Chapter 410 will not be easily revealed

The war has obviously not yet affected this place, and the territory of Lingshui is absolutely safe, otherwise she will not hear any wind and grass along the way.

Just now in Lingshui City, the county guard will not not say a word, that ...... Where does this smell of blood come from?

frowned, pursed his lips, and a touch of panic ignited in his heart, pulling the reins of the horse, slowly turning around in two circles, and resolutely abandoning the horse.

Yang raised the leather whip in his hand and whipped it fiercely on the horse's back, bringing up a bloody mark, and a wound of flesh immediately flashed on the horse's back.

The southwestern horse, which has always been known for its docile temperament, ran frantically towards the avenue on the left, stepping on the foundation under his feet with potholes.

Facing the direction where the horse disappeared, Mu Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief, protected his lower abdomen with one hand, and headed towards the canyon.

She didn't know why she did it, perhaps, it was just an intuition, a heartfelt reminder that she couldn't touch or see.

In short, she just didn't want to expose her whereabouts because of the horseshoe prints, what she was afraid of, what she was hiding, she didn't know.

Fang Cai's abdominal pain, which was finally alleviated by a strong whip, came in waves, his steps were hurried, and his feet looked messy and frivolous.

At the beginning of dawn, it was a gray sky, and suddenly it was covered with dark clouds, slowly converging from all directions, and pieces of heavy clouds, surging, condensed together, hanging high above Mu Qianxun's head.

Mu Qianxun raised his eyes and glanced at the canopy, tightened the clothes on his body, and the pace under his feet was a little faster.

The deeper you goth, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, enveloping the world of one side, and the depression is breathless.

Mu Qianxun covered his mouth and nose, held back the churning in his abdomen, and walked in hard.

The sky was gloomy, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed color, Mu Qianxun looked down at the sprinkled on the ground, which had not yet completely dried up, a large amount of blood, and his heart tightened.

After walking for about a few dozen steps, she couldn't walk anymore, and with a bang in her mind, the scene in front of her overlapped with the lake last night.

In the depths of the canyon, there were corpses lying there, and the sandy ground beneath them was soaked red with blood.

These corpses, she is no stranger to them at all, and the clothes on their bodies are the secret guards who follow Mu Youchen on weekdays, and the other wave is the phantom people.

The stumps and broken arms, and the tattered clothes are all churning flesh and blood, and it can be seen how tragic the battle situation is.

Stiffening his legs, he approached step by step, allowing himself to see a little more clearly, and couldn't help but feel cold all over, as if the blood in his body would not flow.

To death, the faces of the dark guards also had an indifferent look, and the injuries on their bodies were more than a dozen more than those on the phantom's body, which showed how hard they were entangled with the minority to contain the majority.

The indifferent corpses were counted, counted over and over again, and still couldn't count, how many people died, and their eyes were red.

First of all, then so many secret guards, the closest and most trusted people who accompanied them, all left them alive and overnight.

They are all there, but there is no trace of Mu Youchen, and there is no trace of a phantom here, Mu Youchen, where is he, where is he......

Clenched fists tightly, fingernails without fingernails, unable to abuse the palms as usual, just a little tightening of the joints.

Running through the corpses that spread for two or three miles, he ran forward desperately, and his heart was already in chaos.

I can't hear the thunder overhead, I can't hear the wind whistling in my ears, all I can hear is the echo that passes in my head.

"The master was trapped in the secret room for three days and three nights, and it rained non-stop for three days and three nights, and the witch doctor said that he was damp and needed to recuperate. ”

"When the master walks, he can't even stand steadily. ”

"The Phantom is following the master, and none of the Phantom's people are left behind, and several of his cronies are there. ”

Sometimes, it was Ling Ze's anxious tone, and sometimes it was Xuanyuan Xun's rampant and smug appearance, noisy and shouting, and there was no peace.

"Do you think you can still see Mu Youchen, your love is over!"

"Do you think that on that huge territory, under the trampling of thousands of troops and horses, Mu Youchen can still leave a whole corpse?"

"Do you think Helian Rui was just tricking him into going to the Huyan tribe?"

Shaking his head, his blood-colored eyes finally faded, and a faint layer of blood red was splashed, only to feel that his throat was sweet, slimy, and full of blood.

forced himself not to spit it out, but he still overflowed a wisp, hung it on the corner of his mouth, wiped it, and a faint blood stain opened a bewitching flower at the corner of his mouth.

Her skills are unstable and she has been stimulated repeatedly, I am really afraid that she will end up with the same fate as Mo Xue and die of madness.

Running and running, at a fork in the canyon, Mu Qianxun suddenly retracted his body, covered his mouth, and wet his eyes for a moment.

Qingsi's corpse appeared in front of him at a glance, and the two front hooves were slashed by the sword, almost breaking off, and only one side of the fur was still connected to the body.

