An Ning wiped away a handful of tears, as if she had come back to her senses - the man had survived. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she immediately turned around and hurried to the camp, only what she saw with her own eyes could she believe.

Yang Zheming saw her leave, frowned and took a deep breath before saying, "Help me up." Black Eagle carefully helped him to his feet, and several men in black ran over with stretchers and put Shizi on it.

Liu Niang leaned over to look at him and said with a smile: "Your Highness, no matter how docile a cat is, there are times when it bites, you have to be careful." Yang Zheming smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Take care of her for me." ”

If she knew that he was not dead, she probably would not want to see him in the next few days.

Liu Niang suddenly stepped forward, and her fingers rested on Yang Zheming's wrist.

This kind of behavior is extremely inappropriate, Black Eagle just wanted to take a step forward, but Liu Niang frowned and said: "Your cold poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and it will be difficult to eradicate it in the future." Her eyes fell on him: "In order to obtain the heavenly opportunity, you are also ruthless enough to yourself, don't you know that this is in exchange for Tianshou?" ”

Yang Zheming said calmly: "I know the consequences. ”

Liu Niang withdrew her hand: "That person is good to you, and he also practiced the 'elixir' for you and saved your lifeline, but if you toss like this for three more days, even if the Tianluo Immortal comes, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you." ”

As she spoke, she also flicked the handle of the knife inserted in Yang Zheming's abdomen, and a slight vibration of her fingers would only make the wound more painful.

Yang Zheming covered the wound with his fingers, his whole hand was wet and covered with blood, obviously in urgent need of healing, but he was able to talk and laugh with Liu Niang, as if he didn't care about his life: "Lord Qinghua, your medical skills seem to be good, do you know a little bit about all the talents in the nine clans?" ”

After all, Honghuang and Xuanhuang have mastered the four years of time, and it is not impossible to extract the essence of the nine clans in this long and long history of Honghuang.

Liu Niang smiled, raised her hand to support her sideburns, took a step back, and walked towards the camp: "Young man, there are some things that you better know less." ”

Yang Zheming closed his eyes and lay on the stretcher, coping with the pain caused by the wound with peace of mind, and his face turned pale and dead.

Black Eagle hurriedly ordered the men in black to send his master to the camp immediately.

The group was hurrying in the dark, Yang Zheming closed his eyes, but suddenly opened his mouth and ordered, "Go...... Call the Bright Moon and Jewel. The voice was cold and chilly unlike usual.

Black Hawk's expression was grim, and he immediately took the order: "Yes......"

An Ning ran to the tent, which was dull and smelled of blood. , Qingyan stood beside Qiao Si with a tired face, and commanded in a low voice: "Look at him for twenty-four hours, and notify me immediately if there is a fever." ”

Qiao Si's clothes were cut, and there were bloody cotton cloths and scissors everywhere, and half of his body was bandaged. The severed arm was resting on the kang, lonely as if abandoned by someone, and the flesh and blood were exposed, and it could be seen clearly under the lamplight.

An Ning felt a feeling of nausea welling up in her chest after taking a look, and hurriedly covered her mouth and ran out, vomiting out all the contents of her stomach.

A pair of gentle hands held her and caressed her back to make her more comfortable. Before An Ning could turn around, he felt a pain in his mind and fainted.

In the confusion, someone hugged her, put her on the warm bed, and said in a gentle voice: "I'm too tired...... Too nervous...... I haven't slept well in the past few days......"

There was something cold on her head, and someone sighed: "At a young age, I worry too much, it's not good......"

In my memory, it seems that someone said that to her.

It seems to be called ...... Dong Jingyi...... Before he could think more clearly, An Ning completely fell into a dreamless sleep.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the vast grassland can only be guided by the stars, and the surrounding body is pitch black, and sometimes there is the roar of wild beasts, passing through the plains, echoing in the dead land.

Su He led his remaining men and horses to gallop into the wilderness, the cold wind was cold, and the eastern sky lit up. The sun is about to rise.

The fog on the grassland gradually dispersed, and then suddenly a melodious flute sound came from far away, which made people seem to be clear and clear, and seemed to fall into an extremely mysterious situation.

On the side where the sun is slightly exposed to the ground line, in the meager morning light, a beautiful light is emanating from the clouds.

On the raised grassy slope of the ground line, two women stood.

The wind lifted their long dresses, the sunlight refracted behind them, one holding the piccolo and the other holding the bell in his hand, as if playing a song and dance between heaven and earth.

Su He frowned, and immediately turned around and said, "Cover your ears." ”

But almost everyone looked at the beauty on the haystack obsessively, revealing a look of amazement and obsession.

Oops.

Su He just wanted to press his hand on his blade and use pain to save some reason, his fingers were like holding the handle of the knife, but he found that his body couldn't move.

There is a fragrance in the air, as if the whole body is relaxed in a beautiful song and dance, the body is lazy, not wanting to move, as if falling into a sweet dream.

Zhuji was still playing the piccolo, and Su He, who walked into the horse while shaking the bell, looked up at him.

"Shizi is angry that you disrupted all his plans."

Su He sneered: "So he sent you here to kill me?" ”

His demeanor was playful and indifferent: "It's okay, anyway, I'm not much different from the dead." "His identity, his siblings, and his cronies are all buried in the palace of the king of Beirong.

"Gifts are still exchanged, and the prince has a gift for you, which is right as a farewell gift." Kyaukyue said in a cold voice, "It's a gift in return." ”

Su He struggled for a moment, but did not struggle away, and the fear of being controlled swept over.

After Jiaoyue finished speaking, she shook the bell, and Su He's eyes were confused, and he completely fell into a psychedelia.

He dismounted like a puppet and pulled out his sword, and Kyaukyue whispered a few words in his ear. Su He nodded and walked towards his soldiers.

The flute grew louder, and the soldiers sat motionless on their horses, as if they were stunned by the sight of their eyes.

The bright moon watched quietly, and in the first rays of morning light, the eyes reflected the color of blood.

The sun gradually rose and eventually jumped out of the clouds and lit up the whole land.

Su He suddenly felt smart and woke up from freezing.

He sat alone on the cold grass, holding a knife in his hand, the wounds were sparkling and bloody, and the blades were bent, as if he had been slashed many times.

He looked up, and there was a dead silence around him, and all his soldiers, all his horses, fell to the ground.

There was a river of blood and a dead silence.

He staggered to his feet, his whole body aching, and his face was covered in blood, which was flowing into his eyes and mouth. Bitter and sticky.

He threw away the knife, his eyes full of fear, and he raised his hand, his palm cracking because it was too hard.

"Do you want to know what's going on?" Suddenly, a female voice behind him, Jiaoyue stood lightly behind him: "Do you want to remember what happened?" ”

Su He's eyes crossed with fear, and he suddenly bent down to pick up a knife and wiped it on his neck.

Halfway through the hand, he couldn't cut it down, as if he was invisibly disobeying his orders in his mind.

He doesn't want to die, it's better to live than to die.

Jiaoyue smiled: "It's late, don't think about committing suicide." Jewel lifted the flute and began to play the flute.

Memories rushed through his mind.