On the other side, Su Zijin didn't say a word and was in a hurry.

Zhao Po himself was also worried about Song Jue, so he naturally understood Su Zijin's mood. Although Zhao Po is also a person who is very afraid of insects, the current situation does not allow her to be hypocritical, so she can only grit her teeth and clench her fists to try to keep up with Su Zijin's pace.

The light was dim, Zhao Po tried to avoid the place where the insects gathered, and without paying attention, his foot was tripped by a raised stone, and he fell to the ground with a "bang", and his knee fell to the edge of the hard stone without protection.

"Hiss......" Zhao Po gasped in pain, she bit her lip, trembling and balancing her body, trying to stand up.

At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared in front of me.

Zhao Po looked up.

It's Su Zijin is hand.

Su Zijin's face was at the intersection of fire and darkness, Zhao Po couldn't see his expression clearly, and he could only hear him whisper: "Take my hand and go." ”

"Thank you." Zhao Po stood up with the help of Su Zijin's arm, and then took his hand and followed him.

The sound of clashing rubble echoed through the deep tunnels.

Zhao Po concentrated on the road under his feet. I don't know how long I walked, but there was a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.

Zhao Po glanced nervously at Su Zijin, who was expressionless, but his eyes were already full of vigilance and murderous intent.

Zhao Po was worried that someone would suddenly attack after a while, and Su Zijin would be unable to deal with it with one hand, so he let go of his hand.

As the light slowly brightened, they finally saw the prince lying on the ground and a few men dressed in alien costumes who had fainted around the prince.

What about Song Jue?

Zhao Po quickly looked for the familiar figure on this small flat ground.

Fear slowly crept up in Zhao Po's heart, her eyes widened, trying not to let herself cry; His hands were clenched into fists, and he didn't feel his nails digging into the flesh.

Su Zijin noticed Zhao Podi's abnormality, touched her lightly, lowered his voice and said, "You stay here and don't move, I'll pick up Ziqing." ”

Su Zijin was about to fly out of the tunnel, and the sound of a crowd walking and communicating came from the other side of the flat ground.

He had no choice but to stay where he was, clenching his teeth in anger and anxiety.

Soon, a group of men dressed in alien costumes appeared from the entrance of the cave.

When they saw their companions fainting on the ground, they panicked. A man who looked like a leader crouched next to a fainting guard and slapped him hard in the face.

The latter still hasn't woken up, and I don't know if he's fainted or dead.

After the leader turned around and gave his men a loud command in a foreign language, they quickly divided into three teams of ten men each.

"They are the Qiangwu people of the Western Regions." Zhao Po whispered.

Su Zijin nodded.

Looking at the two teams again, one team entered the tunnel where they came, one team entered the other tunnel, and the last team walked in the direction of Zhao Po's Su Zijin.

Su Zijin's eyes were firmly fixed on the group, moving his body slightly.

The leader of the team found Su Zijin and Zhao Po and nervously shouted in the alien language.

The people who had just entered the other tunnels immediately returned and gathered.

As if encouraged by his companions, the person who took the lead shouted, raised his knife and slashed at Su Zijin.

Su Zijin didn't hurry to choke his arm and secretly exert his strength, so with the man's scream, his arm had been broken by Su Zijin.

Hearing such a scream, the rest of the aliens were slightly frightened in their hearts, but they still raised their knives and rushed towards Su Zijin.

Su Zijin snatched the knife from the first person and calmly responded to the battle.

I saw that the three of them had fallen to the ground, and the blood seemed to be spurted out by a powerful water gun, shooting on the stone wall.

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they couldn't help but retreat.

The big knife couldn't be used in the narrow space, and the prince was still lying in the middle of the flat ground, Su Zijin protected Zhao Po and fought out of the tunnel.

But at this time, the other people from the second team had already gathered around, and the leader shouted angrily, and he didn't know what to shout in a different language, so that his subordinates, who were still timid just now, rushed towards Su Zijin again.

