In order to make Maple Scar speed up and rush back, Yang Zheming proposed to share a horse with An Ning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info An ning's body stiffened, her eyes narrowed on Qiao Si, no longer looking at him, no longer talking to him, her gaze swept over him, like sweeping the air, making him feel that he was holding a cold stone.

This alienation seems to carry a hatred, as if she is restraining her emotions, and if the last straw falls, the next second she will explode, or collapse.

Her coldness and alienation from him was like a barrier, and the two of them were very close to each other, but they looked like they were separated.

This made him very worried, and he wanted to explain, but he couldn't speak.

The brightly lit camp was visible in the distance, and Maple Marks rode to meet the reinforcements of Beirong, and the horses seemed to be extremely tired, and their front legs were weak, and they fell directly to the ground. Feng Zhen carried Qiao Si on his back and landed steadily with light skills.

The red clothes on Maple Scar's body were soaked with Qiao Si's blood, and the heavy blood flowed down Maple Scar's fingers, as if the whole person was bathed in blood.

Qingyan rushed up, and was almost startled when he saw the appearance of Maple Scar, which was almost a bloody person. Then her gaze fell on Qiao Si, she didn't even have enough time to be surprised, and her heart was already half cold.

Qiao Si's face was pale without a trace of blood, and the whole person frowned and closed his eyes tightly, and he had passed out. Feng Scar stretched out his hand, holding Qiao Si's severed arm in his hand, wrapped it in his coat: "Can you still ......?"

Without waiting for Feng Scar to finish speaking, Qingyan immediately snatched the broken arm, opened his clothes and glanced at it, and shouted: "Carry him in, carry him in immediately!" Let all your medics come over! ”

She shouted, "Go and bring a finger-thick rope, and a cotton cloth, soaked in boiling water!" ......" she hurriedly commanded everyone to move, her voice so sharp that it was hoarse.

Qingyan took the lead in rushing into her tent, trembling hands to open the lock of her medicine box, took out a large handful of medicine, turned around and came to Qiao Si, she didn't even have enough time to grind the medicine, she directly stuffed the herbs into her mouth and bit them, put Qiao Si's mouth to cross to him, and asked people to take water to pour him to drink.

Everyone was running fast, and Qiao Wu stood stiffly in front of the tent, looking at Qiao Si, who was surrounded by everyone in the tent, and his bloody shoulders with arms missing.

Blood flowed down the stretcher.

Feng Zhen gasped, he controlled Ma too hard just now, his legs were a little cut, Qiao Si was clinging to his back, the hot blood was flowing on him, and his broken arm was on his hand, which slowly became cold.

Qiao Si's blood stained his body, and his hands were still a little trembling.

Liu Niang walked up to him and asked softly, "Are you injured?" ”

Feng Zhen glanced up at Liu Niang, the two of them spoke for the first time, Liu Niang's gaze was very gentle, Feng Zhen was silent, and slowly shook his head.

Liu Niang asked again: "Where is the princess?" ”

Maple Scar's gaze focused a little, as if he had come back to his senses, and looked back at the dark grassland—she was with Shizi.

An Ning was helped off the horse, her legs were weak, and she was almost about to sit on the ground, her hands were propped up on the grass, and when she lifted them, her hands were already stained with blood.

Along the way, Qiao Si was dripping with blood.

Yang Zheming took a step forward, wanting to help An Ning up, but suddenly his abdomen was cold.

An Ning looked up at him, with tears on his face, flowing down the patterns on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was angry, as if asking him, as if asking himself: "Why, you want to do this?" ”

An Ning held the Beirong scimitar in her hand, which he had given her with his own hands and asked her to keep as a souvenir.

The knife was plunged right into his abdomen, most of the blade sinking into his body, and her hand was still trembling slightly on the hilt.

Yang Zheming's hand held An Ning's arm, tightened slightly, and slowly let go, An Ning did not retreat, the two were very close, and he could hug her as soon as he leaned over.

It's finally come to this.

The knife was inserted in his abdomen, blood seeped out of his clothes, and a large piece of blood red spread, Yang Zheming frowned, the pain was certain, but the more profound feeling was the cold.

The cold, running down his limbs, hit his chest as if it were going to drown him.

An Ning let go of his hand, and Yang Zheming took a few steps back, standing firmly.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and An Ning looked at him and muttered repeatedly, "Why are you doing this?" Why are you doing this? ”

As if a ghost had sent her, she took out the knife and plunged it into his body, as if driven by someone, as if pain and grief needed an outlet, and she needed to kill him.

As if in search of an answer, as if there will never be an answer.

Yang Zheming wanted to step forward to wipe away her tears, but his body was a little unsteady on his feet, he staggered back and was about to fall to the ground.

Maple Scars and Black Hawk will arrive.

Black Eagle's eyes shrank, and a few light steps fell behind Yang Zheming, and he sat down steadily.

Black Eagle's gaze swept over the knife in his abdomen, raised his eyebrows, and said sharply to An Ning: "You dare to ......" Yang Zheming immediately held him down and said in a low voice: "I'm fine." ”

Such a knife wound is not enough to be fatal. He can't die yet.

Yang Xi's face was pale, she thought he was going to die, she thought she killed him, so her current expression finally showed a different expression from the cold.

Sadness, pain, helplessness.

Black Eagle said sharply: "How can it be okay, you are still poisoned...... Yang Zheming frowned, Black Eagle had to shut his mouth and press the acupuncture points on Yang Zheming's body.

Feng Zhen took a few steps to Princess An Ning, and when he saw this scene, his eyes surged with emotion.

Everyone, they've come this far.

An Ning was helped off the horse, her legs were weak, and she was almost about to sit on the ground, her hands were propped up on the grass, and when she lifted them, her hands were already stained with blood.

Along the way, Qiao Si was dripping with blood.

Yang Zheming took a step forward, wanting to help An Ning up, but suddenly his abdomen was cold.

An Ning looked up at him, with tears on his face, flowing down the patterns on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was angry, as if asking him, as if asking himself: "Why, you want to do this?" ”

An Ning held the Beirong scimitar in her hand, which he had given her with his own hands and asked her to keep as a souvenir.

The knife was plunged right into his abdomen, most of the blade sinking into his body, and her hand was still trembling slightly on the hilt.

Yang Zheming's hand held An Ning's arm, tightened slightly, and slowly let go, An Ning did not retreat, the two were very close, and he could hug her as soon as he leaned over.

It's finally come to this.

The knife was inserted in his abdomen, blood seeped out of his clothes, and a large piece of blood red spread, Yang Zheming frowned, the pain was certain, but the more profound feeling was the cold.

The cold, running down his limbs, hit his chest as if it were going to drown him.

An Ning let go of his hand, and Yang Zheming took a few steps back, standing firmly.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and An Ning looked at him and muttered repeatedly, "Why are you doing this?" Why are you doing this? ”

As if a ghost had sent her, she took out the knife and plunged it into his body, as if driven by someone, as if pain and grief needed an outlet, and she needed to kill him.

As if in search of an answer, as if there will never be an answer.