The sound of the rain of arrows stopped for a moment, and the two of them raised their heads. Xiao Lian glanced at the black-clothed masked man. Both of them were silent and did not speak.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, then looked away at the same time.

It's a rather embarrassing tacit understanding.

It's not a good time to fight to the death.

Xiao Lian was still holding He Jingying in one hand, and was about to call her, but suddenly felt wet in his hand. When I picked up my hand and looked at it, it was full of blood.

The scene just now came clearly.

When Xiao Lian was thrown into this alley by the little white dragon, the first arrow shot from the haystack was originally aimed at him. Now the arrow is stuck in He Jingying's back.

"A-Ying!" Xiao Lian called. He Jingying fell softly in Xiao Lian's arms, unconscious.

The black-clothed masked man next to him moved to He Jingying's side and took a look. With one hand, the arrow was pulled out of He Jingying's shoulder. He Jingying snorted in pain.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Lian looked at the black-clothed masked man, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

The black-clothed masked man said coldly, "I didn't hurt the vital point. Pulled, it's good fast. ”

Xiao Lian clenched his fists, and was about to smash it against the black-clothed masked man. He Jingying woke up slowly, and shouted in her mouth: "Zhaoye ......"

Xiao Lian felt a touch of sourness in his heart, and he hugged He Jingying in his arms: "A-Ying, don't worry, there are still a few steps ahead to the barracks." You bear with it. ”

He Jingying opened her eyes slightly, there were still alleys one after another in front of her, and the distant little firelight made people not see it very really. "Zhaoye, don't go."

Xiao Lian's arms tightened again: "Don't worry, I will take you out." ”

He Jingying's head was heavy, buried in Xiao Lian's arms, and muttered, "Zhaoye, I can't lose you anymore." ”

This woman, even if she dies in the next second, there will only be Xiao Zhaoye in her heart. The sourness in Xiao Lian's heart made the tip of his tongue taste a little bitter.

Xiao Lian smiled self-deprecatingly, what kind of vinegar am I eating? Isn't he Xiao Zhaoye originally? It was he who ran to forcibly occupy his body, what right did he have to be jealous?

What's more, didn't he come out of the house today to find a way to find his original owner? He himself must have returned to his original body. Although the body may be buried somewhere right now, eaten by maggots. But that's your own, isn't it? What do you have to dislike?

Xiao Lian put He Jingying on his back and said to the black-clothed masked man, "Let's go, let's go over together." ”

Although it is ridiculous, in this situation, the only person who can help himself is this spy who was still thinking about catching him a few minutes ago.

"Why don't you wait for your people to come to you?" The masked man in black asked.

Our people?

Xiao Lian sneered in his heart. When people are in a bad mood, they are very rational and see things very clearly. Where are our people here? The only one with him was He Jingying, who was unconscious.

Although he still can't know why Liu Zhe and Shen Wenji want to harm him. Anyway, it can't be the few words that hurt Shen Wenji just now that made Shen Wenji murderous.

According to He Jingying, this Xiao Zhaoye's little prince is a short-lived ghost who is doted on and hated by adults. The person who wants to kill himself should go to the sea. He himself has only been here for a few days, and he doesn't have this string, but he has been pitted twice in a day, even if his heart is big, this string should be continued.

It's not easy to survive. Xiao Lian "spitted" in his heart

The black-clothed masked man saw that Xiao Zhaoye didn't answer, so he naturally thought of this. I really regret that I chose to keep up with these two people. Heaven is not as good as people, who would have calculated that these two unlucky ghosts would be pitted by their own family.

The black-clothed masked man said: "There may be a mechanism in the alley ahead." When you walk, you are lighter, I have good ears and can hear some. ”

The masked man in black was not wrong. Sure enough, there was a mechanism in the alley ahead.

However, it is also wrong, because it is neither possible nor only. It's that every step ahead is a trap.

The mechanism designed by Tao Zhugong Fan Li, the arrows in the haystack in front of him are not even appetizers.

