Soon the people behind him caught up with him, which made him have to stop from time to time to deal with the various hidden weapons behind him when he fled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this way, while running to deal with the pursuers behind him, half a day has passed.

The half-day rout has already exhausted the little physical strength that was recovered earlier.

Half a day of running and fighting, his spirit, which had not fully recovered, became even more tired.

His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his face was covered with dust, his clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and the long sword in his hand was gone.

The current Xue Wuying, it is more polite to say that he is embarrassed, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that he is like a lost dog, this is his current situation.

His physical strength had been depleted, and his pursuers had forced him into an open place.

After half a day of running, he no longer knew where he was now, only that this place was very quiet and remote, and no one would come here. The clearing is covered with grass and wildflowers, and the colorful wildflowers dot the green grass, like jewels from the sky falling on earth.

In the middle of the meadow, there is a mound of earth, the grass on the mound is very neatly trimmed, and there is a wooden sign in front of the mound, which is a blank wooden plaque, without a word.

This is obviously a tomb, and no one knows who the owner of the tomb is.

The tomb was apparently cleaned regularly.

Xue Wuying was surrounded here,

There are no superfluous words, what should have been said has been said a long time ago, and now there is nothing to say.

Since there is nothing left to say, there is only one way left, to do it.

Zhang Yijian's short sword was so fast, so fast, and so ruthless, and the shots of the Shuanghou in Sichuan were still so stable and accurate.

Soon, Xue Wuying was forced by the three of them to the tomb in the middle of the clearing, the wooden plaque had been discounted, the soil on the tomb had also been beaten everywhere, the tomb had already been opened, and there was nothing in the tomb except for a coffin and a few clothes, and there was not a single dead person.

It turned out to be just a well-dressed mound, no wonder there was no name on the tombstone.

Zhang Yizhen didn't want to care, they just wanted to catch Xue Wuying and take him away.

Xue Wuying didn't care about it, he didn't have time to care about why this tomb was a clothed mound, he was already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it was difficult to protect himself, where could he still take care of other people's affairs.

Zhang Yijian and they had forced Xue Wuying into the clothed mound.

Xue Wuying stood in the empty coffin, he couldn't even squeeze out a bitter smile on his face, he didn't have the strength to laugh anymore, he didn't even have the strength to laugh.

Standing in this grave that seemed to have been dug for himself a long time ago, there was nothing but despair in my heart.

In the midst of these barren mountains and mountains, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to laugh, let alone escape.

In this inaccessible mountain, no one will come, and no one will come to save him.

At this time, no matter who has only despair in their hearts, there will be no other thoughts than despair.

Zhang Yichen slapped it with one palm, and rolled Xue Wuying on the ground a few times, and the dirt also splashed high, and Xue Wuying, who was covered in mud, was even more embarrassed.

Zhang Yijian's face was full of smug smiles, and there seemed to be a smile on the cold face of the Shuanghou in Sichuan.

The short sword in Zhang Yijian's hand was raised again, and if this one stabbed down, he was absolutely sure to pierce Xue Wuying's throat.

At this time, even a three-year-old child could pierce Xue Wuying's throat.

The sword light flashed, and the Shuanghou of Sichuan also closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the result.

Xue Wuying's throat was not pierced, and no blood splattered out.

Someone flew out, and the person who flew out was not Xue Wuying, who couldn't move, he was still lying on the dirt next to the coffin.

The person who flew out was about to pierce the person's throat, and almost at the same time as he flew out, a terrible shout sounded "Liuying". The shout was so heart-rending that it reached people's ears, and tears almost couldn't help but flow out.

With a "bang", Zhang Yiji fell to the ground fiercely, and the shouts of "Liuying" in his ears did not stop.

This time he fell straight to the point that Venus appeared in his eyes, and he almost didn't break the bones of his whole body.

A man whose face was completely covered by his beard and hair appeared in the center of the field, and the heart-rending "Wandering Warbler" was shouted out of his mouth.

How he appeared in the field, no one could see clearly, as if it had fallen from the sky, and as if he had been there all along, but he was an invisible person, and everyone couldn't see it.

