The moment the arrow was fired, the man in white withdrew his gaze and turned downstairs without looking at it again.

In his mind, his goal was to die, and if he could miss the opponent at such a distance, he would have no shame to pick up a bow and arrow again.

Thunder rolled, like a curse.

The man in white walked out of the tavern slowly, threw the bow and arrow in his hand on the ground at will, and disappeared into the endless night like a ghost in the face of the gradually fierce wind.

Fei Zhai looked at the lightning that suddenly appeared, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she only felt that a thousand pound hammer hit her chest, and her body fell backwards by the impact of this force.

She glanced at the feathered arrow stuck in her small chest with difficulty, and looked at the tail of the arrow that shook with her breath, and her little face showed an abnormal flush.

Fei Zhai felt very tired, it was a kind of tiredness that had never been seen before, just like a person who couldn't sleep for more than ten days, was happily nibbling on his favorite pig's feet, but suddenly fell asleep.

The kind of tiredness that can leave all her tiredness behind, makes her vision gradually blur, and her eyelids are like falling into a majestic mountain, which is unimaginably heavy.

When a person's body is suddenly injured, he does not feel any pain for a period of time at the beginning, and at this time, Fu Zhai only has a dazed heart, that kind of dazed without any thoughts.

"Zhai'er!!"

When Yan Ying heard the noise in the courtyard, she hurriedly ran out, looked at Fei Zhai lying on the ground, and let out a heart-rending cry.

She hurried to the well, hugged the thin body tightly, and stroked the bloodless little face with her left hand, tears welling up.

As the sound spread, there was a sound of wood breaking in the small courtyard between the tavern and the tavern, and a cold young man with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes and a body of eight feet climbed over the wall and entered in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the door of the courtyard was kicked open with a brutal kick, and a woman nearly forty years old took the lead in holding a sword, and her eyes were as cold as ice, and there was no expression on her face.

She was followed by a beautiful woman in her twenties, dressed in a yellowed cloth robe, carrying a red wooden box with a buckle on her left shoulder, looking weak and weak, but not lagging behind the woman in the slightest.

The woman squatted on the ground and took out a neatly folded handkerchief from her arms, supported Fu Zhai's left hand with her hand so that her palm was up, and then she stretched out her right index finger and middle finger together, and put it on her wrist, and her eyes were closed as if she was feeling something.

The cold young man glanced at the woman in surprise, but did not say anything.

After a while, the woman opened her eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in them, and she was carried back to the room and laid down on the bed, and took out a knife for cutting clothes from the mahogany box, and carefully cut the cloth on her chest, revealing the feather arrows that were wobbling on it.

The grocery store shopkeeper looked at the trace of blood in front of him, and a smile appeared on his weathered face: "The world rumors that the son-in-law is the reincarnation of the Peach Blossom Fairy, I have never believed this nonsense, but now I believe it a little." ”

The cold young man glanced at her, let go of the hand that had been on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and walked out of the door to stand by the well, and looked quietly at the window of the tavern like a stone statue, not even paying attention to the sparse raindrops falling on his body.

The woman asked the grocery store shopkeeper to find a pot of wine, and asked Yan Ying to boil a pot of hot water, then she stretched out her hand and held it on the handle of the arrow, and pulled it off without hesitation.

She looked at the silk silk with a hundred birds and phoenixes on the arrowhead with mixed feelings, and the mutton fat jade that had been broken and polished into the shape of a pearl, and secretly said that it was a pity,

Seeing that there was no serious problem, the grocery store shopkeeper quietly withdrew, what happened tonight was too sudden, and too negligent, she had to report it in time.

The woman took out a clean white cloth and dipped it in some wine, and after doing some simple treatment of the wound, she took out the dried herbs with serrated oval leaves, soaked them in wine, and applied them to them.

Fei Ying walked in with a basin of hot water, looking at the sweaty Fei Zhai, her eyes were full of distress: "Female doctor, is Zhai Er okay?" ”

The woman nodded and said with relief: "Son-in-law Hongfu, the fatal arrow was just blocked by the silk silk, and it only entered the chest for a few centimeters, and there is no worry about life, but it is a pity that the piece of jade." ”

After hearing this, Yan Ying felt a little better, glanced at the silk on the table, and a touch of complexity appeared on her face.

The woman wrapped the wounds on Fei Zhai's body with a white cloth, walked to the desk and sat down, took out a blank bamboo slip and a pen while writing, and said: "The son-in-law was able to save her life this time, although there is a silk reason, but it is not the biggest reason. ”

Fei Ying didn't know why she said this, so she asked, "How do you say this?" ”

The woman stopped the pen in her hand and turned her head to look at Fei Zhai lying on the bed, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes: "I have seen a lot of arrow wounds, and the arrows shot by a strong bow can instantly penetrate a person's body, and it is not a small piece of jade that can resist at all." Do you think about that kind of force, can the average person's body withstand it? ”

Fu Ying frowned: "You mean to say that you can kill Zhai Er with your strength alone?" ”

The woman nodded again: "So, it's not a strong bow, I'm afraid it's not even a bow, it's just made temporarily." ”

The girl was right, this man was extremely confident, and the strength of the bow and the distance at which the arrow could be shot, including the clothes he was wearing, were extremely accurate. He counted all of these factors, just enough to shoot. ”

At this moment, an indifferent voice came, and the cold young man walked in, but there was no sound under his feet.

The woman was surprised: "Do you know who it is?" ”

The cold young man looked at the flickering lights, his eyes full of memories: "If my guess is correct, it should be shadowless." ”

Fei Ying was a little inexplicable, and she had never heard this name.

And the woman was stunned for a moment, and then remembered something, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of her beautiful eyes, and she was shocked: "A thousand deaths known as one step at a time?" ”