The sound of the sword clashing was rapid and intense, and in just a few seconds, it all disappeared, and everything around them returned to silence, except for the whistling of the cold wind in his ears.

Dou Qingshuang stuffed the fire fold into his arms, breathed slightly, and continued to grope forward.

Bai Yusha was worried that the Dou family's head would not be able to turn around, so he buried a pebble on the wall every few hundred meters, and the rounded end was in the direction of the exit.

The darkness gradually gathered, and the depression was overwhelming, and the boundless sense of loneliness and powerlessness would have gone crazy if it were an ordinary person.

Dou Qingshuang stepped on the silent black, her body paused slightly, and she slowly groped forward for about ten steps before stopping, she looked at the darkness in front of her, and her heart sank.

The pebbles were gone, but the light of the exit was not seen.

She carefully recalled in her mind what Dou Chunting said to her when she was a child, and there was a slight vibration from her fingertips, crispy and numb, as if an electric current was passing through.

With a thump in her heart, Dou Qingshuang retracted her fingers, but at this moment, the wall 'boomed' loudly, shattering a gap, and thousands of rays of light pierced the night in an instant.

She crouched down against the wall with her eyes covered, and not far above her head there was the sound of fierce fighting of weapons, and the strong wind blew the gravel down on her body, causing pain.

Someone came from far and near and swept to her side, Dou Qingshuang only felt that her collar was tight, and she was carried into the air and swept towards one side.

It seemed that someone was chasing after him, but the skill of the person carrying him was higher, and he threw off the pursuer after a while, and after a few light jumps, he threw Dou Qingshuang to the ground.

A doorless and roofless house, with only bare walls, and the walls are very high, like cliffs. Dou Qingshuang gradually adapted to the light, and looked up coldly at the two black-clothed men who blocked the only exit, holding the fire fold.

In the dim light, Dou Qingshuang's hands were tied behind her back, and the binding method was unique, and she couldn't break free for a while, so she could only honestly lean against the wall.

The two black-clothed men at the door were extremely traumatized, and blood continued to flow down their clothes, soaking the ground under their feet, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the taller black-clothed man spit out a mouthful of blood, panting, looked at her, and whispered: "Why don't you kill her?" ”

The short man in black smiled and stared at Dou Qingshuang with squinted eyes, "Didn't you notice?" The guy in the Mogui Pavilion has never made a mistake, but after this little girl appeared, the guy obviously hesitated, otherwise, how could you and I escape? ”

The short man walked over, stretched out his hand and pinched Dou Qingshuang's chin, his eyes showed a fierce light, "Little girl, you'd better be honest, what is your relationship with the people in the Ink Ghost Pavilion?" Don't expect anyone to save you, we're not vegetarians, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu will take you on the road! ”

Dou Qingshuang's eyes moved slightly, she didn't speak, her face was pale, she looked frightened, and her tied hands untied the rope silently, "I don't know what you are talking about." ”

The short man was obviously dissatisfied, the tall man was impatient, he pressed the constantly bleeding abdomen, feeling that his strength was disappearing, just standing was holding on, he stared at Dou Qingshuang with cold eyes, his posture had a unique temperament, not an ordinary bandit, "The Mogui Pavilion cultivated by the Beizhi Imperial Family even dared to kill the first-class minister directly, but he only hesitated about you, little girl, I believe that you are a smart person, for the sake of your own life, don't cover the things that shouldn't be covered." The second prince of Beichi, what is the relationship with you? ”

The second prince of Beizhi? Who?

Dou Qingshuang's brain was running rapidly, and it seemed that she was accidentally involved in a dispute. She doesn't have a dime to do with either of them, but she can't say that she doesn't have a relationship.

This person will kill himself.

The two men in black stared at her directly, without letting go of the slightest expression, and after being silent for a long time, Dou Qingshuang said, "I was ordered to wait here." ”

The two men in black glanced at each other, and the short man stepped forward and said, "Ordered? The order of the second prince!? ”

Dou Qingshuang paused, and said: "I don't know, I only know that this place is the place where the white jade temple is laid out, and it is strange and abnormal, and the master ordered to stay in place, otherwise his life will be lost." ”

"Bai Yusha, ha," the short man suddenly laughed, his face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Sure enough, as the general expected, the place that the second prince wants is here!" We're going back! This little girl is useful, ha, big brother, this time I really got a harvest!! ”

Dou Qingshuang was dragged up by the short man, a silver needle fell to the ground along the sleeve, the short man seemed to be unconscious, saw the tall man standing still, and said hurriedly: "Big brother, what are you doing in a daze?" If we don't leave, when the guy from the Ink Ghost Pavilion chases after us, we can't leave if we want to! ”

The tall man's eyes were staring at the ground without blinking, and on the silver needle made of special materials, his face was heavy, and he said slowly: "A few days ago, when we followed the second prince into Nanshu, I heard that there was a miracle doctor in Zhuohuai. ”

The short man was stunned, and the tall man's face gradually became distorted, "A woman who can cure the epidemic, how could the Northern Blazing Emperor let her out of the palace!?" ”

"She is not from the Ink Ghost Pavilion at all, she is the daughter of Dou Chunting!" Li Li's eyes widened angrily, and he pulled out a long knife with blood, "The Dou bloodline, it must be removed!" ”

Dou Qingshuang never expected these two people to turn their faces when they said that they would turn their faces, and when they saw the tall man draw his knife, he violently broke free from the short man's clamp and kicked on the short man's injured leg.

