In the thirty-fifth round, the British teenager was released to form a good relationship

(7) Xuanyuan pulled out the Huang Biao Shenjun from behind the house, jumped up, patted it on the mouth, and then grabbed the mane, and pressed his knees to give a command. Huang Biao's horse didn't make a sound, and the four hooves kicked open like a gust of wind and rushed out, and it was quiet in the dead of night, leaving a string of horses' hooves.

In the dark, there was a slight rustling sound, and a figure with both hands and feet followed, and the skill of walking between the treetops as if walking on the ground was by no means very comparable, only a father could do it. He secretly laughed in his heart, in order to hide from the vigilant Xuanyuan, and followed all the way to the east, chasing more and more energetically.

The barren mountains in the night, barren and desolate, even if the place is inaccessible during the day, it is night, and there is an indescribable loneliness and gloomy taste.

Xuanyuan got off the horse and let it rest on its own in a sparse forest at the bottom of the mountain. It was still early before the appointed hour, and he walked around the neighborhood to observe for a while, and there was no unusual movement, so he hid in a ditch and closed his eyes to recuperate.

I fell asleep in a daze. There was a faint cry of mourning, and when she opened her eyes, the grandmother girl was in front of her, her face was haggard, as if she was crying something, but she couldn't hear the sound, and she reached out to pull her in a hurry, but she was empty, but she was there, as if she was close at hand, but far away.

Xuanyuan was frightened awake, sweating profusely, his heart was beating wildly, looking around, the sky was full of stars, the night was cold, it turned out to be just a dream.

Although the urgency in the dream has passed, the urgency in reality has just begun, and the sky in the east has already shone slightly.

Xuanyuan jumped up and climbed up the side of the barren mountain, and under his feet, the soft and dry slope from time to time had clods of earth stirring the sand and collapsing and sliding, turning up yellow dust in the dark night.

The higher you climb, the steeper and more slippery the mountain becomes, the soil is loose, and there is almost nowhere to stay, and there is a danger of rolling down if you are not careful. But there seemed to be some kind of strong attraction hidden on the top of the mountain, and the subconscious told him that it was the call of the grandmother. With this source of motivation, everything is naturally in order.

When you climb to the top, you know that this place is not only empty but also quite flat. As far as the eye can see, the east of the earth is flushed with a vast red, and a lone tree stands in the center of the mountaintop, making people wonder why this only one tree lives alone on this barren barren mountain, and through the fading light, the trunk of the tree is clearly tied to a person.

A strong feeling rushed against Xuanyuan's sensitive nerves, prompting him to draw his knife and run without thinking. She didn't notice anything unusual in a certain part of the tree in time, and when she saw that the outline was the maiden, her anxious eyes flashed for a moment, and it was too late.

In the frightened eyes of the grandmother, the dust was flying, and Xuanyuan had been hung upside down on the branches of the big tree, swinging around, and the obsidian knife in his hand was taken off and pierced to the ground.

The boy stepped into a rope trap prepared for him with one end fixed in the dirt and the other tied to a branch. The taut and bent branch was bouncing in the reset at this time, pulling the young man's body and shaking up and down incessantly.

The gagged girl shook her head desperately, watching the young man fall into the trap, and tears welled up in her eyes.