The dagger on the neck was not pulled out, and the hilt was exposed, and blood was bubbling out, and it fell wet on the black fur.

Squatting down, the jade hand trembled and touched its godless eyes, her whole body was cold, and she was trembling in the sultry sky.

In front of him, Helian Rui's smiling face suddenly enlarged, and he hated it to the bones, he really wanted Mu Youchen's life!

Keeping her in this Qingge tribe is to kill all the people around her and completely destroy her?

In Helian Rui's eyes, is she really so easy to handle? She just risked this life! She will also take his life with her own hands!

Her biological father, heh, how could Ling Xing fall in love with such a person, why did she have his blood in her body!

With a flick of his gaze, he froze straight and hooked, and even knelt and crawled, picking up the cold star jade order that was left not far from Qingsi and quietly half-buried in the sand.

The uneasiness in my heart has been magnified to the extreme, the Cold Star Jade Order has always been carried by Mu Youchen, how could it be, how could it be......

The eyes were full of panic, the eyes kept flashing, biting the lower lip fiercely, Qingsi's corpse is here, the cold star jade order is here, what about Mu Youchen?

Tightly clutching the cold star jade order dripping with blood, she almost crushed it with all her strength, it can bless itself to be reborn, how can it not keep the people she loves safe.

staggered to her feet, only to feel that everything in front of her had become hideous and terrifying, destroying her dilapidated heart.

Looking, gloomy, almost inky black clouds, surging agitatedly, close at hand, as if they would sink down at any time and turn the world upside down.

Everything was a hazy dark black, as if they had eyes, staring at her viciously, trying to devour her.

Pingbai was scared, couldn't stop being afraid, looking around, the sky was mixed with blood, and he couldn't breathe.

The canyon turned round and round in front of her eyes, and she couldn't figure out the direction of the turn, and the rain was about to fall, and there was a kind of absurd thought, as long as the rain fell, she would never find him.

The throbbing pain in her lower abdomen became more and more severe, she pulled out her feet, ran forward, and ran in no direction, at this moment, she was really helpless.

The sky was getting darker and darker, the thunder was getting faster and louder, and the hand of the water chestnut of the Cold Star Jade Order was painful, and he didn't care about it.

Standing in the open canyon, tired and unable to run anymore, bending over with his hands on his knees, constantly panting, his eyes wet and dry, dry and wet.

Dragging his tired body, he tried to move forward, and with every step, his lower abdomen throbbed violently, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Smiling bitterly, sobbing, all the way forward, child, I'm afraid I can't keep it, if... If Mu Youchen had any mistakes, she would really have nothing.

Shallow words, dark guards, green silk, children, stroke by stroke, she remembers it for Helian Rui, these will not be easily revealed!

Walking aimlessly, there is not the slightest clue for her to go to find it, she can't even be sure that Mu Youchen is not in this canyon, let alone whether Mu Youchen is... Alive.

wanted to cry hard and vent the pain in her heart, but she knew that now was not the time to cry, no matter how difficult it was, she had to go on.

As long as she can't see Mu Youchen's body for a day, she won't give up for a day, he is Mu Youchen, how can he fall down so easily, he must, he must be waiting for himself.

The bean-sized raindrops crackled down, and the head and face were coming, straightening their weak legs, and running wildly again.

It's raining, it's raining, there is no Han Xingyu Ling with him, how can he resist it, his eyes are blurry, his face is cold, wet, and he can't tell whether it's rain or tears.

The sand was soaked in rain, and it sagged softly, leaving a series of crooked footprints.

In the pouring rain, Mu Qianxun seemed to see faint blood stains in front of him, and after the rain, it was not very clear.

The gaze goes down, it's not an illusion, it's real, not just a drop, but in this direction, all the way.

This is the direction out of the canyon, out of the canyon, the terrain will be completely complicated, mountains, bamboo forests, forks in the road frequently, but it is a good place to hide.

If you want to hide, it is not easy to be found, I don't know, whether this bloodstain will be Mu Youchen's.

The phantom made a move, and with Mu Youchen's mind, he should have thought that the so-called fact that she went out with the Haoji of the stage was just the phantom's rhetoric.

They will not go towards the Huyan tribe wholeheartedly, and the more roads they can choose, the greater the chance of escape.

He had escaped, he was fine now, she could find the blood, did the Phantom find the bloodstains before her?

In my mind, countless questions popped up at once, and suddenly, the whole person was a little more energetic, and the blood stains left behind, and the anxiety in my heart turned into motivation.

With such a heavy rain, these blood stains will disappear in a short time, so she must do it as soon as possible.

Along the way, he rampaged out of the canyon, bypassing many obstacles, and was numb from the rain.

The clothes under his body were dyed red, and under the soak of the rain, they were bright red and incomparably seeping.