The sky and the earth are vast, and the night is dark.

There was no glimmer of stars and moon in the sky, and the goose-feather-like snow whistled down with the wind, freezing cold.

Having just experienced the war, in the camp of ink painting, everyone is so tired that there is no more noise.

In this battle, it was ink painting that won.

The head of the night sacrifice of the commander of Na Xichuan was cut off by the general's sword.

The dragons had no leader, and Xichuan was even more chaotic, becoming the end of the strong crossbow, and retreating ten miles.

However, few people were happy with such an ending......

The crowd turned their eyes to the commander's tent, muttering a plea for peace.

They knew that the colorful mist they encountered in the woods was a poisonous barrier, and if it hadn't been for the princess to solve it later, they would have been just a corpse now, but because of this, the princess was hit by an arrow from the enemy, and her life and death are still uncertain......

The boss was almost mad today, and even the most senior soldier in the army had never seen him so fierce and furious. It's like an angry lion, and it's like a killing god descending, and whoever catches him will tear him to pieces.

Not only did the opposing commander die under his sword, but nearly 10,000 Xichuan soldiers returned to their hometown under his anger.

Later, Xichuan withdrew his troops, not so much because of the general trend, but because he was afraid of him......

The god of war of ink and wash, the supreme existence in the hearts of ink warriors, reached the extreme at that moment.

And this qiē is only because of one person......

Basins of blood and water were brought out of the tent, and the bright red color was so dazzling that it made people's hearts tremble. Large snowflakes fell into it, but they couldn't hide the striking red.

"Quacks! Quack! A bunch of quacks! ”

There was another low roar from the tent, hoarse and furious. There is no trace of the majesty and calm reason that is usually present.

Nangong Yue and several lieutenants listened outside the camp, and they all secretly shook their heads and sighed.

If the princess has a chance this time, I'm afraid that the boss will really go crazy......

Ling Yichen was indeed going crazy.

The five military doctors were kneeling on the ground and trembling at this time, and none of them dared to step forward.

The arrow almost didn't reach the shoulder of the princess, and the bones were deep visible, and it was not easy to take it out. What's more, the arrows are full of hooks and barbs!

This kind of thing has to be taken out, and it has to be peeled off alive. And the princess has already shed so much blood, her body can't support it at all! How dare they......

Ling Yichen's eyes were red, as if he was about to drip blood, and his big palm held Qing Li's hand tightly.

Cold. Wan. Soft, without a trace of strength......

Losing her vitality, she is like a porcelain doll, which will break when touched.

Under the light, her face was white and transparent, her lips were gray, and her already thin figure looked even thinner.

He wanted to see her open her eyes and smile at him. But those beautiful phoenix eyes were tightly closed at this time. No matter what he said or shouted in her ear, she ignored him......

Isn't it, forever, ignoring him anymore......

Ling Yichen's last sanity almost collapsed, burying his face in the palm of her hand, and his mouth just kept talking, talking, and shouting her name.

An Ning cried so much that her voice was hoarse, and she walked over and knelt down in front of the five military doctors, crying and begging: "Please, please save Miss......"

The five military doctors trembled all over, and they hurriedly knelt down and bowed their bodies, deniing that they could not be healed.

Really, if it is well healed, if it is bad, then there are nine heads that are not enough for the prince to cut off!

Gao Ying snorted coldly, covered his still sore shoulders, and kicked down heavily at the five military doctors, "Idiot! Mediocre person! As for people like you who are greedy for life and afraid of death, how can you talk about healing people? ”

Those people were scolded so much that they didn't dare to fight back.

Between the stalemate of several people, the tent curtain shook for a while, and before the people outside the tent could react, a white shadow quickly flashed in and went straight to the unconscious Qing Li on the bed.

The people present were shocked, and the ann cried out with a "wow", and ran over and knelt in front of the visitor, "Hall master! Save Miss! ”

An Ning's voice made people suffocate, Ling Yichen almost eagerly raised his head from Qing Li's hand, and when he saw Qing Luo staring at the person on the bed, his original dead heart seemed to come alive again.

He sat on the ground almost weakly, watching Qing Luo unable to say a word.

"Get out! Get out of here! Qing Luo let out a low roar.

I don't know if it's a heavy mood or a mixture of anger, the voice at this time is like a sand and stone grinding, rough and unspoken, not the old man who used to be clear and clear.

An Ning obediently ran out, and the five military doctors hurriedly retreated as if they had been amnestied, Gao Ying only paused, sighed and went out, but Ling Yichen still held Qing Li's hand tightly and refused to leave.

"Let's go!" Qing Luo lifted him up hard, pushed him away, and when he wanted to step forward, he whispered, "Don't bother me here, if you don't want Li Er to have something, go out now!" ”

Those shallow words, every word knocked on my heart, suffocating.