For a while, the dust was flying, the ground was sinking, boulders were rolling down, dozens of long guillotines fell from the walls on both sides of the alley, and even the inconspicuous green tiles on the roofs of the houses became sharp weapons to hurt people.

Fortunately, Tao Zhugong did not design these mechanisms to catch thieves, but to annihilate an entire army that strayed into Stone City.

If dozens of people gather in the alley. When the boulder falls, you can't escape, and your brain will burst out by smashing it. When the guillotine falls, it can't escape, and it will be in a different place in an instant.

The good thing is that there are only two of them. When the boulder falls, there is still room to maneuver. When the guillotine falls, there will be no one behind you who will not be able to retreat.

Fortunately, these two people are not weak in kung fu. The black-clad masked man was short and agile in jumping and hiding. And Xiao Lian, who has learned foil and epee since he was a child, and dodging skills were originally one of the compulsory courses.

So the two ran forward in the alley, and although they were repeatedly stabbed by hidden arrows, they finally did not hurt the vital point.

Xiao Lian and the black-clothed masked man had just escaped from the boulder guillotine knife formation before they breathed a sigh of relief. The stone under Xiao Lian's feet moved almost invisibly.

In situations of extreme stress, people are particularly sensitive to subtle changes in their surroundings. Xiao Lian almost hugged He Jingying and jumped up subconsciously.

The entire ground sloped downward and collapsed, the stones turned over, and a cold light appeared under the ground, and the thorns of hundreds of spears flashed with cold light and aimed at the two of them under the cold night sky.

There are still old blood stains on these spikes, like a resentment that has not been dissipated for a hundred years, and once they see the light of day, they can't wait to pull the living creatures around them into this tomb.

This is the spike array that trapped and killed tens of thousands of people at the beginning. It is the door of death that has been buried in this stone city for a hundred years.

At the moment when Xiao Lian rose into the air, He Jingying woke up slowly. He was hugged by Xiao Lian, but he saw the upside-down world more clearly.

And Tao Zhugong would not have thought that this formation could trap thousands of people, but it could not trap two horses.

There is no horse in the world more faithful than Lilu.

Nor is there a horse that can run faster than the little white dragon.

He Jingying whistled. Li Lu and the little white dragon did not hesitate at all, as fast as lightning, and jumped in the air. Xiao Lian held He Jingying with one hand, grabbed the reins of the little white dragon with the other, and grazed the spikes with both feet, landing on the opposite bank.

Behind him, a desperate cry was accompanied by the sound of falling. Xiao Lian almost subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the black-clothed masked man who was falling.

"You save me?" The black-clothed masked man's voice was a little puzzled.

Xiao Lian Fangcai's arm has been holding He Jingying, although He Jingying is petite, but after holding her for so long, her arm is already a little sore. "What the hell are you talking about, hurry up!"

Xu is tacit understanding with the black-clothed masked man to break into the arrow array, Xiao Lian actually had a feeling of sympathy for the black-clothed masked man. In short, there is no way to watch him die in front of him.

"Why?" The masked man in black asked.

"What, why? It's really verbose. The corners of Xiao Lian's mouth raised a half-minute smile: "Look at you, so short." And your voice hasn't changed, you're still a half-grown child, right? ”

The black-clothed masked man was stunned.

Xiao Lian was pulled down by the black-clothed masked man: "Little brat, there are so many spikes down here, one by one." You use a little force. Hurry up. ”

The black-clothed masked man was silent: "This stone wall is too slippery, and my feet have no place to focus." ”

Originally, when Tao Zhugong designed this place, he didn't want people to climb up.

Xiao Lian felt bitter in his heart, how could it be so difficult to be a good person. The Buddha said that saving a person's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, isn't that nonsense, it is much easier to build a seventh-level floating slaughter than to save people.

Just as Xiao Lian was about to lose his grip on the black-clothed masked man's hand, a shout came from all around: "Assassin! There are assassins here! ”

At this time, people came, and I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate.