: "Cousin, are you okay?" ”

Qiao Mo leaned against the wall of the car, his face was a little pale, and he said weakly: "It's okay." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. Cousin, Ma Ge is dead, the old slave will help you go. ”

Qiao Mo walked out of the carriage and gently brushed the hem of his clothes, his expression remained calm: "No, let's go." ”

The coachman stared ahead with wide eyes and a look of horror.

Qiao Mo followed the coachman's line of sight, and saw a gray-clothed man wearing a dragon standing not far away with a sword, and after the eyes met in an instant, he walked in their direction step by step.

The coachman's face changed greatly: "Cousin, it's not good, there is more than one killer!" ”

He said how could he escape so easily, now he really has to give his life here!

Looking at the killer approaching step by step, Qiao Mo was in a somewhat solemn mood.

Miss Li told him that she had arranged for someone to pretend to be a killer to carry out an attack on the way back from Dafu Temple and kidnap the little girl, this scene had just happened, so what was the matter with the killer in front of her?

Why did the other party's momentum and faintly exuding murderous aura make him feel uneasy?

Qiao Mo slowly took a step back and thought of a possibility: Could it be that someone pushed the boat down the river, and used the strategy he and Miss Li set up to make a plan and send a real killer?

Qiao Mo is not afraid of death, as early as the fire in his home that he is familiar with every grass and tree, and his relatives were buried in that catastrophe, he has lost his fear of death.

But he is not afraid of death, but he can't die.

These thoughts flashed through Qiao Mo's heart, and he snorted coldly: "Run separately!" ”

The coachman was stunned, and then stretched out his arms to block in front of Qiao Mo: "Cousin, run quickly, the old slave will block for you!" ”

Before the words fell, the coachman screamed and was kicked to the side of the road by the killer who came over.

Qiao Mo turned around and ran.

The killer followed without saying a word, drew his sword out of its sheath, and stabbed Qiao Mo in the heart.

"Watch out—" shouted the coachman, trying to raise his head.

Qiao Mo stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground, just in time to dodge the long sword.

The killer gestured and raised his sword to stab at Qiao Mo, who fell to the ground.

"Be careful, cousin!" The coachman was frightened and shouted hoarsely.

The sword stabbed down, Qiao Mo rolled, the tip of the sword pierced into the ground, setting off a burst of dust, and then pulled it up again and continued to stab at him.

Qiao Mo's eyes were blinded by the dust, and he couldn't see the direction the sword came from, so he could only feel a chill enveloping him.

Seeing that the sword shining with cold light was stabbing at Qiao Mo's heart, the coachman was already frightened and shouted: "Cousin-"

The old coachman closed his eyes, waited for a moment and did not hear the screams, but heard the sound of metal clashing, and hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw a young man with ordinary eyebrows and eyes and a gray-clothed man wearing a power bully on his head were fighting back and forth, swords and swords, which was terrifying.

The old coachman got up, secretly took a breath to cheer himself up, his eyes stared at the two who were fighting fiercely, and at the same time tiptoed in that direction, and finally moved to Qiao Mo's side, seeing that the two of them couldn't take care of this side, they dragged Qiao Mo and ran.