A group of five people, except for Ji Jun, no one refused to stay any longer.

"Seventh Senior Brother, are you leaving?"

Martial law has been imposed in the city, and the people who are stranded inside are afraid that they will not have a chance to return safely, and it is even more difficult to turn back to save him, and there is no chance of winning at all. As for themselves, if they don't leave, they will be in trouble.

Ji Jun knew in his heart that when he heard this, his eyes hidden behind the mask couldn't help but move.

He hesitated, not knowing how to decide. After a moment's stalemate, the remaining four turned and left. Although it is the shouting of the senior brothers on weekdays, but after a few years, they don't even know who each other's name is and where they come from, and they are like strangers in their bones.

There are a total of eleven people in the Tianji Battalion, and six of them came this time.

He couldn't understand why several masters wanted to pick Xiao Eleven for such a job.

However, those who are determined must be dispatched. Life and death are fateful, and when it really comes to death, no one can save anyone. Ji Jun smiled bitterly and pulled his feet to follow his companion who was quickly moving away.

At that moment, a vague figure staggered towards them in the distance.

Friend or foe?

Everyone was shocked.

Ji Jun's eyes were sharp, and he was the first to identify the person who came, "It's Eleven who is back!" In the specially lowered voice, it was difficult to hide the joy.

The man who ran at them was none other than Eleven, who had been besieged earlier.

The mask on his face had fallen off, revealing the face half-hidden by the black hood. There was a blood mark on the corner of his eyebrows, and the beads of blood were constantly rolling down with his wild steps, falling on the long eyelashes, almost covering his eyes. He held the sword in his left hand, but his right hand just hung limply and motionlessly. Covered in wounds.

Ji Jun looked at it, but only breathed a sigh of relief. Hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Withdraw!"

No one had time to speak, and the tall and strong young man in the lead gave the order, and a group of people quickly evacuated as fast as they could, along the route that had been laid out at the beginning.

The yellow sand swept up by the cold wind covered up the traces of their coming.

At this time, Song Yanzhao in the royal city had just stepped out of the gate.

Overnight, the old city lord was killed, the celebration was destroyed, and Xie Shuning was seriously injured.

Song Yanzhao's brows furrowed. I felt like my eyelids were jumping and my head was splitting because I couldn't sleep all night. When I got home, it was almost dawn.

He went to visit Xie Shuning first as soon as possible.

She was still asleep.

Song was by her side, not daring to close his eyes and see him come in. hurriedly made a silent gesture and said in a voice that couldn't be softer. "It's so easy to fall asleep."

According to the doctor. Xie Shuning should have fainted in pain a long time ago, not to mention that she had lost so much blood. But somehow I gave birth to this child, I refused to sleep. This will just fall asleep, and I'm afraid I haven't fallen asleep yet. The Song family didn't dare to talk here anymore, and walked outside with Song Yanzhao.

As soon as he arrived outside, Song Yanzhao apologized to the Song family with a calm face. Blame yourself.

The Song family is indeed angry in his heart, but he is more distressed than angry, who is to blame for this?

Shaman and Shu Yan were both kind-hearted, not to mention that she herself agreed with a smile at that time. No one forced Xie Shuning to go out to watch the celebration.

If you really want to blame, you can only blame those thieves.

Song persuaded Song Yanzhao instead: "I look at my sister-in-law's appearance, Shu Yan is afraid that he will be punished, so the eldest brother should go and persuade him." ”

"It's a punishment!" Song Yanzhao shook his head, "I originally entrusted people to him, and he didn't take care of it properly, so he should naturally be punished." ”

Song knew his temperament and understood that he was angry, and it was useless to talk too much, so he had to stop mentioning it.

Then, the brother and sister said a few words about Xie Shuning's injury, and then saw Yuzi, who was red and swollen, walking out of it lightly, and said, "Madam, Miss woke up and asked about my uncle." ”

When Song Yanzhao heard this, he immediately raised his feet and walked inside.

"Why did you wake up so quickly?" Song was surprised and asked about Yuzi.

Yuzi said that she wanted to cry again, and at that time she told Liu Huang that she would go out with her. But the celebration was crowded, thinking that there were also swordsmen with him, and Xie Shuning didn't let the two maidservants follow. Lixia was sent by her to learn to do things with the caravan's scar, and naturally she couldn't go with her this time.

She held back her tears, "The slave maid saw that the young lady frowned, afraid that the wound hurt badly and she couldn't sleep. ”

"How good is that!" Song sighed, so he didn't follow the door immediately, turned around and went to find Shaman, and then asked the doctor to ask what kind of cure there was for pain.

Indoors, Xie Shuning was lying on her back, bending her fingers on the side of the bed, looking preoccupied.

Song Yanzhao entered the door and asked, "But it hurts a lot?" ”

If you change to an ordinary little girl, you will be afraid that tears have fallen to the ground.

Xie Shuning could still smile at him.

The uncle and nephew spoke, and Yuzi and Liu Huang retreated, only waiting outside, in case the master inside suddenly hired someone.