Su Zijin's eyes were red, and in an instant, there were blood and severed limbs everywhere on the small flat ground.

Several people found Zhao Po hiding behind Su Zijin, they glanced at each other, and rushed towards Zhao Po from where Su Zijin's arm was out of reach.

Zhao Po retreated again and again, hiding behind Su Zijin. Those people were stopped by Su Zijin and died.

Zhao Po had an idea and said, "I'll be the bait." ”

With that, back to the position just now. Sure enough, two more people flew towards Zhao Po.

Zhao Po bent down and hurriedly returned to Su Zijin's back, the two hurriedly braked, the lower plate was unstable, and Su Zijin easily wiped his neck.

Seeing that his men were dying one after another, the leader on the opposite side roared angrily, and the sword was unsheathed, killing Su Zijin with the momentum of pulling out mountains and rivers.

This person's martial arts are quite profound, Su Zijin can't help but concentrate on dealing with it, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser for a while.

Seeing that Zhao Po had lost protection, several small soldiers immediately regarded her as a good opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and raised their knives to slash at Zhao Po.

Zhao Po hurriedly ran towards the no-man's land, trying his best to dodge the dense attack.

The killers chased after Zhao Po excitedly, without the slightest panic in the face of Su Zijin just now, as if they were just participating in a running race now.

Where can Zhao Po outrun these well-trained men?

In a panic, Zhao Po's legs shook and he fell to the ground.

The fastest runner behind him was overjoyed, and slashed at Zhao Po with a big knife.

Zhao Po flexibly rolled to the side, and the big knife fell on her ear, making a "buzz" sound.

The man seemed to be a little enraged, and he raised his knife and tried to slash again.

Zhao Po climbed with a roll, so the trick was repeated.

Being toyed with by a little girl, the man was completely furious.

He forced Zhao Po into a corner with a knife, slammed Zhao Po's head against the stone wall, and then kicked Zhao Po in the abdomen.

Zhao Po snorted, unconscious in pain, and vaguely saw a machete falling towards him.

She closed her eyes and waited for death.

"Whew!"

The sound of blood cutting through the air.

The warm liquid splashed on Zhao Po's face with a rusty smell.

It doesn't seem like it's your own blood......

Zhao Po struggled to open his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a man's face.

Is it a dream?

Zhao Po muttered, "Song Jue ......"

After that, I couldn't open my eyes again.

It hurts......

Knees, lower abdomen, head, hot pain.

And his face leaned against the damp, cold wall, and every breath brought a sick, musty smell.

There are also sounds with blurred backgrounds.

There are crisp, some dull, some moist, some excited......

These voices gradually faded, and a new, clear voice occupied Zhao Po's mind.

The voice grew clearer.

"Open your eyes and see my ......"

"Wake up ......"

"Don't go ......"

I don't want to go......

Zhao Po thought.

She sniffed, and a bitter smell of medicine rushed into her nostrils.

Lingtai gradually woke up, and Zhao Po opened his eyes vigorously.

It's the same blurry face you saw before you lost consciousness.

A hand attached to his face, and a warm breath fell on Zhao Po's face.

It's Song Jue!

This name appeared in Zhao Po's mind, and she was a spirit.

The face in front of him becomes clear, with familiar eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips.

"Song Jue......" Zhao Po said aloud.

"It's me!"

"Uh-huh......" His throat seemed to be ripped open and sunburned, and it was a hot pain.

Song Jue carefully lifted Zhao Po's body and let the cool water flow through Zhao Po's mouth.

Zhao Po finally regained consciousness, and she leaned weakly on Song Jue: "You're not dead?" ”

"Not dead." Song Jue's voice trembled a little.

"What about the prince?"

"The prince is next door to you, when you are well, I will take you to see him, okay?"

"Okay."

Song Jue gently put Zhao Po's body back on the bed.

Zhao Po's right hand tightly grasped the corner of Song Jue's clothes.

Song Jue held Zhao Po's slender jade hand, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.