When Willow Branch and New Sprout returned, they saw that the light in the house was dark, and the two of them wondered:

"The two girls have rested so early?"

When the door was opened, it was dark, but they only felt a pain in the back of their heads, and they immediately fell unconscious.

Xiahou Ying and Fu Nianjun threw away the porcelain pillow and porcelain bottle in their hands, and apologized to them in their hearts.

The sweat medicine is not enough, and it can only be like this.

The two quickly stripped off the willow branches and sprouts and changed into clothes, pushed open the door and flashed out.

The lights in the courtyard were not bright, so quiet that they could hardly hear human voices, and the two quickly arrived at the gate of the courtyard, only to see that the two Khitans had fallen asleep on the ground.

Xiahou Ying reminded Fu Nianjun that this sweat medicine was originally only enough for one person, but now that they are used for the two of them, it is difficult to guarantee that they will wake up soon, so their movements must be fast.

During the day, Fu Nianjun had already figured out the location of this post house under the pretext of walking, she was quite better than ordinary women's ability to recognize the way, not to mention that this was a matter of life and death, so she was more cautious, and immediately took Xiahou Ying's hand and ran to the nearest east door of the road.

The two of them didn't say a word, but they seemed to be carrying two little rabbits in their arms, and they kept jumping and fluttering.

Although Xiahou Ying is from the rivers and lakes, she has never experienced such a tense situation tonight, although she does not show it on her face, but she is very bottomless in her heart.

Fu Nianjun's hand had just touched the deadbolt, but he heard a sound in the grass behind him.

Xiahou Ying couldn't help but snort.

A tall black shadow stumbled out and spoke in Khitan dialect:

"What people!"

The hairs on Fu Nianjun's back immediately stood upside down.

She recognized the voice.

This is the fierce Khitan named Nuhe who almost slashed them with one sword.

Yes, he hates the Han people, how could he go to the banquet of Governor Yang's mansion.

Fu Nianjun had seen his force, and for a while he grabbed Xiahou Ying's hand and motioned her not to move.

Nuhe drank too much wine, and he was confused, but at this time, looking at it through the hazy moonlight, he could still see that these were two women.

He took a sip, then burst out laughing, and then shouted in Khitan:

"Despicable Han women, things worse than sows, wait until I vent my fire first, and then kill you to be clean!"

So saying, he walked over to them.

Fu Nianjun knew from the first day that this Nuhe was a pervert who hated the Han people and had a twisted heart, but he ran into someone who was not good, but he ran into him.

Nuhe pounced on them, Fu Nianjun hurriedly pushed Xiahou Ying away, and got out of his armpit sideways.

Xiahou Ying sat on the side, although she was scared in her heart, she also knew that she couldn't scream at this time no matter what, otherwise their actions tonight would be in vain.

But don't say that the two of them are weak women who don't know martial arts, even ordinary two Han men can't cope with this Nuhe.

He stood in the doorway, like a mountain.

Fu Nianjun gritted his teeth, turned around and got into the grass on the right.

During the day, she was afraid of encountering an emergency, so she hid an arm-thick burning stick that she had brought out of the kitchen in the bushes.

She only wished no one found out.

Nuhe laughed behind her, and her mountain-like body rushed towards Fu Nianjun.

Fu Nianjun finally touched the burning stick, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately used all his strength to turn around and swung it towards Nuhe's head.

The burning stick was broken.

Nuch didn't expect this one to come out at all.

Fu Nianjun was half-sitting, and when she saw the figure in front of her, she paused, but she did not fall as she expected.

Her heart suddenly cooled.

The person in front of him seemed to raise his hand and touch his forehead, and then he was furious, scolding loudly in Khitan and swearing words, and immediately pressed on Fu Nianjun with a thunderous force.

Fu Nianjun couldn't dodge, and was pressed by him to half of his body.

The foul smell of cloudy wine in Nohe's mouth made her nauseous.

There was something hot dripping down her face, and Fu Nianjun knew that it was this Nuhe who was broken by her and the blood that flowed from his head.

His big palm grabbed Fu Nianjun's neck, and the rough palm was like the heaviest shackle, immediately taking away Fu Nianjun's breath.

There was no moment when she hated herself more than now that she was a weak woman, and in the face of this most primitive violence, she had no power to resist it.

Fu Nianjun tried her best to calm her breathing, suppressed the panic in her heart over and over again, turned out the sharp blade hidden by her waist in her palm, and slashed towards the side of his neck with all her strength when Nuhe scolded and leaned down again.

This sharp blade sharpened iron like clay, Fu Nianjun felt that he was too nervous, and his thumb brushed the blood that flowed immediately from the sharp blade, but at the same time, half of Nuhe's ear was cut off by her.

The palm of the hand is a piece of ** sticky.

Nuhe's big palm let go of Fu Nianjun's neck, and he raised his head and howled loudly.

Fu Nianjun knew that after this howl, someone would come over soon.

Before she could make a second stab, Nohe's right hand grabbed her neck again, ten times as hard as before, and even pinched her neck and slammed the back of her head to the ground.

Rao is wet and soft soil under Fu Nianjun's head, and he was also beaten to the point of gold stars.

It is conceivable that if it was Shizidi, I am afraid that she would have been brainy by now.

Fu Nianjun used his last strength to throw the blade in his hand and landed on the path of the gravel road behind Nuhe, making a crisp sound.

Fu Nianjun was strangled by the big palm, and his mind gradually became confused.

She felt like she was dying.

It's really strange, it was dark at night, but she seemed to be able to see two fierce green lights like wolves in the eyes of the person in front of her.

"Xia, Xiahou ......"

She couldn't even spit out the whole word.

There was only the filthy curse of this vicious Khitan in his ears, which rumbled like thunder.

But just in a moment, just when Fu Nianjun felt that he was about to die, Nuhe, who was lying on top of her, suddenly stopped moving, and screamed twice in his mouth, but he couldn't breathe and lay next to him.

Fu Nianjun didn't know where he got the strength, he didn't care about the dizziness and almost painful throat, crawled out from under him, and saw Xiahou Ying sitting on Nuhe's body, and the sharp blade was stabbed into the back of Nuhe's neck by her.

Fu Nianjun's heart was relieved, fortunately, fortunately, Xiahou Ying understood what he meant.

Time was pressing, Fu Nianjun seemed to hear footsteps in the distance, she pushed away Xiahou Ying, who was still stunned, pulled out the sharp blade, and the blood splashed on her front without realizing it, and then the next move, Rao is Xiahou Ying couldn't help but tremble when she saw it.

Fu Nianjun grabbed Nuhe's hair, then lifted his head, pulled the blade off, and wrapped his right hand around his throat, slashing his throat.