In the cold winter, Qiyue Mountain can rarely hunt food, it is too cold, and the animals are like people, they like to stay at home and not come out. After Zhuang Yi was hungry for a day, he finally found another river, the river was still not frozen, but the heat was much less, the current was not turbulent, and he could see schools of fish swimming in the clear water. His eyes glowed green, and he jumped into the water and shot a needle, and soon shot several big fish that were four or five pounds long.

He didn't bother to regenerate the fire, so he disposed of the fish internal organs, washed away the blood stains in the river, and directly cut the steel thorns into slices and ate sashimi. Qiyue Mountain has always maintained the original ecology, the river is 100% pollution-free, the pure natural fish meat is tender and smooth, melts in the mouth, and has its own fresh sweetness, which is much better than the roasted unsalted and tasteless pheasant.

After eating about a dozen big fish, Zhuang Yi touched his full stomach and burped contentedly, followed by a loud gunshot.

Belch...... No way.

He looked into the woodland on the other side of the river, and two figures could be seen under Juqi's eyes.

A man fell to the ground on his back, apparently having just been shot, and the bearer, who seemed to be bewildered by the strong recoil of the pistol, leaned against a tree pole and threw a large-caliber long-barreled pistol, clutching his abdomen and panting. The huge snow goggles were gone, revealing a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, but the eyes were full of Sensen's murderous aura, the mask and a tight snow suit were stained with blood and stains, the beret was crooked on the head, and a few strands of silk fell from the forehead, and the whole person looked wolf. It was Zhang Zimo.

It has been five days since the separation by the hot spring, and in the past five days, Zhuang Yi has seen alone, there are three men, two women and five Nihong people chasing her, and he doesn't know how many he hasn't seen. I remember that before Jensen left, Zhang Zimo said that she only had two m5oo bullets in her body, and the shot just now was obviously the last.

Looking at Zhang Zimo like this, Zhuang Yi felt a trace of admiration or sigh in his heart. Zhang Zimo, who showed half of his face, looked younger than he could estimate when he heard the voice, after all, with such a cold voice, it was difficult for Zhuang Yi to think of her as sixteen or seventeen years old.

What were you doing when you were sixteen or seventeen? It seems that it was the eve of the car accident, and she was beating people outside all day long, thinking that she was bull/bang, but this girl was killing people with a m5oo with a murderous face and a short knife and dagger, and even a sharp stone to kill. What kind of childhood did she have, what kind of experience did she have, so that even so, the wolf bèi was still cold, not a deliberate disguise, but as if she was born and integrated into her blood.

Perhaps after a little recovery, Zhang Zimo squatted down and touched the enemy's corpse, his body swaying, obviously at the end of the crossbow. Perhaps God destined her to die here, but a man and a woman appeared in the distance of the woodland. Zhang Zimo was still rummaging through the corpse, as if he didn't realize that danger was approaching.

Zhuang Yi is a little anxious in his heart, this is like watching an MMA mixed martial arts match, no one you know, who wins or loses can be calm, once there is a player you know, even if you have only seen a few times, you will subconsciously pay special attention. The same game, the mood is very different.

The fight in the woodland is like an MMA, and the fighter he is focusing on now is Zhang Zimo, who is already in defeat, and he wants to turn the situation around. If you don't see it, you can pretend not to know, but it's another thing to see it, and he vows that it's definitely not the national sentiment.

Zhuang Yi swam across the river and ran towards the woodland, but it seemed that time was too late, the two killers had already approached Zhang Zimo, raised the guns in their hands, and his flying needle could not shoot a distance of a hundred meters, let alone break through the barrier of the heavy tree poles in the woodland.

The guns of the two killers hit at the same time, and the bullets flew with sparks, but Zhang Zimo seemed to have realized it a long time ago, picked up the corpse with one hand, narrowly blocked a bullet, and still hit her in the shoulder, dodged behind the tree pole, and shot the short knife in his hand, hitting the male killer in the chest. Seeing this, the female killer increased the frequency of shooting, but all of them hit the tree pole and the corpse.

The bullet ran out, the female killer threw down the gun, Zhang Zimo also threw down the corpse, and the short knife rushed towards the female killer opposite. A moment ago, it was shaky, but this moment it is a ghost again. The female killer also struck with a dagger, and the sonorous sound of several cold soldiers colliding suddenly sounded in the woodland.

Zhang Zimo is strong support, obviously the body is not enough, it didn't take long for the female murderer to gain the upper hand, the dagger took off Zhang Zimo's short knife, and waved it at her head, Zhang Zimo dodged, the beret fell off, and the black bright length with braids on his head was also cut by the dagger, and it poured down in an instant.

The female killer grabbed Zhang Zimo's head, trying to grab her into the effective attack range. Zhuang Yi thought that there was another good show of women scratching their heads and rolling, but they didn't expect Zhang Zimo to shake his head fiercely, and the female killer suddenly screamed, and more than a dozen blood marks were cut on her hands!

Zhuang Yi was dumbfounded, he felt that he really underestimated the combat effectiveness of this funeral girl. Even the head is a weapon! What a woman, this is!

Zhang Zimo took this opportunity to roll on the spot, snatched the gun from the hand of the male killer's corpse, reflexively buttoned the machine, and hit the female killer's forehead.

The female killer fell down without looking at her. Zhang Zimo finally couldn't support it, and collapsed, black and long spread all over the ground, red blood, black and white snow, overflowing with the breath of death, poignant, decayed, pale and bloodless, and his pupils were a little dilated due to the relaxation after high tension, if it weren't for the sharp rise and fall of his chest panting, Zhuang Yi would even think that it was a gorgeous corpse lying in the snow.

He walked over. Zhang Zimo noticed the movement, turned his head, and raised the gun in his hand with great effort, the extreme fatigue and detachment had made this top killer unable to even hold the gun, and his vision was completely out of focus, he could only judge the direction by hearing, and looked at this side with a guarded face and blank eyes.

This time, Zhang Zimo really lost her combat effectiveness completely, and a small child could kill her. Her consciousness is estimated to have become blurred, and even hallucinations, the outstretched hand wants to grasp something nothingly, and her mouth is also muttering softly, the voice is very slight, Zhuang Yi can't distinguish clearly, her voice is still cold, but with a trace of tired hoarseness, and soft attachment.

Zhuang Yi looked at Zhang Zimo's big eyes that were out of focus, and sighed: Alas, count me unlucky.

He knocked Zhang Zimo unconscious on his back with one palm, hid her in a cave not too far from the woodland, broke a pine branch to dispose of hoof prints and blood stains, bit off Zhang Zimo's shoes, put them on his hind hooves, and stretched steel thorns on the two front hooves to disguise themselves as branches, deliberately walking from the shooting scene to the river in the opposite direction, leaving a series of tired but clear footprints to lure the pursuers away from the cave.

The camouflage method seems to be effective, perhaps the pursuers of the "Judaotang" have been carried away by the corpses of their accomplices and the frustration of defeat, Zhuang Yi watched from afar the two groups of pursuers only briefly checked the scene, and then ran to the river, in fact, they only need to take a closer look, and they can see that there are fresh blood stains under the snow nearby, extending to the cave on this side.

Jensen has been away with the wooden box for five days, according to his degree, if nothing else, he has definitely gone out of the Qiyue Mountain Realm, no matter how much the "Judaotang" chases, it is doomed to be an empty defeat with a bamboo basket. Thank you for the recommendation votes! Thank you for the recommendation vote!

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