The short man fell to the ground with a sigh, extremely painful, holding his extremely injured leg as if he had lost half his life, and said hatefully: "Little slut, Lao Tzu is going to kill you!" ”

There were several wounds on his body, Dou Qingshuang didn't kick it, and he picked the heaviest and most painful part of the injury, which was vicious and smacked.

Leaving the man holding the knife and slashing, Dou Qingshuang's eyes were cold, while staring at the knife cut by the detachment, he hurriedly groped for the wall, and when he touched a flower-like bulge, he squatted down violently, and a twist was able to dodge the knife cut by the detachment.

The short man got up from the ground, his eyes were full of blood, he glared at Dou Qingshuang fiercely, gritted his teeth and roared: "That old thing of Dou Chunting, for the faint king of Nanshu, he killed so many of our brothers, and he deserved to die on the battlefield, he shouldn't have left a little blood, only worthy of the Dou clan of the clan!" ”

Dou Qingshuang stood up against the wall, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, his fingers slowly rotated along the wall pattern, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, his expression was arrogant, and he said sharply: "My father's heroic son, born for the people, fighting for the country, death is also a horse leather shroud on the battlefield, loyal all his life, never betrayed and retreated, is the faith of the people of Nanshu, the benchmark of the people of the world, what are you, a group of young people, I don't even have the qualifications to mention my father's name!" ”

The tall and short black-clothed people's bodies trembled, and they all held knives and slashed towards Dou Qingshuang, seeing that the bloody knife was slashed with a bloody atmosphere, Dou Qingshuang was surprisingly calm.

Her fingers pressed tightly on both sides of the wall pattern, the white jade temple loves the white peach blossoms in April, and also hates it to the bone.

He is extremely casual, and the consequences of the techniques he creates will be determined by heaven, and Dou Qingshuang doesn't know whether he will die with them after letting go of his hand, or whether he will escape to another way of life.

At this moment, a black shadow fell from the sky, kicked the tall man away, and hit the wall fiercely, his bones were shattered in an instant, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were open, and he died on the spot.

The short man roared and slashed towards Dou Qingshuang, the black shadow swept towards him like a teleportation, and the knife fell in his hand, and the short man's arm flew out with blood spraying.

"Hey," the short man had a pale face, smiled weirdly, and a hand actually poked out of his collar and slapped Dou Qingshuang's shoulder with a palm, and in the next second, his head was thrown into the air and fell to the ground fiercely.

Dou Qingshuang only felt that it was dark in front of her, and the hand that pressed the pattern was weak, and when her hand shook, the whole person softened, and the black shadow seemed to be 'huh', flashed in front of her, and grabbed her front collar.

She gasped several times from the heavy blow in her shoulder, coughed several times lowly, took a big breath to relieve the pain, and slowly opened her eyes.

But seeing that the face of the person in front of him gradually became clearer, he was dressed in black, and his face was not as lazy and indecent as before, and he was frowning at her.

It was Zhao Yu.

Seeing Zhao Yu at this time, Dou Qingshuang didn't think anything was strange, anyway, this person was very good at pretending to be a rabbit and eating all kinds of beast meat, where it was beneficial to him, he could see him wherever it was good, and after seeing a lot, he would get used to it.

The ground shook faintly, and cracks that snaked like snakes shattered like spider webs from under their feet.

Dou Qingshuang didn't even have time to exclaim, the ground collapsed, and a sense of weightlessness came, and Dou Qingshuang didn't even have time to react otherwise, so he fell sharply downward.

Zhao Yu's eyes widened slightly, he grabbed Dou Qingshuang's waist with one hand, took the person into his arms, and jumped towards the bottom of the darkness through the broken and falling stones.

The man's arms were strong and powerful, exuding an elegant and pleasant smell, Dou Qingshuang's head was pressed by one hand, tightly attached to his chest, and Zhao Yu's strong and powerful heartbeat could be clearly heard.

The heartbeat sound seemed to have magical power, with the magic of hypnotic paralysis, and for a moment, Dou Qingshuang couldn't even feel the pain in his shoulder, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.

"Little girl of the Dou family," Zhao Yu's voice suddenly sounded from the top of his head, his tone was witty, with a hint of imperceptible ambiguity, "You are a doctor yourself, you can't even heal yourself, right?" Or do you look at the son of this world, Toyojin Junlang, and save the idea of relying on this son? At that time, your shouting was full of energy, and the sound was transmitted for thousands of miles, otherwise how could this son of the world rush over 'so coincidentally'? ”

Dou Qingshuang's face was dark, the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, the pain in her shoulder made her nerves numb, and the turbidity in her brain disappeared in an instant.

Lowering her eyes and glancing at the bottom of the black endless head, the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up a smile, her sleeves trembled slightly, and a few silver needles fell on her hand.

Dou Qingshuang's fingertips pinching the silver needle gradually turned white.

Scold.

If it weren't for the unknown life and death ahead, this would be her son, she would have stabbed this shameless man to death with a needle!