Chapter Forty-Nine: Tracing Followers
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Liu Lan said while taking out the fire fold.
Ning Chaolai was helpless, "There is no stove, and it is useless to have a fire fold." ”
Yes, everything is available here, but the stove is gone.
Liu Lan didn't give up, and was still rummaging around.
He didn't find it, but Ning Chaolai saw it.
The stove was thrown under a nearby peach tree, and there were still a few unextinguished carbon heads in the stove.
Touching the tea set, there seems to be a trace of heat left.
Ning Chaolai clenched his fists, someone had come long before them.
"Cousin," Ning Chaolai coughed twice and said, "It's too cold on the mountain, you go and bring my coat." ”
"How many hours does it take to go back and forth, not to go. The stove wasn't there, so I went to collect firewood. ”
Liu Lan got up to collect firewood, but unexpectedly he turned around, and Ning Chaolai had already slashed at the back of his neck with a hand knife.
Xu Shaoqiao held the fallen Liu Lan and looked at Ning Chaolai.
"Shaoqiao, you send him down the mountain."
"If there is something, how can I abandon you?"
Ning Chaolai couldn't help but say that he stunned Liu Lan, there must be a reason for it.
Judging by her cautious appearance, it is most likely that someone is ambushed in this forest.
He wouldn't let Ning Chaolai be in danger alone when he had an injury on his hand.
"Take him away quickly, you must send him to the bottom of the mountain and hand him over to Liu Ya'er unscathed, if something happens to him, I won't forgive you."
Ning Chao finished speaking, and ran towards the depths of the forest.
Someone wants her life, and she can't affect others, whether that person is Liu Lan or Xu Shaoqiao.
On one side is the distant Ning Chaolai, and on the other side is the unconscious Liulan.
Xu Shaoqiao cursed twice, and quickly carried Liu Lan out of Merlin.
The further you go into the forest, the heavier the smell of blood and the clearer the sound of weapons colliding.
The bitter cold wind brushed his cheeks, sharp as a sword, and stabbed his face painfully.
Ning Chaolai clenched a white jade folding fan in his hand and slowly approached the person in the fight.
When they saw her, they stopped.
Except for one uncle, the rest of the masked people were all people who came to kill her.
Taking advantage of the masked man's lack of reaction, Uncle Tai jumped out of the crowd in twos and threes, holding a sharp sword in front of Ning Chaolai.
"You go down the mountain quickly, these people are coming against me, and I have my own way to deal with it."
Uncle Tai said as he pushed Ning Chao back and forth with one hand.
He was wearing a black robe, and he couldn't see blood, but judging from the extra scratches on his body, these people were definitely not easy to deal with.
He said that these people came against him, and Ning Chaolai did not believe it.
Sure enough, the person headed by the other party said,
"I waited to come here to take the head of this woman, and the son was not lightly injured, so it is better to leave."
Ning Chaolai laughed, these people and the Qingfeng Inn were not a wave. How many people did she offend!
"Don't leave yet!"
Uncle Tai scolded Ning Chaolai and pushed Ning Chaolai back, but he pounced on the crowd, wanting to entangle and buy Ning Chaolai more time to escape.
If she wanted to escape, she could go while she was in the pavilion, but if she came, she wouldn't go.
Ning Chaolai used the folding fan as a weapon and joined the fight.
There are more than ten people on the other side, and all of them have good martial arts, above her, no wonder even Tai Shuhuan can't have the upper hand.
More than ten people were divided into two parties, one to deal with Tai Shuhuan and the other to kill her.
There was a huge disparity in martial arts, and Ning Chaolai was quickly defeated, but fortunately, he was prepared.
When everyone swung their knives at her, Ning Chaolai took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, took off the cork, and sprinkled it vigorously.
What is contained in the jade bottle is no different from poison, but if it is touched, no matter whether it is alive or dead, it will be corroded little by little, until it is completely corroded.
She sprinkled accurately, and her besiegers only cared about the deadly poison on her body, calling out, and had no time to care about her.
Jade Mian never appeared in front of her, but the gifts were very complete.
The party dealing with her was settled, and the person in charge ran towards her from Uncle Tai.
The long sword was slashed on the head, and it was very domineering.
Ning Chaolai raised the folding fan, and the folding fan was split in two.
Ning Chaolai held the half-left folding fan in his hand and watched as the tip of the sword pressed against her chest.
The man lamented, "If you are a beauty, you can't be hated by others, and it's only because you gave birth to a good skin that deceives people's hearts." ”
Uncle Tai fought fiercely with the rest of the people, and she couldn't save her, she knew that she was in a catastrophe.
Ning Chaolai simply threw away the half-cut folding fan in his hand and opened his arms.
If you have to die, why be afraid?
"Looking at the world, there are countless beauties, what is my skin. I don't have a life to live, so you might as well bring the people behind the scenes, so that I can die and understand. ”
"Let's ask Hades."
The sword pierced, and the flesh was torn open.
"I can die, but I can't die in vain."
Ning Chaolai grabbed the sword body with one hand, and let the palm of his hand be cut by the sword, and blood flowed down his fingers.
The long sword pierced his body, and the person in front of him turned hideous, and fell straight back, and the sword in his hand was withdrawn.
But it was Uncle Tai who threw the sword, which saved Ning Chaolai's life, and he himself was bare-handed, with countless wounds on his body.
Ning Chaolai leaned over, snatched the sword from the man's hand, and threw it at Uncle Tai.
The rest of the people saw that the leader was dead, and they could not gain the upper hand, so they evacuated one after another.
Fortunately, I wore a crimson shirt today, and I couldn't see a large area of blood soaked in blood on my chest.
Ning Chaolai bowed to Uncle Tai and said,
"Today, I still thank you for your life-saving grace, and I can't repay it, so I can only add one more to my previous promise."
Uncle Tai threw his sword, approached towards Ning Chaolai, and asked,
"I left you a mark, didn't you see?"
Ning Chaolai likes to observe the surrounding environment, and he deliberately threw the stove in the corner of the tree, just to remind her that this place is dangerous and not to approach.
But she still came.
Desperate to come, just to ask who those people are going to kill her?
Is life important, or is the truth important?
"I saw it, I just wanted to see who saved me, but it was Lord Yilang."
In the Qingfeng Inn, it was Yumian who asked him to save him, Ning Chaolai didn't believe that this time he still received Yumian's prompting.
The one who killed her would not be the person of the jade face every time, and the jade face would not be able to know so accurately that she was in danger every time, let alone let Uncle Wan come to the rescue every time.
If there are too many coincidences, it is not fate, but necessity.
"You doubt me?" Uncle Tai tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Ning Chaolai shook his head, "The adults are desperate to save each other, and they are scarred, if I doubt it, how can I not be ungrateful." It's just that adults are outnumbered, and I don't want adults to live like this. ”
Ning Chaolai dared to swear to the sky, this is the truth.
The days when life is in danger anytime and anywhere are really not people's lives.
Uncle Tai is always radiant, handsome and outstanding, a handsome son praised by everyone, but at the moment his face is pale, his body is embarrassed, and he has no vitality.
Ning Chaolai couldn't bear it.
It doesn't matter if she lives or dies, but she must not let the people around her suffer for her.