In the face of the sudden change, everyone in the forest looked at each other.

Wuchen's previous move, with nine layers of skill, more than ten black-clothed people around him fell to the ground, and Ji Yinghong was also injured by the powerful internal force, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Wuchen looked at the black-clothed leader coldly, and said word by word: "'Black-clothed Hall', right, I Wuchen wrote down this account, and he will definitely double it back one day!" He turned his head to look at Ji Yinghong again: "And you, if there is anything wrong with the pastoral rumor, we will settle the new and old hatreds together!" There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and after speaking, he put away the jade flute and flew away.

Ji Yinghong looked at the departing white figure in disbelief, with mixed feelings. She had never seen Wuchen so ruthless, even if he had taken the trouble to avoid her all these years, and he had never dealt her a heavy hand, and because of this, she would rely on his concessions and press forward step by step.

The world says that "the dustless boy is cold and ruthless", but she has always felt that his heart is actually quite soft, but today, it seems that she is wrong. After a while, Ji Yinghong also left slowly, her figure lonely.

The black-clothed leader looked at the two who had left one after another, and his eyes were full of apprehension. This time, he came out and brought thirty subordinates, all of whom were first-class good players, and they were originally to prevent the "Fengyuntang" from robbing people. I don't want to be robbed by "Fengyuntang" in the end, not to mention, I also got into trouble with the dustless boy known as "Jade-faced Snake Heart" in the rivers and lakes. I was thinking about how to explain when I went back.

The silver-faced man left the woods with Xi Mu Yu in one hand and a snowball in the other, came to a place with a wide field of vision, put the Mu Yu down, and with a whistle, a jujube horse ran around the corner of the sight.

Xi Muyu ignored the wound that was still bleeding, rushed to the silver-faced man, and reached out to the snowball with trembling hands, probing the temperature on its body, and feeling a little calm, but with the strength of the man in black, the injury must not be light.

Snowball, probably aware of her concern, struggled to open her wide eyes, glanced at them, and closed them weakly.

"Snowball, you're going to be fine!" Thinking that Xueqiu was injured to save her, she felt guilty in her heart, and her voice was a little distressed and sad.

Looking up at the horse that had arrived in front of him, Mu Yu was a little nervous: "Thank you, Your Excellency, can you find a safe and secluded place, Xueqiu and I need to heal." Mu Yu thought to himself, since he already owed him, he was not afraid to owe a little more.

The silver-faced man gave him a cold look, but he didn't say a word. It took a moment to carry him off and get on the horse.

The horse neighed and galloped like a fly.

Xi Muyu and Snowball sat behind the silver-faced man, trembling all over, their eyes closed, as if they were enduring great torture.

The silver-faced man seemed to sense his strangeness as well, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The horse galloped all the way, and after about an hour, finally stopped, the silver-faced man turned over and dismounted, and when he looked at Xi Muyu again, he saw that his face was purple, his lips were slightly white, his body was stiff, and a pair of big eyes looked at him in horror.

The silver-faced man dragged him off the horse, but he didn't want her to hold the snowball and fall into his arms, a smell of blood came into his nostrils, he frowned, and walked towards the house next to him with a man and a monkey in his arms.

The house was small and dilapidated, with only one or two rooms on the left intact and the rest in ruins.

There is a wooden bed on the inner wall of the house, which is shabby, but it can still sleep, there is a wooden table next to it, there are two or three clay pots on the ground, a few notched clay bowls, and a very old coat hangs on the wall. Because they haven't been used for a long time, these things are covered with a thick layer of dust.

The silver-faced man placed the pastoral rhyme and the snowball side by side on the bed, stretched out his hand to probe the pulse, and found that the pulse was fine, but the wound was a little deep, and he had lost too much blood. He turned around and went out to find a broken wooden barrel, fetched a bucket of water, and tore off a corner of his clothes, trying to clean it for him to stop the bleeding.

Just as he was about to tear the sleeve on his arm, Mu Yu reached out and grabbed him, and said in a very weak voice: "I... There is medicine... Black, save the snowball...... In the arms.... After saying that, he fainted again.

The silver-faced man put his hand into his arms to take the medicine, and as soon as he reached the medicine bottle, he found that something was wrong, and his hand tried to move slightly, so he thought of something, and the hand holding the medicine bottle was suddenly withdrawn, and his eyes looked at Xi Muyu in a coma in surprise.

After a while, he came back to his senses, fed the pill with water and fed it into Snowball's mouth, fed another one to Mu Yu in the same way, and then looked at the sleeping man and monkey, turned around and walked out of the house, and left with a horse.

Xi Muyu slept groggily on the bed, and dreamed for a while that he had returned to the "Snow Mountain", icy and snowy, so cold; One moment she galloped on a tall horse, the horse was shot, and she was thrown away; After a while, I saw the snowball being knocked away by the man in black, spitting blood from his mouth, so ......miserable.

I don't know how long it took, but she seemed to hear the sound of a snowball, was it a snowball calling her? It's not dead and alive, that's great! She desperately opened her eyes, only to see the figure in front of her from blur to clear, who was not Snowball?

Xi Muyu woke up from her trance and wanted to sit up, but found that she was weak, she looked around, it was a very small and dilapidated room, and she was lying on a dilapidated bed. Looking out through the half-hidden door, it was already dark, and the only light in the room came from a night pearl.

Snowball saw her wake up and rolled on top of her with joy.

Xi Muyu was thinking about what happened, only to see the door being pushed open, and the silver-faced man walked in with a baggage: "There are clothes and food in here." After saying that, he threw the burden to him.

She tried to stand up with her hands, but the wound was involved, and the corners of her mouth twitched in pain, and she almost screamed.

The silver-masked man ignored it and turned to leave.

"Wait,!" He looked at the silver-faced man who was speechless, and asked with some difficulty: "Do you know the young man of Qingming, did he send you to save me?" ”

The silver-faced man paused and glanced back at her: "I'm the eldest brother of Qingming, and I saved you because I don't like to owe favors." The tone was cold and detached.

"And what should I call you?"

"Wind Depression."

Looking at the back of the silver-faced man leaving, Mu Yu thought to himself: I didn't expect that I would inadvertently save someone's life and get paid off so quickly. But who are those men in black? Why kill yourself?