There is no harm in making a few more friends, and it can really save someone's life when it is critical.

Zhao Ji admired Wang Liefeng's wide network in his heart, after all, he always made some fox friends and dog friends, or civilian friends, and he could play together, but he couldn't help him, maybe he just used them as a pastime, although his happiness was real. He was a little ashamed.

Under the illumination of the cold and bright sun, Wan Yansheng's face has a strong sense of exoticism, his facial features are as deep as a knife carving, the outline has sharp edges and corners, his complexion is dark, his hair is jet black, his eyes are sharp, his pupils are extremely light golden, and his black hair is dense.

When he walked over, the whole person emitted a kind of intimidating aura, like a wild wolf turning into a human form, not angry and arrogant, it was beautiful and dangerous.

Liu Anshi asked him very directly, "Young man, aren't you Han?"

Wan Yansheng said coldly: "No. ”

His tone was not very friendly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Wang Liefeng hurriedly said: "I said, Wan Yan Sheng, there is no need to trouble you so much-" However, he also obviously felt the lack of middle qi, and his center of gravity was shifted, and he dragged him diagonally down.

Zhao Ji couldn't feel it, but Wan Yan Sheng saw it, and he knew very well in his heart that Wang Liefeng at this moment was almost an empty shell that had exhausted his strength, and the shell was still broken. Wang Liefeng's entire shoulder has turned into a black, red, black and red ball, and he can't tell where is the flesh, where is the clothes, and where is the cloth strip bandaged up. The old wound was covered with a new wound, and it was pressed down in layers until it reached the bone, which was not something that ordinary people could bear.

This smell of blood attracted the white eagle on Yan Sheng's shoulder, which stretched its neck, stared at Wang Liefeng's wound, and half-spread its wings, revealing its hunting posture. However, Wan Yan Sheng didn't have an order, and it couldn't act rashly, so he looked through the autumn water.

Wan Yan Sheng noticed its move, stretched out his hand, and slapped its leg violently: "It's not over, let you go outside for half a year, and you haven't eaten enough?" The white eagle screamed, put away its wings, lowered its head stupidly, and buried it in the thick and soft feathers of its chest.

Wan Yan Sheng said: "I, the white eagle, have been raised in the wild since I was a child, I don't call it, it catches and eats by itself, eats everything, especially loves fierce things." It's powerful and fierce. I haven't seen it for half a year, and it's a little wild, so I'll train it well when I have time. As he spoke, he rubbed White Eagle's neck. The White Eagle raised his head again and rubbed his head against his face.

The white eagle is like a delicate crystal statue, its whole body is so white that it shines brightly, and only a pair of eyes are as golden as the scorching sun. Its claws are extremely thick, holding Wan Yan Sheng's shoulders - and Wan Yan Sheng's figure is also tall, with broad shoulders, and this white eagle has achieved each other, with an extremely awe-inspiring and powerful momentum.

They have the same eyes.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Wang Liefeng asked in a slightly brisk tone: "After I finished talking Yan Sheng, you are really powerful, how did you find this place?"

Wan Yansheng said: "It's a long story. But I don't think the little prince next to you is a person who likes to listen to stories, does he still have his own things to do?"

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "It's still early, but it's okay to say it." ”

That day, after saying goodbye to Wang Liefeng, Wan Yansheng prepared to leave directly and return to Jinguo overnight. He was worried. Because there are too many accidents in this world, once the planned things are delayed, maybe they will be delayed for a long time, such as his return home.

Even he always had a hunch that he would not be able to get home for a while, and he might have to encounter some twists and turns.

- I really can't think so.

He hadn't taken a few steps before someone rode up and nearly knocked him down. In a hurry, he tightened the reins and finally stabilized his horse, and then he heard Wang Liefeng being called away.

Ironclad nothing good. Every time he was called by an elder, he was scolded.

However, Wang Liefeng is not like him, he is the son of the Great Khan, but Wang Liefeng is just a general, the higher he climbs, the more likely he is to fall into a dangerous situation, and this emergency situation is even more auspicious - "asking you" is equivalent to "punishing you".