This man, who could see but his eyes and could no longer see the rest of his face, stood on the edge of the mound with tears on his face, holding a handful of dirt in his hand and crying. The mouth is still muttering: "Flowing warbler, flowing warbler, I didn't protect you, I didn't protect you!"

Everyone in the scene where this madman was crying felt sad, and they almost couldn't help but cry with him.

After crying for a while, the madman suddenly jumped up, stood in front of Zhang Yijian, reached out and grabbed his clothes, and said, "Why do you want to let the warbler not have peace? Why do you dig up the grave of the warbler?"

Zhang Yizhen said in his heart: "Why am I so unlucky, I met a madman, and I saw that the fat sheep in my hand was not caught." "How did this madman shoot and throw himself out, he didn't know, because he didn't see it at all, he just felt that his arm was thrown out as soon as he tightened, and he didn't know how the numb hole on his body was pointed.

This madman's martial arts are very high, and he will never be his opponent, so he doesn't dare to say anything unclean, and says, "We didn't mean to. ”

The madman said: "Didn't you mean it? The wandering warbler didn't provoke you when she lay here, you just didn't mean it?"

This madman is not only crazy, but also a little unforgiving. The more he talked, the more excited he became, the more angry he became, his eyes reddened, his hands trembled, and his breathing became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly, the madman circled around everyone again, and threw everyone out of the field, this time causing some people to fall on all fours, some vicious dogs eating, and one unlucky ghost hit the ground with his head first, and broke his neck, and died without even screaming.

Xue Wuying's luck is not bad, it's not that he hasn't been fallen, it's just that the posture of being thrown out is better than most people, and his ass hits the ground first. I just feel that the buttocks, which were originally only two petals, are now not just two petals, but have become four petals. "I was already unlucky, and I had to be thrown hard by a madman, which was really a bloody mold, and I had to be beaten more before I died. ”

Everyone had the same idea as Xue Wuying in their hearts, and they all felt that they didn't look at the yellow calendar when they went out today, so they would be so unlucky and beaten by a madman.

The complaint in their hearts has not yet been issued, but the complaint of the madman has come out first: "What kind of bad luck did I have, but I met you people." I was going to stay with the warbler for the rest of my life, but you disturbed me. He cried and shouted, and tears and snot flowed out together, and he was as sad as he was.

A lean man muttered, "Wouldn't it be nice to bury it again, do you need to be so sad?" Although he was not convinced, he didn't dare to refute it directly, so he had to mumble softly.

The madman is not only good at martial arts, but also has good hearing, but the thin man's muttering voice was actually heard by him, and his bloodshot eyes glared at him, and said, "What did you say? Bury it again, where I will find another wandering warbler to bury again?"

The thin man trembled and said, "You didn't really bury people here, you just bought a few clothes, and then you just found a few more clothes to bury in them?" This even felt a little strange to himself, maybe it was the instinct to survive.

The madman seemed to have a little unclear mind, and said, "Didn't bury anyone, didn't bury anyone? Where did the person go?" grabbed the lean man's shirt and said, "Where did the person go?"

The lean man was taken aback, couldn't react, and asked, "Who and where?"

The madman pre-struck.

Fortunately, Zhang Yijian reacted and hurriedly said: "There is no one here at all, there has always been no one." ”

The madman threw away the lean man, came to Zhang Yijian, and asked, "You mean that there has been no one in this tomb?"

Zhang Yiji said: "Yes, you can see the clothes in the coffin. ”

The madman looked at the clothes in the coffin in a daze and didn't speak, and couldn't figure out how to tell from the clothes that there was no one inside.

Zhang Yiji explained: "If there is a corpse in the coffin, how can the clothes be the same as new?"

The madman muttered, "How could she be gone, I buried her here with my own hands?"

Zhang Yiji wanted to explain again, but the madman didn't give him a chance to speak, and roared angrily: "Get out, get out, get out, get out of here." ”

Zhang Yiji said: "We are here to catch a scum of the rivers and lakes." ”

The madman said, "No matter what you do, get out of here immediately, or I'll kill you all!"

This madman definitely has this strength, everyone is sure of that.

Zhang Yiji didn't dare to say anything more, so he had to leave with everyone.

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