On a wilderness in the north, a group of people walked slowly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crowd gathered, the neat footsteps, the huge shadows cast down, the unusually silent, nearly a hundred tall horses dragging the chariots almost equivalent to a small city forward slowly and steadily.

Deep ruts stretch endlessly in the rear.

From time to time there was the snorting and neighing of horses, and occasionally a few horses deviated a little, and a slender whip was immediately drawn like lightning, and the horses were immediately tame back on track.

The actual appearance of this magnificent chariot is simple, the color is black and gray iron blue, showing a strong thickness, and the curtains of the window lattices on both sides swing with the breeze, revealing a completely different scene inside.

The warm tone of the women's boudoir is full of flowers, the splendid is scattered, the wisps of light fragrance ooze out the silk, at first glance, the warbler and the swallow swallow evoke the spring shoots.

A voice faintly peeked through the gap in the curtain, and the tone was soothing, elegant, and pleasant as the ding dong of a clear spring.

"It's been a few days since I've been gone, when will I arrive, people are tired......

Then a vague sigh dissipated, and at that moment, the dust splashed by the horses' hooves, the whispers of the crowd, the dry bushes beside the road, and all kinds of ordinary things seemed to be painted with a different color.

The long whip that had spurred the horse before was retracted in a twist and turn, swift as lightning, clean, the hand holding the whip was steady and powerful, the bones were distinct, the nails were covered with a faint layer of iron gray, and the body was dressed in black, and the chest was embroidered with a pattern depicted by dark gold thread, which was obscure.

The owner of the hand, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with an indifferent countenance, seemed indifferent to everything around him, sat cross-legged on the edge of the car, closed his eyes, and paid no attention to the words that came out of the curtains.

Motionless, like a stone statue.

There was a long silence.

Suddenly, a hand poked out from behind the brocade, different from the former's hand, slender and even, the skin was like condensation, faint green, and the fingertips were pink and clear, and it gently fell on the young man's shoulder.

"Stones."

With anger and helplessness, the hand tugged at his clothes.

"Stone, talk to me."

The young man's eyes trembled, and he slowly spoke: "Ah Yu, it's not far away." ”

The hand tugged at his clothes and shook it gently, as if he was coquettish.

The young man leaned forward slightly, dodging the hand.

"It's not fun! Stuffy! ”

Sigh, then silence.

The young man frowned, raised the long whip in his hand, and corrected the horse's direction again.

The hooves of the horses rolled over the ground, the blades of grass that sporadically popped up on the ground, splashed thin dust, and the black-clothed people gathered around the chariots were silent, all of them carrying a narrow black package behind their backs, like a well-trained army, even the amplitude of the body swinging when walking was the same, no one spoke, only the sound of soothing breathing converged, bringing a strange silence and solemnity.

The young man sitting in front of the carriage turned a blind eye to them, as if they were just dead people, and the girl hidden in the chariot did not provoke these black-clothed men to hesitate for a moment, the huge wheels rolled, and no one knew where to go except the youth.

With a shriek, an afterimage streaked by, and suddenly, the nail landed on the ground where the horse's hooves were about to tread.

Without warning, the colossal chariot stopped, the horses in front of it stopped as if they were frozen, and the black-clothed men around the chariot all bowed down, and after reaching out, the black package was opened, like a bulging sail covering their figures, and no more movement was seen, and the silence of the wistling and screwing of stagnant water was crushed.

Countless sharp arrows, countless screams, and cold killing thoughts swept down, all falling on the immovable horses, and no blood was spilled out, and there were already thousands of holes and no vitality.

The second rain of arrows followed, and this time it shot at the man in black who unwrapped it, with precise and clear terrifying.

But one after another arrows fell on the unfolded black cloth, as if pierced into a weak mass of softness, the strength was completely lost, and he died halfway and fell to the ground.

The black cloth that made the tide of arrows return in vain was thrown to the ground the next moment, revealing the black-clothed man holding a bow and arrow with a small arm behind his back, and the pitch-black arrow feathers of different attacks were silver and white.

Pull the bow full of strings, and adjust the direction of your arms neatly.

The young man in front of the frame opened his eyes.

A flash of shining silver light shot out!

Bring up the blood that shoots in the distance.

All this happened in a short moment, and none of the horses who were hit by the arrow were spared, but at this time they all fell weak.

The huge chariot tilted because it lost its support, and the young man who had been sitting cross-legged and motionless finally moved, he jumped down, his feet were close to the ground, and he did not turn around, and his hands and ten fingers were attached to the lower edge of the heavy car wall, and the inclined chariot suddenly stood still, but the ground of the young man's feet seemed to be cracked and sunken with a heavy burden, and the meridians of his arms were densely bulging, and a faint heat spread from his whole body.

In this way, the young man slowly and steadily put down the behemoth by himself, and his gaze was always straight ahead.

After a rain of brilliant silver arrows fell from the bow, half of the black-clothed men who were hiding their faces abandoned their bows and drew their knives, stepped over the chariot, and rushed out over the young man who had always been silent about what was happening.

The remaining half stood still, ready to go.

And their enemies are also visible.

Not as cold and hard as the man in black, dressed in a gray linen dress, about forty people, did not cover his head and face with a scarf, only half of his face, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes, but such cold eyes were shaken in the face of the rushing man in black.

There is fear.

But he was still able to keep his composure, keep the attack formation undispersed, and immediately gave up the heavy bow, raised the crossbow in his sleeve, and the arrow feathers that had already been on the sleeve only needed to aim, not retreating, but waiting.

When the man in black was about a foot and a half away from them, the crossbow bolts were fired in a volley, making sure to inflict the greatest and best casualties.

But the figure of the man in black did not stop because of this, those crossbow arrows shot on their black robes, but did not penetrate the flesh, the sharp arrows did not pierce the seemingly thin layer of clothing, and the impact caused was not a lot at all, the people in black were indifferent, did not shout, did not retreat and stop, only still steady breathing, and the cold killing intent swept unscrupulously.

What followed was a scene like a straw harvest, and the steel knife was like a bamboo, cutting through the bodies of these people, flesh, skulls and bodies, and before the blood could gush, it had already been trampled to the ground.

It's just that as soon as they make contact, most of the people in Mai will fall, and the people after them will spread out slightly, draw their knives and fight back, and the next moment, the knife will also break people.

It's just two short efforts, and all of them are dead.

Leaving a stump and broken arm, to confirm that there was no survivor, the man in black did not hesitate, quickly turned back to the chariot, and surrounded him again in an orderly manner.

The young man didn't even look at it.

How many such attacks have you had?

I can't remember exactly.

At this time, the curtain was thrown away, and a figure appeared, and the young man turned around, knelt down on one knee, tilted his head slightly, looked at her, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"I'm afraid."

The young man gently took her hand and said, "It's all dead, no one will hurt you, Ah Yu." ”

He pressed his forehead lightly against her arm, feeling incredibly warm.

"No one can hurt you unless I die."

Again, he repeated, it was an oath and the whole of his life, everything.

Then she laughed.

Her fingertips ran across his sideburns.

"That's good."

Even if she would never forgive him.

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