It's okay not to know, but I can't let go of it for a long time when I know. He didn't care about the Han people, but he felt that he would be indebted if he didn't help, at least for a long time afterward, and finally evolved into sympathy for the Han people, which was not good.

So he decided to wait and see. It's not to intercept, even if he has the guts, he doesn't have the ability.

But he was good at riding horses. The Jurchens were born to ride and shoot, and he was confident that he had never lost a horse race - and Wang Liefeng would never really rush back quickly, what fool would rush to death?

After Yan Sheng immediately turned around, chased forward for a short while, and saw Wang Liefeng going due south, he carried the reins of the horse, groaned slightly, pulled the rope diagonally back, shouted "drive", outflanked the road in the southwest direction, ran all the way to the palace gate and stopped, turned a corner and hid, found a tree to tie the horse, and stepped on the horse's back, the whole person stood up, jumped up slightly, got into the bushes and squatted, and observed the surrounding movements.

Looking down from the top of this tree, you can see several people inside the palace gate.

"Why hasn't this general come yet? Isn't it going to come?" a man shivered from the cold, rubbed his hands and stomped his feet, and didn't settle down for a moment. A few people next to him were also so cold that they breathed into their hands, and they were warm and warm on their faces, but unfortunately they were only numb.

The head of the warden Luo was leisurely and leisurely—after all, there were two people who held torches beside him, and the flames were as bright as two red eyes, and as warm as early spring.

His pink, fat face was full of lewdness.

Prison Warden Luo spoke slowly: "Why didn't you come? Does anyone dare not listen to the words passed on by the Queen Mother? It's just a question, what's not there yet? Or, General Wang has a ghost in his heart, so he slowed down." ”

"Yes, yes, Warden Luo is wise. A couple of young men were busily patting on the back in an effort to gain his favor.

With his hands behind his back, Warden Luo paced back and forth slowly, occasionally instructing the people holding lamps next to him: "Come closer...... A little bit above...... Stay away, do you want to burn me? useless thing!"

One of them knelt down and shivered, but at the same time he jerked the lamp high to keep it in its place—a little farther away. He had his tongue cut out and couldn't speak, only the gurgling of his teeth.

Warden Luo raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "You dog, you can't even hold a lamp, you say, what are you doing alive?"

The man banged his head and muttered, but he couldn't spit out the whole word. Warden Luo waved his hand impatiently, and two men in black night clothes and black veils walked up, one of them grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged him backwards. He struggled to his feet, and the lamp fell to the ground, and the flames inside trembled and blinked.

"Someone smarter, faster. Prison Warden Luo said angrily, "This stupid thing is not as good as a horn dog." ”

The man was dragged into the depths of darkness.

Wan Yan Sheng got up silently.

They walked in their direction, presumably along a path here.

This is an opportunity.

He leaped lightly, landed silently on the eaves like a soft and ferocious leopard, and climbed down again, quickly reaching the ground from the wall. You don't even need a rope. He dodged behind a bush and crouched down silently, holding his breath to listen to the sound of the three of them passing by.

Then he stood up and followed them, finding a tree to cover himself every two or three steps, then probing to take a look, and then continuing to follow if there was no abnormality—just like following Zhao Ji before.

He wasn't prepared to follow them all the time, which would put him in a passive position, and a good Nightkin was able to anticipate the direction of his target, so that he could deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment.

The road narrowed and narrowed to a dilapidated alley—just as he pleased! As he passed the next tree, he rolled over the trunk and jumped over the tree, and under the cover of the shade of the tree, he leaned down and leaped swiftly along the wall, fast and light, like a flock of bats startled by wild cats, and the leaves rustled.

The two men could hear some movement above, looked up, and saw nothing, as if it was a gust of wind, and blew all the way to the front. The wind was very strong and cold in winter, and they felt a strange chill and invariably shrunk their necks.