Teng Jian glanced at her lightly and got on the horse silently.

The sound of the weapon unsheathed, the uniform click, the thick and pungent smell of blood in the air, the kneeling Ten Shadow Guards neatly drew their knives and put them away, without a trace of pause and hesitation, without even blinking their eyes, as if it was not their own fingers that were cut off, all of them were solemn.

"Drive!" Gu Xuefu snorted lightly, rode his horse away, the snow mist churned and stirred up a large area of blood, and the wind blew the broken hair on the woman's forehead, but it could not blow away the cruelty in the eyes.

Teng Jian snorted coldly: "The most poisonous woman's heart!" He raised his whip again at the Ten Shadow Guards: "You deserve it, go!" ”

"Yes!" The uniform voice of the command stirred up, and they spread out in an orderly manner.

In the dense snow forest, the awe-inspiring woman carried the handsome man on her back, jumping and walking in the snow, and the cheeks of the two people blown by the cold wind were abnormally flushed.

Zhen Yue's eyes lit up, with a relaxed smile on the corner of her mouth, she climbed a high slope, stopped in front of a dead branch, and opened it both sides, it turned out to be a quiet cave, because it was covered by a large number of dead branches, it was not easy to be noticed.

The cave was pitch black, and the sound of gentle footsteps stirred up a strange echo in the cave, she gently put Bei Mo Ling on the ground, and found a pile of dry firewood from the cave, this cave is where she came to Pingyang City a few days ago, but she didn't expect to live here again now, fortunately, there was some leftover dry firewood before.

A crackling sound sounded in the quiet cave, and the dim cave was instantly illuminated by warm flames, which also relieved the damp cold in the room.

Zhen Yue clapped her hands and sat on the ground, looking at the silent man opposite through the flames, the red bright light poured on his shallow figure, like a layer of light, if it weren't for the snow-white robe was bloodstained, it was completely a beautiful man who came out of the painting.

Suddenly, the cold owner came to mind, and she smiled with her head, but she didn't know that the man opposite was already looking at her with a pair of phoenix eyes.

"You're not a good killer." An indifferent voice pierced at the piercing.

Zhen Yue's hand with dry wood paused slightly, fleetingly, and the corner of her mouth sneered: "If I were a qualified killer, then you wouldn't be sitting here, and it's okay to mock me decently." With eyes like sword light, she was originally curious about his amazing judgment, but after thinking about it, she had killed so many people in front of him, and anyone with a little thinking ability could think of this layer of identity.

"The killer should be ruthless, ruthless, and never leave a single living mouth, you are digging your own grave." Bei Mo Ling's tone of speech was not shallow, but it was like sharp ice slag across a flat mirror, making people's hearts feel like a storm.

Zhen Yue threw away the dead branches, walked towards Bei Moling, looked at him condescendingly, and tried to oppress him in such a situation, but even if the man sat on the ground, he still did not lose the nobility on his body at all, and suddenly she felt that her behavior was a little naïve.

She squatted down with a cold gaze: "You mean I should have killed you, you are really a guy who doesn't know what to do." ”

"I'm just stating a fact."

She shook her head and said coldly: "The fact is that everyone labels killers as ruthless, and I am just a killer who is not too cold." ”

Zhen Yue turned around and sat back on the edge of the fire pit, and no longer looked at him, she didn't want to delve into this problem, she was just in front of the dirty blood, maintaining a wisp of faith in her heart, facing a quadriplegic man, she really couldn't do it, she didn't want to add another innocent person to the nightmare.

Suddenly, a suppressed and unbearable moaning and groaning overflowed from between her teeth, Zhen Yue raised her eyes, and saw that Bei Mo Ling's face was as pale as paper, sweat was like rain, and her lips were even more light purple, and her exposed wrists were actually agitating up and down, as if there were live insects wreckering inside.

"You're poisoned?" Zhen Yue hurriedly walked over and was about to pick up his wrist to take a look, but was slammed in the air by his icy voice.

"Get out! Don't touch ......" The following words were directly submerged in the trembling sockets of the teeth.

"You're really speechless." She withdrew her hand and squinted to observe his condition carefully, although she did not understand what poison he had suffered, but it was obvious that he was suffering from severe pain in his limbs, which he had endured at first, but now the pain had reached the extreme, like a depressing volcano completely erupting, if it was not relieved, I was afraid that he would die of pain.

She sighed slightly, seeing his appearance of enduring pain, she felt an inexplicable familiarity, wasn't she the same as herself, no matter how deep the whiplash, no matter how painful the knife wound, she still stubbornly endured, and then she stepped out of the cave quickly.

Bei Mo Ling's whole body was already in pain, and he was on the verge of fainting, but he still maintained a trace of clarity and did not let himself fall into a coma.

It didn't take long for Zhen Yue to come back with a few black herbs in her hands, and quickly smashed the herbs, and then lifted Bei Moling's sleeves regardless of it, revealing the well-organized arms inside, and the agitation at the wrists made people look creepy.

Bei Mo Ling no longer had the strength to struggle, but his thoughts were extremely clear, he only felt a pair of cold slender fingers holding his wrists, and then felt a thick coldness, this coldness with a strange numbness spread from the pores and blood vessels to the limbs, and the pain was also incredibly weakened.

He angrily opened his eyes and saw that she was painting some black plants on his wrists, and before he could react, he saw a pair of snow-white hands of the woman grabbing the man's feet.

He took off the man's deerskin boots, and without saying a word, he snapped a bunch of black herbs and pressed them to the man's ankles.

"Presumptuous! You're so daring! Beimo Lingqi's face turned blue, he couldn't care about the pain, and shouted with all his might, completely breaking his usual good bearing.

Zhen Yue didn't seem to hear it, and directly wrapped her other foot in medicinal herbs.

Waves of uncontrollable anger came from the mountains and seas, if Zhen Yue hadn't seen it, his face was dark and calm, if it weren't for the inconvenience of his limbs, I'm afraid he would have pounced on her and eaten her.

She laughed and said: "Why are you like a girl, touching it is like asking for someone's life, don't you want the uncle to be responsible." ”

"You!!" The indifferent and self-controlled Bei Moling felt that he had not been aggrieved today for more than 20 years, and he was so angry that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Zhen Yue rubbed her hands and said: "This is a poison-loving aconitum grass, which can relieve toxicity and has a little anesthetic effect, although it does not cure the root cause, but in your current situation, it is a life-saving herb." She got up and walked to the entrance of the cave, letting the cold wind outside the cave blow against her, and said in a calm voice: "I have no sympathy, no ridiculous pity, just a thought that I did not kill you." ”

She turned around and smiled, "So you should live well and don't let down my rare compassion." The smile is like a holy white lotus, with a shallow playfulness.