The sky gradually sank, and the trees, which had begun to lose their leaves, finally took off all their burdens, and lay down on the side of the road tiredly, letting the evening wind blow back and forth.

Hua Qing helped the masked assassin into the ruined temple.

"Hey, be careful!"

As soon as Hua Qing's words fell, the assassin leaned heavily against the wall and sat down. The pain in his body made him frown.

"Thank you for saving me, you can go."

The Assassin spoke.

"Although I swam to the bottom of the water to help you untie the aquatic weed that tied your heels, you also helped me block two arrows, so we were even. Since I am half responsible for your arrow wounds, I will heal you. ”

After Hua Qing finished speaking, she didn't wait for the assassin to respond, she turned around and walked out of the temple gate, ready to collect firewood.

She didn't remember the masked assassin in front of her, but the masked assassin remembered her.

It's just because there aren't many unforgettable women in the world.

He had seen her twice, once at the post station, and once that night when she fell from a thorn tree, and he saved her, but she wanted to shout "help".

He entered Washington to steal the fragments of the forbidden book, and he fell into an ambush by the enemy, so he fell into the water. But isn't she King Zhao's favorite little scholar? Why do you fall into the water?

While thinking about it, Hua Qing had already carried a pile of firewood and came back with a few short sweet potatoes.

She put down the firewood, struck the stone on the fire, lit the firewood in front of her, warmed her hand, and said:

"I'm going to help you pull out the arrow, it might hurt a little, you bear with it."

The Assassin refused:

"No, go back where you came from!"

Hua Qing was stunned. Where did you come from and where are you going?

Her King Zhao, today's regular term, will soon be someone else's husband, although Su Wen and the Ninth Princess are also good friends with themselves, but because they will have to intersect with King Zhao in the future, looking for them is really causing trouble for them, she has never been a person who loves to cause trouble to others.

Now, looking at the Central Plains, she has no family and no friends. She has no home and no support, so where can she go back?

What's more, she didn't know why Mrs. Hua pushed her into the water. Perhaps, it is because of his own existence that threatens Huaququ? If so, going back is a dead end.

She looked down at the fire in front of her, and pulled the firewood with a stick, and the fire burned even brighter.

"I can't go back, it's not my home. I know you're an assassin, I don't mind who you are, and I won't go to the government to report the crime, and even I can cure you, but I have a request. ”

"What request?"

"Get me out of the customs."

The assassin was silent, and Hua Qing continued:

"It's a fair deal, you're seriously injured now, I won't heal you, the government will search, and they will find you soon. And you have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and sending me out of the customs should be just a trivial matter for you. You can rest assured, after leaving the customs, I will take care of my own affairs, and I will not hold you back, when you take your Yangguan Road, I will take my single-plank bridge, how about it? ”

The Assassin was wary at first when he heard that she was going to follow her, but when she finally said that he only needed to send her out, he relented and replied:

"Okay."

"That's a deal."

She dropped the stick, walked around behind the Assassin, and whispered:

"Undress up."

The assassin was silent, just cooperated with her to unbutton the blouse, the black blouse slipped down the waist, Hua Qing couldn't help but feel horrified when she saw the assassin's back, the scars on the snow-white skin were sinking, like centipedes, lying on the back. The shape of the scar is very irregular, and it seems to be the result of different weapons.

Hua Qing couldn't help frowning, thinking to herself, the profession of an assassin seems to be really dangerous, how many swords you have to endure in this life, and how many nine deaths you have to escape in order to leave this line of survival alive.

She pulled out the poisoned arrow from his back, and sucked the wound in the back from the poisoned arrow, the smell of blood made her gag several times. It wasn't until the poisonous blood on the ground turned black and red that she stopped.

She tore several sleeves of her dress and placed them on a wooden rack to dry the moisture.

"Lucky for you, I just happened to bring hemostatic medicine. But you are really able to bear it, and you don't even scream when it hurts so much to pull out an arrow. ”

She took a bottle from the inner lining, opened the cap and poured the powder onto his wound, then bandaged it with a dried sleeve.

Outside the door, a few dogs barked intermittently, the night after autumn was very lonely, a clear moon hung in the sky, and there was a smaller star by its side.

The spark in the fire in the house rattled, and Hua Qing turned the roasted sweet potato on the side, and did not forget to pinch her earlobe after turning it over to prevent her hands from being burned.

Hua Qing looked up and saw that the assassin was still veiled, and couldn't help but move closer to him. The Assassin asked warily:

"What do you do?"

"Didn't I say I didn't mind your status as an assassin, let alone report to the authorities? Then why are you still wearing a veil? You know, wearing a veil is not good for breathing. ”

Xiao Zhan was stunned for a moment, and Hua Qing took advantage of his distraction to directly pull off his veil.

"You ......"

Xiao Zhan asked rhetorically:

"What are you?"

Hua Qing lowered her head and said shyly:

"I didn't ...... Nothing, I just didn't expect the Assassin to look so good. ”

She had thought that assassins were vicious, but she had never seen such a handsome and extraordinary man as the man in front of her. She bakes the ripped veil on firewood.

"I'm sleepy, I'll squint first, there are sweet potatoes next to the fire, you remember to eat them when they're roasted in a while."

Xiao Zhan didn't respond, Hua Qing took out a string of silver bells from the sleeve of her underwear, and then wrapped one end of the silver bell around her hand and the other end around Xiao Zhan's hand. Xiao Zhan asked puzzledly:

"What are you doing here?"

"Prevent you from escaping. I saved you, you have to remember to take me out of the customs, say yes. ”

“.......”

Xiao Zhan thought to himself that women were really troublesome.

"Sleep! I promise you. ”

Hua Qing squinted reassuringly.

Xiao Zhan picked out the sweet potato next to the fire and was about to peel it, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, he hurriedly burned the silver bell silk thread wrapped around his hand with fire, and then extinguished the fire. He picked up Hua Qing and put her on the bed covered with leaves, and then greeted her.

"There's a ruined temple there, go in and have a look!"

Under the leader's order, more than a dozen black-clothed people came out of the forest, and just as they were about to gallop into the ruined temple, under the moonlight, a man also dressed in black was holding a snow sword that was as clear as frost, and jumped on the roof.

"No need to look for it, I'm here!"

When the men in black saw their target, they lined up and slaughtered the masked assassin en masse. The blade as cold as the moon stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the rolled sand and stones became sharp weapons to attack the enemy, and after a few moves, the screams were endless.

Hua Qing seemed to hear the sound of weapons in her sleep, and when she turned over and found herself sleeping on the ground, and there was indeed a fight outside the window, she couldn't help but sit up in shock. By the light of the moon, she saw empty and ruined temples, hung with cobwebs, and a extinguished fire on the ground, and a few sweet potatoes beside the fire, but what about the Assassin who fled with her last night?

The sound of swords and screams came into Hua Qing's ears again, could it be .......?