She managed to attract the attention of some people, reducing some resistance for Mu Ling, and when her face was also splashed with blood, Mu Ling finally killed the last person who stood in the way.

The moment he saw the woman, there was a moment of joy in his eyes, and without any hesitation, he pulled the woman up and ran forward.

There were still more than 30 pursuers behind him......

After escaping for about half an hour, a river appeared in front of him.

Mu Ling was about to jump, but he could clearly feel the fear that the woman next to him wanted to hide as much as she could.

He turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes full of determination.

She nodded, she couldn't stop any longer, the pursuers were coming at once, and even though it was unpredictable like him, she would choose to believe it.

Thump___

After this sound, a group of black-clothed men on the shore pounced, so they had to divide into two routes, one part stayed here to guard, and the other part went downstream to look for it.

In the water, Mu Ling kept pulling Qing Ning to swim downstream.

Because he knew that if he went downstream and walked twenty miles of mountain road, he would reach Chengdong Avenue, which would be easier to be discovered by officers and soldiers, and they would be saved.

But Qing Ning, who has always been able to do anything, the only thing that can't do it is water.

For the first time in sixteen years, she was in the water.

The icy water of the river was more terrible to her than the scorching flames, like a huge monster, little by little, sucking her life.

Mu Ling seemed to feel the woman's body in her hand gradually soften, and with a lot of effort, she held her in her arms, lowered her head, and met her lips to help her breathe.

Her hands were softly on his shoulders, her closed eyes opened with all her strength again, his breath was now her only life-saving straw, that stream of heat, melted into her heart, unforgettable.

Seeing her open her eyes again, his lips left her, but his action changed from pulling her to holding her, trying to use his body to reduce some of the water invasion of her.

Finally......

When they arrived on the downstream shore, the two of them came out of the water and spit out a few mouthfuls of water each, but they did not stop at all, and continued to drive the mountain road, because everyone knew that stopping at this time was tantamount to waiting for death. After walking for more than ten miles, a sudden "Your Highness" called Mu Ling, who was walking in front.

He turned around and found that Qing Ning, who had been following him closely, had been thrown a foot away by him.

"You, are you hurt?" Her voice was very weak, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

"Never"

"Okay, then, can I trouble you and take care of me" After the woman said this, she fell on the mountain road with a "bang".

Mu Ling was startled and hurriedly ran towards the woman.

The woman's face was pale, her eyes were closed, her brow was furrowed with pain, and the left finger covering her left abdomen was full of oozing red.

He removed her hand, and a broken arrow plunged into her.

It turned out that she accompanied him to open up a way out with such an injury, swam a mile of water with him, and walked with him on a mountain road of more than ten miles.

Mu Ling's heart moved, as if something had suddenly melted, and the melted thing, like magma, burned his heart a little bit, and his heart ached, when would he feel this way?

She raised her hand and carefully picked up the woman, for fear that one would accidentally hurt her again.

The mountain road ahead was even more rugged, until night fell, and there was still a mile left.

But the woman in her hand seemed to be obviously unable to hold on, and her face became more and more pale.

He finally found a large bluestone slab, put her on it, raised his hand, and ripped off a piece of his brocade robe.

The soaked clothes have not yet dried, and if a fire is lit at this time, the light of the fire will surely attract the pursuers, which is equivalent to looking for death.

He pondered for a moment, and finally chose to rub the brocade with his two hands, repeatedly.

The brocade passed through his fingers and sucked the heat on his other hand.

When he was nine years old, he went to war with his imperial brother and was always alone. His challenge, his gloom, he thought, no one could bear.

But to this day, he saw her in the midst of the siege, and the resolute woman stood by his side and fought her way out with him.

The brocade on his hands gradually dried, and there was the most pure happiness in his eyes.

Be very careful, and bandage the woman. That movement was extremely gentle, perhaps, for him, such an action was already a matter of his previous life, and today, she found it again.

After dealing with the woman's wound, Mu Ling raised his head, the moon had reached the top of his head, at this time, it should be around the time of the child.

The pain in his right shoulder reminded him that he was also injured, but after being immersed in the water, no one could see his black clothes and her red clothes.

Mu Ling moved, leaning on the edge of the bluestone slab to recover his strength, he dragged the injury on his shoulder and her, and it was already the limit to get here.

But it didn't take long for him to hear neat footsteps behind the woods, and he opened his eyes alertly, why, the pursuers were found so quickly?

He stood up with the bluestone slab, trying to adjust himself to the best condition, staring sharply at the direction from which the firelight came, ready to fight,

There were seven of them.

Mu Ling raised his hand, and the only short knife in his hand flew out, slashing the throats of the two black-clothed men who hit the head.

Bang, bang, two bangs, and the two fell to the ground. At this point, he had to do it quickly.

The third person, holding a sword, swept towards Mu Ling, Mu Ling bent back, dodged the blade of the sword, raised his foot, kicked the person out of three zhang away, and grabbed someone's sword with his hand, and cut off someone's "lifeline".

The man only wailed, and lost the ability to fight.

Seeing this, the fourth and fifth people slashed at Mu Ling vertically with knives, and Mu Ling couldn't dodge, so he had to hit it hard.

He raised the sword in his hand horizontally to contend with the two swords, and as a result, the sword was instantly cut into three pieces.

Damn, if it was his Dark Iron Sword, how could it be so vulnerable.

Mu Ling was forced by the knife to take two steps back, and then stepped forward as fast as he could, stabbing the hearts of the two with the only broken sword in his hand.

Sure enough, the martial artists who are known for their strength have poor speed.

When he slashed the throat of the seventh man with his broken sword, the eighth man was behind him and stabbed him hard at the wound in his right shoulder.

His handsome face was almost distorted by pain, but he still threw the broken sword in his hand and stabbed it straight into the throat of the wailing man three feet away, after all, there was no aftermath.

Then he kicked backwards and kicked the person behind him in the vital place, and the man was forced to take two steps back.

As soon as Mu Ling turned around, the man counterattacked again, directly pressing Mu Ling down, pressing himself above Mu Ling, the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was aimed at Mu Ling's throat.

Mu Ling held his hand with both hands, his right shoulder had been pierced, blood, strands were surging, and the strength of that person was irresistible.

Beads of sweat oozed from his head from time to time, and the blood gushing out of his right shoulder was taking away his strength little by little, Mu Ling's heart gradually sank, and he was dashing, could it be that today, he really wanted to die here?

"Your Highness"

Suddenly, a voice came from scratch, not loud, but enough to break the deadlock, hoarse, indistinguishable from men and women.

The man in black suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, could it be that there was someone there? At the moment, Mu Ling was no longer threatening, but the voice was ......

It sounded so radiant, he had just been injured by Mu Ling, and if that person fought back, he would die

He got up and approached the bluestone slab step by step.

Mu Ling also got up with difficulty and looked at the woman on the bluestone slab from afar.

He knew that since she deliberately called him, he would definitely be able to deal with that person, but he also knew that the feeling in his heart was called worry.

The man approached Qing Ning, the woman on the bluestone slab still closed her eyes, under the moonlight, she was beautiful and moving, which made him hesitate a little, such a beauty, it's a pity.

The man in black still raised his sword, ready to stab at the woman.