Although there are forests around the cottage, there are also roads for horses to go up and down, and the master rushed straight down the road, and behind him, dozens of fast horses chased after him.

The master rushed down the cottage forest in one breath, came to the main road, quickly argued the direction, and ran along the road he had come from before. Behind him, dozens of fast horses were still in hot pursuit.

The horse kept galloping all the way, but fortunately, the horse's speed was fast, and he gradually threw the horses behind him away.

Unconsciously, the sky was bright, and the master was tired, and he was still bleeding all over his body. The horse was also tired, and on the horse's back, the blood of the grandfather and the sweat from the horse were mixed and trickled down the stirrup.

However, there was no trace of the horse behind him, and it was estimated that he was still chasing behind, but it was not as fast as the grandfather's horse.

After running for a while, the sky was bright, and there were pedestrians on the road, but these pedestrians were so frightened that they dodged in a hurry when they saw the master, it was too scary, not to mention that they were covered in blood, and there was still a human head tied around their waists.

The master looked at it, this is not good, this disguise walks through the village and town, even if he is not caught up by the ringing horse, he will be targeted by the government.

At this time, a forest appeared next to it, and the master turned his horse's head, left the road, and got into the woods.

After walking a short distance in the woods, a small river appeared, the water was not deep, but it was very clear. The river was babbling and blocking the woods.

The master turned over, dismounted, looked at his body, tied his horse to the river, stuck his knife in the dirt by the river, jumped into the river, and took off his clothes.

The master wanted to wash his clothes and body, but when he took off his clothes, he found that his left arm was not obeying, and his entire left arm was numb, and he was almost unconscious.

It took a lot of effort, the clothes on the upper body were taken off, and the master's injuries were basically on the upper body, and most of them were on the back, he reached out and touched it, and there were more than a dozen wounds on the back, but fortunately they were all flesh wounds, and the wounds were not deep.

There is one on the chest, one on the small and one in the abdomen, and the one on the chest is a little deeper, almost exposing the sternum, which was slashed by one of the masters with a knife on the roof, but the head of the master was cut off by the master in exchange for a life.

After washing the bloody clothes, he wiped the wounds with his clothes, and some wounds on his back couldn't be reached with one hand, but the grandfather obviously felt that he was still bleeding, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed.

Then, the master walked to the small river with water, stretched out his hand and dug up the silt by the river, which was mixed with grass roots and rotten leaves, and the master threw the silt on his body.

The mud was thrown onto the wound, and there was a heart-piercing pain, and then, the master used a big knife to cut the clothes into pieces and wrapped them around his body. The wound is covered with rotten sludge, which can also have a certain effect on stopping bleeding.

After tossing and turning for a while, he finally wrapped his body with strips of cloth, and the rest of the place is easy to say, but the wound on his shoulder feels strange, that is, the place where he was shot by a dart. It didn't hurt much, and it didn't bleed much, but it was numb and cold, and the grandfather thought that the whole left arm couldn't be lifted, and it should have something to do with this wound.

When the master packed himself up and came out of the river, he heard the chaotic sound of horses' hooves, followed by a shout: "Three masters, the blood on the road is gone, it must have run into this forest......"

When the master heard this, his nerves suddenly tensed, wrapped his head with the rest of his clothes, picked up a big knife and turned over on his horse. The horses crossed the creek and ran toward the woods on the other side of the river, and behind him there was the sound of horses' hooves, and the horses that had been chasing them had apparently entered the woods.

I don't know how far I ran in the forest, the grandfather came to the end of the forest, and a big dirt slope appeared in front of him, like a city wall, and the horses couldn't go up, so the grandfather had to run along the dirt slope.

Running and running, the master felt dizzy, his eyes were dark, so he didn't faint, if he fainted at this time, could he still have his own life?

The master held on to his spirits, whipped the horse, and after running for a long time, the dirt slope was finally gone, and a path appeared next to it.

At this time, the master no longer had the ability to distinguish, and his eyes were black and white, allowing the horses to carry and gallop on the path.

I don't know how long I ran, and I don't know where I ran, but when my grandfather's mind cleared up a little, I felt that the sky was overcast, as if it had been dark. Looking around, it seemed that he was passing through a village, and the horses were no longer running, and they were carrying him slowly.

The master wanted to stop the horse and ask about the way, who knows, as soon as his arms were strained, he felt that his left arm was numb again, and it was dark in front of him, and he didn't know anything.

Time flies, the stars change, and the grandfather feels that it has been a long, long time, and there is a sense of pain from the wounds on his body, especially the dart wound on his left arm, which is hot and painful.

The grandfather opened his eyes and found himself lying on his side, as if in a woman's boudoir.

