Ping Yao's heart was slightly cold. What is he going to do? Want to run away and feel like it's a burden to take yourself with you, and want to kill yourself?

Ping Yao was forced to lean back slightly.

Who knows, Song Cong just held her hostage with a knife, and said to the inexplicable forces who surrounded and suppressed the post station: "You have hostages in my hands, stop me first!" ”

“・・・・・・”

Ping Yao didn't know how to react.

In fact, Song Cong's guess is reasonable.

She was ambushed at the post station, and as soon as she was discovered by Song Cong, the queen's men came. Song Cong is naturally the one who regards her as the queen.

Unfortunately, she wasn't.

She really is, the force of the fourth party.

The Queen's men and horses have been slaughtered in a big way. This post station is really, corpses are everywhere, and blood is flowing like a river.

Song Cong held Ping Yao hostage and blocked the entrance. There was no fear on his face, and the soldier's unique straight body was facing the hundreds of people holding steel knives in front of him.

Ping Yao wanted to vomit blood a little.

It's really useless to hold her hostage and communicate with these people. How do they know who she is?

They will only help Song Cong kill her.

Sure enough, the leader of the centaurs, sitting on a tall horse, glanced at Ping Yao up and down in the light of the fire, and sneered: "Where did you find the little girl, she is really beautiful." Is it honoring us? Well, give them to us, and they will leave you a whole corpse. ”

Vulgar words caused everyone to laugh.

Ping Yao's face was solemn, and he looked at these people in front of him quietly, without retorting angrily or sneering.

She just looked at the people coldly.

The leader saw Ping Yao's gaze, and the smile on his face was replaced by anger before it receded.

"How dare you look at me like that, little. Come on, shoot her to me! ”

Behind him, someone immediately drew a bow and arrow.

Ping Yao watched without fear as the man pulled a bow into a full moon.

She knew she wasn't going to die here.

There's no way Yun Yi would let her die here.

However, Ping Yao didn't expect that when the arrow pierced the air and came over, it was Song Cong behind her who waved a knife to block it for her.

Between life and death, it was Song Cong, who held her hostage, who saved her.

"Shameless."

Song Cong glared at those people angrily, squeezed out these four words from his throat, and the killing intent on his body suddenly became thick again.

Ping Yao was still in surprise, and was pushed away by Song Cong.

"Count you lucky today, I won't kill you. Aren't you good at martial arts? If you make it back alive, please help me bring a message to someone. ”

Ping Yao looked at Song Cong's dark eyes in surprise.

Under countless arrows, in the sky-rushing firelight and the crying in the sky, Song Cong spoke clearly and his tone was resolute.

"Go to Pingyang City, find a girl named Shen Bishui, and tell her that if there is a next life, I will definitely marry her."

At the time of life and death, in his heart, there was no family glory and no duty.

All that remains, a girl who is as gentle as water.

The only thing he couldn't let go, the only thing he didn't want to give up, was that gentle girl.

Ping Yao's eyes widened in disbelief.

But after Song Cong's words, he carried the knife in his hand and rushed to the enemy.

Countless arrows, like the heavy rain in Pingyang City, shot over.

Ping Yao didn't have time to sigh for Song Cong, so he quickly jumped over the wall and dodged the rain of arrows.

Immediately a pursuer pursued him.

Ping Yao pulled out the soft sword on his body, retreated while killing, and escaped all the way out of the post station.

Outside the post station, in order to prevent escape, there are many soldiers guarding it.

Under the siege of more than a dozen people, Ping Yao was injured on the shoulder and waist.

She did not dare to fight, so she retreated to the place where she had hidden her horse, cut the rope tied to the tree with a sword, turned on her horse, and galloped out.

The people behind him chased after him, and Ping Yao didn't dare to relax for a moment, and struggled to drive the horse to dodge.

In the post station, Yun Yi stood indifferently on a high wall, watching the black figure go farther and farther.

It can only be said that Ping Yao is too lucky. No one behind her made a move, so she retreated and fled.

Yun Yi's attempt was basically fruitless - he still didn't know how capable the people in Ping Yao's hands were.

But it's not for nothing. At least he knew about Ping Yao's martial arts.

In the dark night, the thin sword as soft as snowflakes reflected the light of clear water. It fluttered like a leaf falling on a person, and the blood of the person who was hit by the brush burst instantly.

knew that Ping Yao was a local tyrant, but Yun Yi was still shocked by the weapons on her body one by one.

This soft sword is called Bo Xue. It used to be the treasure of his Great Zhou Dynasty, and was later given by Emperor Great Zhou to Lin Fanning, the Jokhang princess, as a wedding gift.

Yun Yi always thought that after Lin Fanning died, Bo Xue fell into the hands of Emperor Dachang.

Who knows, it will appear on Ping Yao.

It wasn't until the sky turned white that Ping Yao completely shook off the pursuers behind him.

After a night of galloping, she has now returned to the border of Dachang.

Ping Yao stopped his horse, shook his body, and fell off his horse.

A red figure flashed by, narrowly catching her.

Ping Yao held the man and stood firm. She had been on the road all night, and she was wounded again, and her originally ruddy face was pale and blue.

A bright voice sounded in surprise: "Are you hurt?" ”

Ping Yao shook her head tiredly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there water?" ”

"Yes."

The person who came took out the water bag from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and handed it to Ping Yao.

Ping Yao took the water bag and poured a few large mouthfuls of water, and her voice was weak: "You help me to sit by the tree for a while." ”

"Look at your dead look, wouldn't it be okay to let me show up sooner, as for being so desperate? Martial arts can't work, you have to be capable. ”

The person who came complained with a disdainful face, but he still carefully helped Ping Yao to the side of the tree and let her sit under the tree to rest.

Ping Yao closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths of the clean, moist air of the early morning.

A faint morning light sprinkled on her pale face, her long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and her always flat brow furrowed.

The visitor looked at her like this, pursed his lips, and reached out to take out a bottle of medicine from his pocket.

"You rest for a while, and I'll help you with the medicine."

Ping Yao closed her eyes and didn't speak.

The person who came untied Ping Yao's clothes, and she didn't dodge it in the slightest.

Ping Yao had several wounds on her shoulders and arms. There is also a blood cut on the waist. However, she was dressed in black, and she could only see the black wetness at the edges of the torn clothes.

The man unbuttoned Ping Yao's coat and pulled it under his shoulders.

Blood suddenly flowed down Ping Yao's fair, round shoulders, and submerged into the black bandeau.

The man pulled out the medicine bottle and poured white powder on Ping Yao's wound.

His movements are light and careful. When I was careful, there was only a wound left in my eyes, and there was no other expression.

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