Seeing that there was no one around, Xie Shuning said directly: "The assassin is not very old. ”

Song Yanzhao was surprised, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Look at the figure, the age is at most twelve or thirteen." Every time he said a word, the wound seemed to hurt, Xie Shuning took a breath and slowly explained, "Naturally, the size does not indicate the age of the person. What's more, the man's face was covered by a mask, and there were many adults in this world who were no more than four or five feet long, but my intuition told me that the man should be just a child. ”

Song Yanzhao's brows became tighter and tighter, and it became a deep Sichuan character.

"It's a bit weird." He said.

When you think about it, it's almost everywhere weird, but it's hard to say what the weirdness comes from.

The guards patrolling the city said they had nearly caught an Assassin.

However, only one of the ten patrol guards escaped alive and returned to the royal city to report it. The remaining nine are dead......

Although the guards patrolling the city are not as good as the guards in the royal city, can't ten people beat one? He had already seen the corpse, and it was a terrible death. According to the surviving guards, the figure of the man was indeed not much different from what Xie Shuning said, and he was also wearing a mask.

Even the mask was dropped on the spot.

Song Yanzhao sighed heavily.

"Uncle, who are they here to kill?" Xie Shuning coughed twice and asked in a whisper.

But Song Yanzhao still heard clearly, and he looked at his niece who had escaped death. It was decided to tell the truth: "The lord of the city is dead. ”

Xie Shuning listened, her eyes narrowing quietly.

"This news should still be a secret, right?" She asked quietly.

Song Yanzhao was stunned, and then understood what Xie Shuning meant.

If the news of the city lord's death was still a secret, then how could he, as an ordinary businessman, find out in the first place?

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You girl, I really can't hide anything from you." ”

Xie Shuning shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen through anything." There are too many secrets in my uncle. It's so much that I can't even guess it. ”

"Fifteen years ago, I came to Dunhuang for the first time." He sat down on the edge of Xie Shuning's bed, his eyes were far and deep, and he lowered his voice, "I have mentioned it to you." Your aunt was a princess? ”

Xie Shuning was taken aback and was about to ask. There was a sharp pain in the wound. She struggled to even out her breathing and listened quietly to his recollections.

"The old lord coveted her beauty, choked the lifeblood of Ethan with a water source, and forced her to marry. But in the end, he reversed himself, and after she stepped on the land of Dunhuang in her wedding dress, he did not reopen the branch water flowing to Ethan. And the country of Ethan. In a sudden terrible storm, buried by yellow sand, no one survived. Song Yanzhao's voice gradually took on a bit of amazement, "It's the first time I've seen your aunt." She was dressed in her wedding gown and was about to leap from the corner tower, followed by a large number of guards in pursuit. ”

"Heroes save beauty?" Xie Shuning listened, and gradually pieced together a complete story in his heart.

Song Yanzhao sneered, "What kind of hero am I, at most I am a bear." The old lord was old enough at that time, and everyone coveted his place, so he had to be careful. I, the original learned business traveler, slowly became the most important doorman around him. Sometimes, it's just a matter of time before it takes its place. ”

Although the city lord is old and lustful, he is not so dim at first.

Beauty is for him, and when he can make weapons, he will never be stingy.

At that time, the old city lord threatened to ask for anything in order to show his sincerity.

Of course, Song Yanzhao unceremoniously asked for Shaman.

Although the old city lord was a little displeased, he still heroically rewarded Shaman.

At this beginning, in fact, sympathy and love have nothing to do.

Thinking of the past, Song Yanzhao's face was a little more embarrassed.

But Xie Shuning imagined that picture, but felt that her aunt must have regarded her uncle as a god at that time.

At such a moment, it is a blessing to have someone willing to save oneself from the sea of suffering.

"Now that the puppet city lord is dead, there are some things that can't be hidden." Song Yanzhao said, with a faint ruthlessness flashing in his expression.

Xie Shuning was not worried, she knew that he must have his own way.

The tiredness of her body finally hit her, and she yawned.

Song Yanzhao smiled, "Take a good rest, you don't have to worry about other things." ”

Xie Shuning blinked, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't blame your cousin." ”

"It's just grounded." Song Yanzhao smiled, beckoned Yuzi and Liu Huang to come in to serve her, and left first.

This. At night, no one slept well.

The six people who fled from Dunhuang finally rushed back to the Tianji camp until dawn.

The underground palace hidden under the yellow sand has never been discovered by anyone from the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions.

"Eleven, you have to go back to the master first, you hold on." Ji Jun whispered in his ear.

However, the pale Eleven seemed to faint in the next moment, weak, and a large cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He gasped heavily, opened his tired eyes, and pulled himself together.

When people are physically tired, it seems that it is always easy to miss the past.

But he couldn't remember the scene of being called Huai'er, and his mother died so early that he had almost no memory of her. The woman who always called him Huai'er was not his biological mother, but his stepmother.

In a blink of an eye, it has been several years, and he has almost forgotten the name Yan Huai. (To be continued......)

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