Verse 38: The arrow, the man

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He became the most eye-catching point in the whole air.

The arrow was moving very slowly, so slow that it was always in everyone's sight, and with the movement of the arrow, the head only turned a slight angle.

The arrow went fast again, and in the blink of an eye it had gone through the long street, whistling straight for the distant figure.

Xiang Niang was in Qingniu's arms, but she felt that Qingniu's body trembled slightly, and it was just an instant of kung fu as usual, and she walked very steadily, very steadily.

Xiang Niang raised her head at this time, and saw that there was a faint trace of exhaustion on Qingniu's face, so she looked at him with concern.

From her eyes, Qingniu knew that Xiang Niang was asking him if he was okay and if he was tired. He shook his head, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

Xiang Niang was still not worried about him, seeing that Qingniu's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, she raised her hand and wiped it carefully with her sleeve, and suddenly felt that her clothes were a little wet, as if water had soaked into her clothes. Xiang Niang reached out and touched it, and when she saw it, her palms were red, all of which were bloodstains, and then she was shocked for a long time, and then hurriedly looked in that direction, and saw that the injured part of the green cow was bubbling with blood.

Xiang Niang wanted to cover the wound with her hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but found that she couldn't stop it, so she struggled to get out of Qingniu's arms.

"I'm fine." Green Bull Road. "I'm going to carry you home."

Xiang Niang's tears wet her eyes, and the tears fell straight down, but she no longer struggled, and obediently leaned on the arms of the green cow. After getting along for so long, she has long understood what kind of person Qingniu is, his person is the same as his name, because he is Qingniu, so he is very stubborn.

She knew that Qingniu's current situation was not ideal, so she tried not to cause him any trouble, and tried her best to let herself lean on him, even breathing very lightly, for fear that a big move would bring more fatigue to Qingniu.

The gurgling blood continued to bubble, Xiang Niang carefully covered the wound with her hands, one hand was not enough, just two hands. Blood rushes from the fingertips, from the palms of the hands, wherever there is a gap, desperately rushing wherever it goes.

Qingniu shook his head: "It's useless, don't get your hands dirty." ā€

Xiang Niang suddenly couldn't hear it, and even if she could hear it, she wouldn't pay attention to it, because her attention was now on the wound. Just like Xiang Niang, he also knows Xiang Niang very well, Xiang Niang is also a very stubborn person, a very stubborn person, so Qingniu stopped talking, he knew that no matter how much advice he did, it would be useless.

Such stubborn two people can be regarded as a perfect match when they can meet together, and they can only admire the coincidental arrangement of God.

Lord Wang sneered, his eyes were still fixed on Qingniu's back, and he said secretly: I see how long you can hold on. Pull the bow again, the bow is pulled so perfectly, as if it can't support it immediately with a little more force, and it is about to collapse, but it just doesn't collapse. The string of the arrow hissed a second time, and the vibration was even more violent, as if it was roaring in a muffled voice. When the arrow came out of the string, it could not be compared with the first arrow, this arrow tore the space in a trance, and even the trajectory with the arrow was not very clear, but a little black light could be faintly seen, like a black meteor crossing.

When Zhao Tiandi saw this arrow, he screamed hard, and he was saying loudly: Be careful, but when the sound came, it was far less intense than the sound of the arrow.

Xiang Niang's ears were not deaf, even more clearly than ordinary people, she heard something flying over, quickly and powerfully, followed by a muffled sound of inserting into the flesh.

The muffled sound was not loud, but Xiang Niang heard it more clearly than the arrow, her ears were close to Qingniu's chest, how could the sound from Qingniu's body be hidden from her ears.

She saw that Qingniu's face was rapidly pale, which was a sign of excessive bleeding and severe blood loss.

Qingniu shook his head, still saying that he was fine, but how could he be fine.

At such a juncture, Xiang Niang became more and more calm, she chose to believe in Qingniu, believing in the closest man who had accompanied her for many years, she nodded vigorously, clinging to Qingniu's chest, the wide and thick chest still brought her peace of mind, and she smelled the long-lost familiarity.

Her head was buried deeper and deeper, but the tears flowed more and more, like a flood that had dug an embankment, washing away the dried tears over and over again, and adding new tears.

She buried her head, not to seek stability, but just to let Qingniu see her tears in her eyes and see her crying.

She knew she couldn't let Qingniu be distracted anymore.

Qingniu grinned, and the sense of fullness in his arms brought him infinite peace of mind, as if with this woman there was a whole world. He wanted to laugh, even if the injuries on his body hurt and his spirit was tired. So he smiled, smiling like a child who had won a treasure, the blood in the mouth of the laughing couldn't hold back, and flowed out wantonly along the corners of his mouth, flowing on Xiang Niang's hair, flowing on her neck, leaving it on her light-colored clothes, printed with red, conspicuous and bright.

Lord Wang pulled his hands apart and drew his bow for the third time. He already had three arrows, and only three arrows, and this third was his last, and as he expected, it was also the one that sent the green ox on the road.

He did not draw the bow into a full moon like the previous two times, but only symbolically drew the string, and there was no force, the string was broken, the bow was broken, and the third arrow had flown away.

Without even the slightest warning, the third arrow disappeared from everyone's sight, silently.

But it's stronger than anything else.

Lord Wang wanted to float down, but his consciousness told him to watch the green cow fall with his own eyes. The wait was long and exciting. After all, there were still accidents that he didn't expect.

A shadow flew in midair, and a figure appeared. He reached out and clawed towards the void, seemingly grasping a cloud of air, and when he grasped it, an arrow was in his palm, and he firmly grasped it, it was the arrow that had disappeared.

He went around and around, jumped a few times, and walked several feet away in one step, and came to him in an instant. After standing still, I saw that this person was an old man, that old man Zhang.

Old man Zhang exerted his strength, stretched out his hand, and the arrow that had broken a few knots fell to the ground, and said, "Put a cold arrow on your back, your character is not good." ā€

Lord Wang squinted his eyes and turned cold: "Who are you?" ā€

Old man Zhang said: "It's a person who pities this couple." After a while, he said: "It's also a person who is looking for someone to settle old accounts." ā€

Qingniu himself can feel that it has reached the limit, his hand can no longer use force, can no longer hold the Xiangniang in his arms, his vision flickered, he couldn't see the road ahead, his spirit was dizzy, he knew that maybe he couldn't do it anymore.

When he thought so, as soon as the soles of his feet loosened, the man fell crookedly.

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