Ling Yichen's hands trembled again, but he knew that he couldn't help anything, so he had to suppress the feelings in his heart and rush out.

The wind in the snowy night of Shuobei is like a ghost crying wolf, it sounds extremely penetrating, the sharp wind knife and snow sword, his skin is cut one by one, it is not painful, but it is biting cold.

The moment the arrow passed through her body, his heart seemed to stop.

How can she, who is so thin, support such strength?

He hated himself so much all of a sudden, why didn't he go any faster, why couldn't he stop it? Even if he bears it for her, he is willing......

Ling Yichen leaned against a dead tree, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained in an instant. He slid down weakly, and the snowflakes fell one by one, gradually covering his body, head, and clothes.

There were many people standing in the snow in the open air, and the dim and bright lights in the camp shone on the people, and they did not feel a trace of warmth, and every quarter of an hour seemed to pass extremely long......

After two hours, Ling Yichen sat on the dead tree in a dejected manner, his body stiff and almost immobile.

His hands were still stained with Qing Li's blood.

At that time, the viscous, crimson, warm blood was so stained on his hands, burning him and stinging him......

The door curtain moved, and Qing Luo's tall and emaciated figure appeared in front of everyone, behind the gray beard, his expression could not be seen, but the clear and wise eyes were bloodshot, and it was difficult to hide his exhaustion.

"Hall Master, Miss ......" An Ning's lips turned purple from the cold, her legs stiffly moved towards him, and her trembling voice was out of tune.

Ling Yichen's stiff back slowly straightened, and his deep gaze locked tightly on him.

Qing Luo glanced in Ling Yichen's direction and said lightly, "Take good care of her." As the words fell, the figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.

An Ning howled and cried as soon as he said "wow", which suffocated everyone who was already relieved.

Is this situation good or not?

Ling Yichen rushed to the inner room with an arrow step.

There was a strong smell of blood, bright red blood, the face of the person on the bed was bloodless, and he was sleeping evenly, and the arrow at the wound had been removed, but it was nowhere to be seen.

He hid his face and was shocked, and his heart finally fell after a night of mentioning. Buried his head in her ear and whispered over and over again.

……

The military camp in Xichuan has undergone a major renovation, and it is a mess and mourning.

The death of the night sacrifice made the soldiers panic, and their emperor of Xichuan had been locked in the tent since his return, and the door was closed, and only a few lieutenants comforted the wounded.

Gu Shaojue sat on the circle chair almost weakly, his expression seemed to be frozen, and his eyes were full of great sadness.

Not for the fiasco of this battle, but the moment he saw the man fall on the snow, all his strength was drained......

Looking down at his hands, Gu Shaojue couldn't believe it, he actually acquiesced to someone else to shoot her.

The woman he hated for more than ten years, and let him not hesitate to bid two million taels to assassinate the woman who wanted to be assassinated by the Venerable Master, and at the moment he fell, he would be so heartbroken that he was suffocated.

He listened to Master chant her for more than ten years, and because of this, he regarded her as an imaginary enemy for more than ten years, but in these lonely years, it was her name that accompanied him through.

Qing Li......

Qing Li......

This name that he was already familiar with in his heart, the woman he cared about and hated, with his acquiescence, no longer knew whether she was alive or dead......

"Haha......" Gu Shaojue suddenly laughed, and the more he laughed, the louder he became.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and he watched in astonishment as a large black leather glove palm grabbed his neck.

Shocked to raise his eyes, he saw a man wrapped in a pure black cloak and wearing a silver-white mask on his face looking at him coldly.

The inky black and violent eyes contain monstrous anger, and just one fuse can swallow life and dismantle it into the belly.

"Master......" Gu Shaojue's face turned red, and his hands wanted to break Shulian's palm, but it was only in vain.

Shu Lian looked at him coldly, her black eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood, and she said in a low voice in a hoarse voice: "I said that you are not allowed to touch her, but you are taking it as a deaf ear!" ”

His subordinates used gravity again, Gu Shaojue's face was a little bruised this time, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he looked at Su Lian hazy in front of him, but there was a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth.

That is the master who he has been a teacher and a strict father since he was a child, not only has he never said a word of encouragement and support to him since he was a child, but at this moment, he even has a murderous intention against him......

It turns out that in the heart of this poisonous demon, his own in-law apprentice is not as good as an outsider!

He never knew why Shulian would be so good to Qing Li! Isn't he a mortal enemy with Qing Li's grandfather? Why can you still pity your opponent's granddaughter in every way?

His gaze fell on the silver mask, and Gu Shaojue's eyes became deep and unpredictable.

Yes, the poisonous demon Shulian never shows his dignity in front of outsiders, perhaps, all the secrets are hidden under that mask...... (To be continued......)