Jiexiong grass is an uncommon poisonous weed, growing in the extremely cold place, ordinary people take it, the whole body is full of energy, as if there is infinite strength to break through the body, not a cup of tea will be difficult to load the force to break through the arteries, bleeding to death, can Zhen Yue body soft fragrant bone poison, the body is weak and boneless, at this time taking Jiexiong grass happens to be able to recover some physical strength, maybe can resist some soft fragrant bone poison, not to die of blood.

For the sake of today, she can only gamble! Destiny is always in your own hands!

"Zhen Yue!" Bei Mo Ling's ice eyes were surging, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense, you can't die." She pulled out the dagger at her waist and was ready to kill.

Bei Mo Ling was slightly stunned when she saw the dagger in her hand, probably because she didn't expect her to carry a weapon with her.

Ten chasing soldiers saw the lord of 100,000 gold beads, everyone touched their fists, and swept to the side of the woman in green clothes, although the night was shrouded, but still could see some outlines, the face was a beauty blank, everyone smiled lewdly, all with knives.

"Woman mine! Kill the man, and leave the woman to me! ”

"Bastard!" Bei Mo Ling's cold voice was full of anger.

The silver whip roared, directly throwing the talking pursuer out of two feet away, if he hadn't been seriously injured at this time, and the poison was violently violent, I am afraid that this pursuer would have entered the palace of Hades long ago.

Zhen Yue raised his eyebrows, it could be seen that his face was full of sweat, and he was slightly frightened in his heart, but he was afraid that the whip just now had exhausted all his strength.

Seeing this, the chasing soldiers were worried in their hearts, and when they saw King Ling's face pale, they felt a trace of luck in their hearts. All of them came from the encirclement.

Zhen Yue swung out of the sword, the short dagger danced like a whistling sword, raised his leg and kicked, kicking away the pursuers who surrounded Bei Mo Ling, his body jumped up like a beast, and the dagger slashed through the opponent's throat briskly.

The body rises up, striking the enemy left and right, she sees all directions, listens to all directions, and moves ruthlessly. The ten pursuers looked shocked. I didn't expect the woman who was teased just now to be so skilled, they mainly used the other party to be King Ling, and saw that the woman was extraordinary. Then they all joined forces and slashed towards King Ling, who was seriously injured.

Whoosh twice. Two sharp arrows pierced the sky. Piercing the skulls of the two men, brains and blood spurted out and sprinkled on the snow. With a bang, he fell to the ground with the soldiers behind him.

She took advantage of the situation to jump up, leaning back against Beimo Ling, and the two of them were like ferocious wolves.

She never thought that one day she would join hands with the resentful man in her heart to fight the enemy, hand over the weakest back to the other party, she should take the opportunity to run away and leave him here, she didn't think about it, but some pictures of the past echoed in front of her from time to time, rescued from the cliff, and resisted the knife with her body, and finally let her stay, and raise the knife against the enemy together.

The man's silver whip danced like lightning, and each whip would bring the bones of his body to pieces, and his eyebrows were full of murderous energy, covering the sky and the moon.

The screams came and went, the smell of blood was pungent, Zhen Yue hooked forward and pulled sideways, slashing through the crisp throats, and the white gauze stained a large area of blood.

It wasn't until the surrounding silence was silent, and all ten chasing soldiers fell, that she knelt on one knee and gasped, her wrist was numb for a while, and the medicinal effect of the ligusticum grass gradually passed, she smiled proudly, although she did not bleed like ordinary people, but the toxicity still remained in the body, and it was not a good thing after a long time, but it was also the best luck.

She looked sideways and saw that he was still holding his body, and the whole person was shaky, as if a gust of wind could make him fall, Zhen Yue got up to help him, but he was forcefully brushed away.

I saw the man walking straight forward, his arrogant back full of stubborn refusal.

"It's so uncomfortable to be saved by me?" Zhen Yue followed up and said.

"I don't need you to take poison to save me!" Bei Mo Ling's face was gloomy, and her narrow phoenix eyes were as deep as a thick whirlpool, about to drown her completely.

"Bei Mo Ling, you think I'm saving you! I'm saving myself, but I saved you by the way, go back and quickly let Zixu detoxify me, this section of xiongcao is not comfortable. She grabbed his arm and placed it on his shoulder, so that he could transfer the weight over, and the poison of the herb made the blood still boil all over his body, and the skin seemed to be pricked by needles.

He was awkward to retract his arm, and with the two of them shaking lightly, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Bei Moling, there is nothing to be ashamed of occasionally accepting help from others." ”

Bei Moling was stunned for a moment, turned her head away from looking at her, and her voice sounded muffled: "I'm not used to it, I will definitely let Zixuan cure your poison, don't block me in the future." The voice grew serious.

When Zhen Yue heard him say this, a trace of pity appeared in her heart, this man in a high position, sharp and resolute, has always been withdrawn, and his self-esteem is super strong, and he must be uncomfortable when she rescues him.

The two walked slowly towards the other side of the river, the cold moonlight sprinkled on them, they carried each other forward, the long shadows reflected on the clear ice, looking from a distance, like lovers embracing each other, the cold wind rolled up the fresh snow, faintly sliding over the tip of the nose.

"Do you regret giving me soft scented bones now?" Zhen Yue said suddenly.

She looked up, trying to see the guilt on his face, but saw the man looking at him coldly, squinted his eyes and said, "No regrets, I can solve these lowly soldiers alone." ”

"You ......." Zhen Yue was not surprised at all by his answer, it was simply arrogant and selfish.

The glacier was still a short distance from the canyon slope, although the two of them were weak, but they did not relax their vigilance for a moment, just after crossing the river, they heard the sonorous sound of horses' hooves in the distance again, the number of which shook the entire glacier.

"Oops, it's here again." Zhen Yue's eyebrows sank, and she helped Bei Moling to run quickly.

"Are you alright?" Zhen Yue walked a few steps, and saw that his face was even more ugly than before, and slowly frowned.

"It's fine."

The corners of the man's mouth seem to be smiling, which is difficult to understand.

A clear horse's hoof print on the snow, red blood stretched among them, it was the war horse of the two of them before, and after being hit by an arrow, they galloped wildly, Zhen Yue and Bei Mo Ling looked at each other at the same time, and they both saw a rare tacit understanding in each other's eyes.

They all jumped down the slope not far away, shrunk back tightly, slumped on the ground, and their palms slipped down, but fell backwards instead of holding up their palms.

Zhen Yue exclaimed, her body was tightly protected by Bei Mo Ling, and she fell down together, it turned out to be a snow cave that was dug out, Beiying people love to hunt on weekdays, trekking through mountains and rivers, and it is not convenient to take prey, so they chiseled a few snow caves in several fixed directions to put the prey.

At this time, the horse's hooves rolled, rolling up a large snowflake, with bursts of piercing murderous aura, the snow cave was shaken by the ground to bring up a large snowflake, in the blink of an eye, the snow cave was buried more than half, a large number of pursuers on the ground, along the horseshoe prints towards the northeast fiercely. (To be continued......)