"Click", the chain on the foot was unraveled,

"When did you steal this key?" Xiao Ying asked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Even when you were whipped by that jailer, you have to pay a price." Situ Ji touched his chin quite proudly. When Xiao Ying was wrestling with the demon beast, he was looking for weapons, so he was not seriously injured, but only had a little abrasion.

Xiao Ying glanced at him and didn't say anything, just tore off the hem of his shirt and put down a rag, and on his right leg, his thin white fingers were wrapped around and tightly tied the strip of cloth hastily. Leaning on the wood behind him, he closed his eyes and rested, ignoring the multiple abrasions on his body.

Situ Yong watched her finish treating the wound on her leg, and then closed her eyes and rested as if no one was around, raised her eyebrows, and sat down.

By this time it was getting dark.

On the other hand, the prince of Jin was furious and ordered the exit of the palace to be closed to traffic, the entrance and exit of the palace were strictly guarded, and the palace roads were strengthened to carefully inspect and capture the two "troublemaker" slaves alive. The crown prince of a country can control the entrance and exit of the palace, and that emperor must be in vain.

A bright moon in the sky, scattering the brilliance, a little starlight finely lined with black curtains, the palace high wall attic quietly bathed in the moonlight, occasionally torn by a large number of guards passing by in a hurry. Some insects and birds chirped in the bushes, but they were disturbed by the scolding and orders of the guards, and the mottled and sighing shadows of the trees reflected on the smooth marble floor, swaying lazily in twos and threes, until they were awakened by the fierce wind of the soldiers.

"We've experienced life and death now, and I don't know your name yet."

Situ took a piece of grass in his mouth, and leaned lazily on a pile of miscellaneous things, but his eyes were full of energy.

"My name is Situ Ji, Situ is Situ, the one who gathers energy and gathers spirits, what about you?"

"Xiao Ying, Xiao of musical instruments, Xiao of shadows." Xiao Ying replied with a flat expression, she sat on the wood, her left leg was bent, her injured right leg was flat on the ground, and the strip of cloth tied to her leg was very dazzling.

"Oh, a nice name, come and go without a shadow, where the heart desires, is where the body is." Situ Yi clapped his hands and continued, "Your parents must want you to live a chic life. ”

"I've always wanted to ask, is there a mole near your left eye, under your eyebrow? I always thought it was dirt sticking to your face. Situ Yong said and wanted to lean over to take a closer look, the red mole was enchanting, and it was terrifying.

This time, Xiao Ying didn't reply to him, turned his head, and said nothing.

The ground was dark with blood, and there were many wounds on her body, she held her hands on the ground, trying to straighten her back, Situ Ji could see the slight trembling of her hands.

"Don't hold on, after hanging so many colors, I'll go out and find you some medicine and a clean cloth, so that you can handle it properly." As he spoke, he had already stood up, his toes pointing outward, and Situ Yun waved his hand at Xiao Ying.

Sometimes a person's actions can tell his true intentions, such as the direction of his toes is the direction he really wants to go, and you can distinguish whether a person's words are deliberately contrived or sincere.

Since she was a child, she has been getting along with a group of people who compete for power and profit, compare with each other, and are not very friendly, although sometimes she will ignore them as much as possible, but she has become accustomed to being treated with an unfriendly attitude.

Indeed, it had been a long time since she had been treated with such kindness.

"Why?" Xiao Ying raised his head, and his eyes were full of rigorous and cautious seriousness.

"What, why," Situ asked.

"Why help me?"

Situ Yong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and squatted down with a smile,

"yes, you can't die anyway, I should leave you behind, it must be much easier to escape alone."

Then he stood up again, raised his eyebrows,

"But I wouldn't have been able to escape without you, so how do you think I'm helping you? Obviously you help me more? “

Situ Yong glanced at Xiao Ying suspiciously,

"Although I am not a well-known hero for the time being, but I also claim to be a righteous man, leaving behind my companions and running away alone, if you talk nonsense everywhere, won't it ruin my reputation, then how can I deal with myself among my peers?" Then he opened the door, walked out cautiously, and closed it softly.

Xiao Ying's gaze fell on the door that Situ Yu had closed before, cold and profound.

It didn't take long for there to be a soft creak, and the monk's hearing and eyesight were beyond ordinary people, even if he didn't have spiritual power, like Xiao Ying and Situ Yong, he could hear the movement early, and it was also based on this that the two of them passed by the guards searching in the palace several times.

Even though the moonlight was hazy and the outlines of ordinary people and things were blurred, Xiao Ying still recognized Situ Yong's sneaky and somewhat awkward figure.

"This is a bandaged cloth, I watched people hang on the shelves, and found a few clothes to tear off," Seeing Xiao Ying look at these strange-shaped strips of cloth with a puzzled face, Situ Yong's face was ashamed, and he quickly explained, "Don't worry, it's not a private thing, we righteous people are the most upright." ”

"But I didn't find the medicine, so I got some wine from the kitchen." Situ Yong said and squatted down and tore the fabric around the wound on her leg, "You bear with it," Situ Yong said seriously, picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and was about to spray it on the wound.

"Poof", I didn't expect a sudden slap on the head, Situ took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the other side, and the rest choked in.

"Ahem, what are you doing!" Situ has grown so big, it's the first time he has been slapped by someone,

"Good intentions are not rewarded."

"Dirty" Xiao Ying just replied lightly.

"You!"

Situ Yong instantly blushed to his neck, a handsome young man like himself, walking there is not sought after by countless beautiful girls, and he actually dislikes him with a few taels of meat on his body!

He was so angry that he couldn't hold back a word, and slammed the wine bottle into smashing, but in the end it fell roughly, but it didn't smash it.

He angrily took a few steps back and found a comfortable corner, clasped his hands on his chest, looking like I'm not happy, don't mess with me, and kept muttering, "Good intentions are not rewarded." ”

Xiao Ying didn't look at him again, picked up the wine bottle, poured it on his back, and just wiped it clean with a cloth on his legs. Situ saw the muscles in her legs twitch unconsciously.

Xiao Ying leaned on the pile of debris, silent, but her eyebrows were slightly raised, and after a few minutes of silence, she skillfully bandaged the wound.

Situ Ji inexplicably felt that her appearance was a little desolate, quite like an injured little beast **** wound alone, and obviously used to it.

It is still the sinking moon, pressing on the treetops, although the shape of the trees is sluggish, but the shadows of the trees are upright, there is a wordless confrontation, as if the night is an unyielding struggle, the silence with the vitality of oppression, is slowly budding and rejuvenating.

After treating the wound, Xiao Ying also leaned against the corner, but her back was still straight, I don't know if she was afraid of touching the wound or if she was used to it.

The two of them fought and fled with the beast for a day, and they also suffered a lot of injuries, Situ Ji was beaten by the Zhuji monk before, and under the fatigue and highly concentrated mental pressure of a few days, they seemed to sleep very soundly, as for how well they really slept is unknown.