"Ah Qiu!"

Weiyu hears someone calling for her, but she can't find a voice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The three musketeers are indeed good, and they are also well-known assassination masters in the rivers and lakes, and they have been mixed in the four major roads all the year round.

The reputation of these three people in the rivers and lakes is not boasting, otherwise the family that hired them would not have given them the task with confidence.

Feng Yan is a master of the Kyoto Guard, and her strength is quite good, and she can be said to be one of the top three seats of the Kyoto Guard of this generation, and after years of training, she obeyed the orders of His Royal Highness Wuzhong to protect Weiyu.

Command is command.

The situation between the two sides has been unbearable for a long time, Feng Yan is the strength of one person, and after a long time of fighting, he actually shows a feeling of exhaustion!

The Three Musketeers recognized the opportunity, while retaining their own physical strength, no longer exerting themselves with her, and preparing to kill with one blow.

Feng Yan knew herself, and she had also heard of the Three Musketeers, and knew that she couldn't fight for a long time, so she had to fight quickly, so she started to strike, but it was just a swift momentum to gain the first opportunity, and this confrontation still needed skills.

"Array!"

The three musketeers immediately withdrew from it, and the three of them formed an inverted triangle and threw out a burst of swordsmanship, which was rapid.

Feng Yan is also adjusted to her best condition, ready to meet the heaviest blow at any time.

"Kill!"

The three of them roared in unison.

Break!

Feng Yan's only thought in her heart.

Just as Feng Yan was concentrating on breaking through this blow, the sword waves of the three of them, which were originally in a combined state, suddenly split into two strands, the powerful one rushed towards Feng Yan, and the other rushed straight towards the direction where Weiyu was.

"Despicable!"

Feng Yan swung a sword and broke through the sword wave, but she couldn't block the other sword wave.

The Three Musketeers immediately sneered, their task was to assassinate, only in the result, as for the process, they would not care at all.

"Ah Qiu!"

Weiyu finally heard the voice.

Song Yu came on horse, used the greatest strength in his life, and went straight to Weiyu.

Seeing that the person protected by the master was stabbed to death, which was impossible for the Kyoto Guard to do, Feng Yan moved her wrist, picked up a gust of knife wind, and rushed towards the horse where Weiyu was.

The black horse rose up to the sky, stood with two hooves, and the raised body of the horse just caught another sword wave, the Weiyu on the horseback was caught off guard, and it was about to be shocked by the frightened horse.

Walk away.

Everything is in the blink of an eye, at a fast pace.

Feng Yan saw that Weiyu had left, and she had no scruples, so she raised her knife and threw out a solemn voice.

The three musketeers, go down with this sunset!

When the three musketeers saw that the target was rescued, they immediately became angry, and the three of them retreated together, wanting to chase after them.

But how could Feng Yan give them a chance.

A knife in hand.

Kill them!

Feng Yan's momentum was too strong, and the three of them had to watch the target go away.

"Come on. ”

Feng Yan said softly.

The three of them didn't dare to take it lightly, this woman would not let them go. They all clenched their swords - it was a hard battle.

****

Weiyu, who was in shock, was sitting on Song Yu's horse at the moment.

The horse jumped up suddenly, which made her feel frightened for a long time, and she didn't slow down after leaving there for a long time.

"Ah Qiu, are you okay?"

After walking a long distance, and not seeing those people catch up again, Song Yu gradually slowed down, and also felt that he was tired now because of the excessive force he had just exerted.

"Teacher, what are you calling me?"

Xu is the cool breeze in the running has made Weiyu sober up a lot, and since she heard the call, Song Yu has been calling her, Ah Qiu.

Song Yu's pupils widened suddenly, yes, what did he call her?

Chewie?

Incredible.

Weiyu could see from his expression that he didn't know why this was the case, and he didn't delve into it anymore, and pulled away from the topic,

"Those shouldn't be able to catch up, right?"

Song Yu came back to his senses and nodded sluggishly, "It shouldn't be able to catch up." ”

The two were silent for a long time, Weiyu looked into Song Yu's eyes, and saw endless sadness in his deep eyes.

Maybe it was the infection of emotions, and Weiyu was a little more stunned in her heart.

"Teacher, but I remembered something sad?"

Weiyu breaks the silence.

Song Yu raised his eyes to look at her, and from this face that had not been with him for more than a month, he couldn't find the shadow of Ah Qiu.

Maybe it was in a trance, in a haze, in a fantasy, he thought she was her, but Rao was the reality that woke him up and let him know that the person in front of him could not be Ah Qiu—the two of them were just the same age and similar in temperament—and he comforted himself like this again.

Song Yu nodded, which was an acknowledgement.

"But what did Thirteen remind the teacher of?"

Weiyu then asked.

Song Yu has woken up from her own kingdom and found that her emotions have affected her, which is why she is so sensitive.

"The teacher is fine, don't worry. ”

Seeing that Song Yu didn't want to mention it, Weiyu didn't ask any further.

Song Yu straddled the horse, and when he turned around to carry Weiyu down, he found that there were blood stains on Weiyu's calves.

"Hiss......"

When Song Yu touched it, Weiyu felt the pain in her legs.

All of Fang Cai's attention was on the tension of falling from his horse, unaware that the sword wave that rushed towards Weiyu had already injured her.

Song Yu hugged her down and asked her to sit down first and check the wound.

"I'm sorry. ”

In order to check the wound, it was necessary to remove the clothes on her legs, and Song Yu only paid attention to her wounds at this time, and couldn't care so much.

Thinking of her healing ability, Weiyu tried not to show that it was very serious, but the wound on the palm of an adult's leg did not allow her to lie.

"Teacher, this is just looking crazy, but it's not serious. ”

Although she had changed her body, Weiyu once thought about whether her healing ability would decline, and even deliberately cut herself, but found that the wound could still heal.

Weiyu looked at the wound on the leg, and estimated that it would heal in five or six days, and this matter could not be publicized, otherwise when she arrived at Liufu, a doctor would come to see it, and the wound would heal too quickly, so it would not be explained.

Song Yu didn't speak, the wound was not deep, and it was clear from this look that Miss Thirteen said this just to not worry him.

Now there are still dangers around, and Song Yu is a powerless teacher, choosing here to heal his injuries must not be a good way, Song Yu first thought of returning to Liufu.

"There may be an ambush on the way back to Yanling, and we can't take any chances. Song Yu said to Weiyu, raised his eyes and looked around, continued, and asked Weiyu's opinion, "There are mountains around, I think you can dodge, let's find a place to hide first, okay?"

"Listen to the teacher. ”

Weiyu was injured at this time, and she was a minor, so it was not suitable for making any decisions.

Because it was a mountain road, it was inconvenient for the horses to travel, so Song Yu found a place to tie the horses and carried Weiyu into the mountains and forests.