Mother, don't go!

Yu'er, I'll marry you!

The white light hit Deng Yan, and his body flew a few steps away, smashing to the ground with a thud.

The enlarged face of the dragon sheath was pressed down, and the squirm smiled, "Waste is always waste!" ”

Deng Yan's eyes began to drift, and the waste... He's not a waste, and what is it? His mother died for him, but at the age of twenty, she was as old as an old woman.

Fengyu offered his sincerity, waiting for him to marry, but he was always late, and finally she died with hatred, he could only hold the tablet and walk through the archway of loyalty and forgiveness, and carve a useless beloved wife Feng in the ancestral hall of the Deng family.

"Shulie, cut off his head and go back to the city to receive the reward!"

Su Lie's good-looking eyebrows slowly stretched out like a picture, and he casually pulled out a heavy sword nailed to the cracks in the ground, dragged it across the ground, and gestured left and right, as if he was fantasizing about what Deng Yi would look like after being divided into several sections.

Satisfaction overflows the eyebrows.

"Dragon Sheath, can his head be changed to an imperial concubine? I really like that girl surnamed Hua. ”

The dragon sheath stroked his chin and groaned, and only nodded after a while, "The women of the Mengzhou Hua family are soft and smooth, and their bodies are graceful, and among them, Hua Zhichun is the most, and the senior brother has a good eye." You love ****, I love Qiao, you pick the leftovers, hmm... I'm going to ask Princess Nayu to forget it. ”

"Then you draw the upper body, I draw the lower half, and finally cut off the head." It is necessary to divide the fields of responsibility.

Deng Qi slowly closed his eyes. The blood on his pale face receded, and the blood-stained lips were extremely white and red, like a flame that had burned to the extreme in the snowy night, and was about to be extinguished in the next moment. The light also despaired.

The sword light swung a few times.

Su Lie and the dragon sheath stared in amazement, and all the scenery turned into elevation.

A pair of blood-stained boots, a tall body. The purple robe shattered into strands, revealing the blood-stained broken armor inside, the moonlight reflected the blood, mottled time, and he looked coldly at the two human heads that had been cut off on the ground as if he were standing.

A breath ago.

Su Qianruo was covered in blood, and her thick eyelashes trembled gently. Suddenly grabbed his hand and said: "Give, tooth for tooth, blood debt and blood repayment!" ”

The left hand is also tucked into a heavy sword. The blade was stained with blood, and the blade was covered with a cold light.

He had hunted down the dragon sheath for a whole month, restrained it three times, but failed to cut his skin once.

The dragon sheath is a warlock. Even if it is a moon chopping knife that blows hair and breaks snow. It doesn't hurt him. So exhausted, he could only watch him use his evil magic to escape, and there was nothing he could do.

Deng Yan looked at the blood on the sword's body, and said angrily: "If the teacher knows, he will expel me from the teacher's door." ”

Su Qianruo raised her eyebrows, "You won't say that the injuries on my body are all caused by these bastards?" This place smells really bad, so let's hurry up and get them on their way. Grandfather must have been waiting for him to jump out of his wheelchair. ”

Deng sniffed his nose and quickly added a few more swords.

Su Qianruo bent down and stood in front of him and put his arm on his shoulder. Then straighten up, "Let's go." Go home. ”

Deng Yi was not pretentious, and slowly leaned the weight of his body on Su Qianruo, and the two of them staggered and slowly walked in the direction of Daxiangguo Temple.

There are still sixty-five miles back to Chang'an, twenty-five miles to Daxiangguo Temple, and if you are lucky, you can walk another five miles, and you can still find the carriage they left before...

After walking for a while, Deng Yan suddenly slapped his head and stopped, "Look at my brain, my heavy armor has been made of hands and feet, and it is a burden to wear it on my body." When I take it off, I'll be able to walk much brisker! ”

He was injured all over his body, where could he take off his armor independently, Su Qianruo covered his mouth and smiled, asking him to stand still and not move, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of his heavy armor.

He had been beaten and embedded in the heavily armored vest, and Su Qianruo used the moon chopping knife to pick out a pillar of incense before picking him out.

"Are you still alive?"

He woke up in a daze, rubbing his head full of bags with his little paws, and his red golden broad bean eyes were half-hidden, and he couldn't see if he was crying in pain.

Su Qianruo's heart was astringent, and he hurriedly picked him up and hugged him to his chest, comforting him: "The face is a little crooked, it will be good to come back in a few days, don't cry, don't cry." ”

Is your face just a little crooked?!

The nose and mouth are gone, okay...

But this elastic thing rubbing under the buttocks, this comfort has to be accepted.

Deng Yi glanced at it inadvertently, and then his eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, and his finger pointed at the golden liquid flowing from the two holes of the red gold beast that had been knocked out, and then thought that it had blocked countless arrows and attacks for himself, and was silent, and the words that rushed to his lips choked back into his throat.

Without the armor, the whole body lost dozens of pounds, and the luck was good enough, the trailer horse seemed to be scared stupid, or it may not have time to run at all, and just stayed in place!

Deng Qi sat down in the handlebar-like position without saying a word, and Su Qianruo climbed into the carriage with great difficulty, leaned on the soft cushion and closed his eyes.

Listening to the shallow and clear breathing behind him, a trace of warmth slipped through Deng Qi's heart.

What Su Qianruo said was, Deng Xuan, go home.

In the past thirty years, only the teacher has given him the feeling of father. And today, Su Qianruo gave him the feeling of family again.

When passing by the place where the heavy sword was killed, Deng Yi deliberately circled the corpse, allowing the stupid horse to kick the dragon scabbard and the hands and feet of the dragon sheath and the sulie in a mess before walking away. 、

Su Qianruo's eyelids moved, and the corners of her lips rose.

On the first day, it was more exposed and heavy, a little cold, and the arrow wound drove the old wound, and the pain crept into the bones.

Stroking the black arrow feather at her shoulder blade, she suddenly remembered that moonlit night, Zhang Xintong hit Kun Wu and blasted her directly into the mountain crevice, and a stone chip pierced her shoulder blade, as if it was at the location of the arrow wound.

Su Qianruo tried his best to curl up and touch the soles of his feet with his hands, as if he was still holding his feet, that night, at that moment, the temperature of his palm never dared to forget.

I am afraid that if I forget, my heart will cool.

Mo Yun, don't worry, without you by your side, I will still live well.

You're going to wait for me.

The pain tore her mind to pieces, and Su Qianruo's forehead oozed dense fine sweat, and she stretched out her claws and gently stroked her face, and there were some bitter and incomprehensible things in her heart.

Does she have the person written on the marriage belt in her heart?

The ancestors said that the things you like should be occupied as soon as possible, and no one can let the land under your feet and the woman in your arms. Whoever dares to rob him, beat him all over the ground to find teeth, and go home to call his mother.

Seeing her fall in a pool of blood like this, I inexplicably felt that she was a little kind.

Where have you seen it...?

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A flag embroidered with a black dragon flutters gently in the autumn night.

Deng snapped and whipped twice, and drove the carriage closer to the silent supply camp.

"Qianruo, there are still thirty miles away from Chang'an, let's change a horse in the supply camp, eat something and take a breath and go back, okay?"

Su Qianruo was a little dizzy in pain, and he supported half of his body and nodded his head gently.

Deng reined in his horse, leaned his knife on the edge of his seat, turned his back to the supply camp, and stretched out his hand to Su Qianruo with a light smile. (To be continued.) )