The master moved his body and wanted to sit up, but suddenly, a voice came from behind him, "Don't move!" Immediately after, he said in surprise, "Are you awake?" ”

When the grandfather heard this, he wanted to sit up again, but the voice came again, "Don't move, the fire pot will fall off." ”

The master was stunned, this time he heard it clearly, it was Shan Xue'er's voice, the master didn't move, and he didn't say anything, he couldn't understand what was going on, he remembered that he was on horseback before, but what is the ...... now? Is it a dream?

didn't wait for the master to come back to his senses, Shan Xue'er appeared in front of the master with a smiling face, "Sure enough, he is a dragon slayer, who single-handedly killed Wang Tiandi." ”

The grandfather looked puzzled and asked, "Why am I here?" As she spoke, she was about to get up again, but Shan Xue'er hurriedly pressed him, "Don't get up, I just put medicine on you, and my left shoulder is still pulling out the poison, and it falls off as soon as I move the fire cup." ”

The grandfather stopped moving, and asked again, "Did you save me?" ”

Shan Xue'er smiled: "It's not me, it's the horse in my cottage, and the horse that camels you back to the cottage." ”

The master understood that after he passed out on horseback, the horse might know the way back to Shan Xue'er's cottage, so he camelped himself back.

The master asked, "What about those people in Wang Tiandi?" ”

Shan Xue'er replied: "Two days ago, I heard from the spies that their cottage is now in chaos, the big boss, the second boss, the military advisor and the two guards of the village King Kong, all died, and the minions were killed and injured countless times, at this time, other cottages are attacking them......

"Two days ago?"

Shan Xue'er said: "You are too deeply poisoned, you have been in a coma for four days and four nights, I thought you would never wake up again." ”

"Poisoned?"

Shan Xue'er nodded and said: "The military advisor of their cottage is good at using poison darts, and you were shot in the shoulder by his poison darts." ”

When the grandfather heard this, he immediately remembered that he was attacked by someone in the stable and took a dart, but he returned it again, "Is their military advisor also dead?" ”

"It's dead, I heard that he died under his own poison dart." Saying that, Shan Xue'er glanced at the master a few times, "I didn't expect that you would kill Wang Tiandi, but you killed so many of them, which greatly damaged their vitality, from now on, the grievances between you and me will be written off!" ”

"Good!" The master breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I won't bother anymore." As he spoke, the master was about to get up again, but Shan Xue'er hurriedly pressed him again, "No, you can't leave now." ”

"Why?" The grandfather asked.

Shan Xue'er replied with concern: "Your injuries are not healed, besides, your left shoulder is deeply poisoned, and if you don't treat it properly, you will be worried about your life." ”

When the master heard this, he tried to move his left shoulder slightly, but the whole thing was still numb, but the place where he hit the dart was unbearable.

Shan Xue'er said: "We don't have an antidote to poison darts, so we have to cut open the wound every few hours and use a fire cup to pull out the poison for you, at least half a month, and recuperate for a year." ”

"A year?" The grandfather sat up from the bed and sat up, and then he felt something fall from his left shoulder, fell on the bed, and rolled from the bed to the ground, and with a "horn" sound, it fell to the ground and shattered.

At the same time, the master felt that his eyes were dark and his mind was dizzy, and he involuntarily lay back on the bed and on, and in his ears, Shan Xue'er's anxious voice came: "Don't move, your body is too weak to move!" ”

As she spoke, Shan Xue'er turned behind the grandfather and tinkered, and after a while, the grandfather felt a tightening of her left shoulder, and Shan Xue'er seemed to press a fire pot on herself.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed. In the past half a month, Shan Xueer has been taking care of her grandfather day and night, feeding her with water and food, washing her face and changing her dressing. The room where the grandfather is lying is also Shan Xueer's boudoir.

On this day, the grandfather was finally able to get out of bed, but he still had no sensation in his left arm, and he still needed someone to help him walk.

Shan Xue'er helped the master to go around the outside of the cottage, and then the master found that there seemed to be a lot fewer people in the cottage, and there were at least a hundred or ten before, but at most thirty or forty at this time.

The grandfather asked Shan Xue'er, where did all the people in the cottage go, did you really disband the cottage?

Shan Xue'er said with a smile, everyone was sent out by him to clear the remnants of Wang Tiandi, in the past ten days, she has united several cottages and besieged Wang Tiandi's cottage several times, and almost all of them have been wiped out, leaving only a few leaders who do not know where to go.

When the master heard this, he was immediately impressed by Shan Xue'er, who was weak and couldn't help the wind back then, and she couldn't see it anymore, and she looked like a woman at this time.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and the weather gradually turned cooler, so Shan Xueer made a few clothes for her grandfather.

It's quite appropriate for the master to wear it, Shan Xue'er asked the grandfather with a smile, "How is it, better than what your wife did?" ”

When the master heard this, he thought of Chu Xuan, his face darkened, and the ghost messenger said, "It's better if you weren't a ringing horse." This sentence came from the heart of the master, but even he didn't know whether it was for the dead Chu Xuan or for Shan Xue'er.

Shan Xue'er's face was also dark, "Haven't you entered the cave room with your wife?" ”

When the master heard this, he became more and more gloomy, and blurted out sadly: "It's all dead......

When Shan Xue'er heard this, she hugged her grandfather tightly......