The forest wind is dark, and the horse's hooves are sick.

Arrows shot out with a whoosh, like a meteor catching the moon, and slammed into the vest of the man who was galloping first.

That man deserved to be the head of the crowd, with superb martial arts, deaf ears and eyes, even if the sneak attack came by surprise, he still tried his best to lie down and deflect at the same time as the arrow broke through the air.

The cold arrow flew past his waist, and thrust into the trunk of the tree with a thud, three points into the wood.

The man in black was not surprised to ask, and as he dodged, he shot a dart without mercy, enveloping the vital points of his companion who had attacked him.

Seeing that the person who made the first move was in danger, the rest of the people had a very tacit understanding, and at the same time bent their bows and arrows and shot at the leader.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands.

The person in charge was already highly poisonous, and under the siege and counterattack, the poison attack was faster, and his hands and feet were numb and his movements were stagnant, so he did not avoid the deadly bow and arrow, and was worn into a hedgehog.

"I'm sorry boss, but my brothers' families are still living in the city, and since you have contracted smallpox, I can't let you go back and harm the people of the city."

The man in black who struck first made a deep voice, and there was no guilt in his indifferent tone.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Sister-in-law, children and uncle, we will take care of them for you, so you can go with confidence."

The leader's aftermath was clearly arranged, and he laughed angrily, and suddenly pulled out the arrow that pierced the vest, and blood splattered!

"The third child, don't bother with you, our brothers swore back then, not to be born on the same day, the same month, the same year, but to die on the same day, the same month, the same year, my brother, I like to be the most lively in my life, it is difficult for one person to walk on Huangquan Road, you will accompany my brother for a ride!"

After speaking, he struggled to throw the blood-stained arrow in his hand hard, but unexpectedly pierced the nearest old eight.

"Hahaha! That arrow is stained with my poisonous blood, you few deflated calves who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and then you are going to kill the old eight for the people? ”

"Eighth brother, my brother will go first, wait for you at the bottom, don't forget to pull a few cushions to come......"

The leader finally lost his breath, his eyes full of malice were wide open, and the corners of his blood-spurting mouth were strangely grinning upward, making people shudder at the sight.

Before the men in black could recover from the incident, the leader sat down and neighed on the black horse, and rushed towards them like crazy.

There was a bang on the ground, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!

"Thunder! Bastard! ”

The sixth who stood at the very edge was the least affected, and he was covered with blood clots and mud, and he was so hated that he almost crushed a mouthful of steel teeth!

He neatly mended the dying blows to his brothers on the ground, and did not spare their mounts, and set fire to destroy the corpses with a calm face, and ran away without looking back.

The poison of smallpox is not trivial, and his brothers are all sacrificed because of this, and he may not be spared, so he must quickly tie up a doctor to treat him.

The sixth endured the severe pain all over his body, took off the black towel covering his face angrily, grabbed his itchy face casually, and was stunned.

There are a lot of mosquitoes in the forest, and he just got bitten, so he won't get smallpox, right? That fatal illness didn't come on so quickly.

The sixth man barely suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, rode his horse and galloped, and the fire behind him was soaring!

Less than half a mile away, he suddenly had tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, numbness in his hands and feet, and he got off the horse in the dark.

The last thought before dying was that he had fallen for a thief! This is poisoning, not smallpox!

It's a pity he understood too late.

…………

The sound of the explosion reached the small cabin on the mountainside, and Yan Qing calmly picked up the fan pendant buried in the ground and the broken silver, and simply packed up a small burden and tied it firmly to his body.

She wrapped two pieces of quilt sheets sewn together with grass and grass around the young man's body, urged him to get on the simple raft that had already been set up, tied him firmly with straw ropes and vines, and dragged him into the mountain stream.

"There's a fire at the bottom of the mountain, we can't stay here, let's leave overnight. You endure and don't scream, save some effort to survive. ”

Yan Qing stuffed the dagger with some weight into his arms, held the scissors in his hand, picked up a wooden stick that was not long or short, took a deep breath, and slowly got on the raft.

"Ready, it's time to go."

She whispered a word, neatly cut the vines that tied the raft, and with a stick in her hand, the raft slowly moved down the river.

The initial flow was gentle, and the channel was narrow, but fortunately the raft was narrow enough to hold it.

Since Xia Chenyuan decided to leave, he kept silent with interest, tried his best to cooperate, and didn't say a word throughout the whole process, just treating himself as a quilt that was moving anywhere, and not causing trouble for her.

At this moment, he quietly opened his eyes and looked up at the little person in front of him through his reddened gaze, only to feel that she was not in a trance.

How can an ordinary person have such a child, who dares to play tricks on a group of black-clothed assassins in the middle of the night, and does not hurry to prepare for the escape, and does not even leave him behind.

She must be some kind of mountain spirit, right?

Xia Chenyuan thought wildly, trying his best to ignore the cold and wet sheets and clothes after being immersed in water, as well as the pain of the wound caused by the raft hitting the stone and shaking one after another.

She was trying so hard to save him, he couldn't help, so he didn't have to worry about it.

There was another thud from the raft under him, and the water droplets splashed during the sharp turn fell on his face, Xia Chenyuan closed his eyes silently, and the little girl's delicate but tough back was deeply imprinted in his mind, lingering.

Over the years, Xia Chenyuan has experienced countless hardships and died nine times, but he never gave up. When his best friend asked with emotion, he only smiled back, constantly recalling the memories of tonight.

No matter how difficult it is, it is not as difficult as it is now.

The young man silently swore that if he got rid of the great disaster this time, he would cherish himself and never give up!

She is a little girl who doesn't admit defeat, and he can!

Yan Qing is concentrating on controlling the course at the moment, where is the mind to distribute the goods on the raft?

This road she walked in her previous life, she stumbled and was embarrassed, she didn't go with her, and she didn't know what the future was.

How painful it should be! And even if you're dead, no one knows!

At that time, she had never entered the Valley of the Medicine King, she didn't know how to prepare insect repellent powder, she didn't know how to set traps and set up rafts, she was completely hot-brained, she jumped into the water in a hurry, and poured half of her stomach with water.

But in the midst of the struggle, she had already rolled far away, and the water was gradually turbulent.

If it weren't for her luck, she picked up a rotten piece of wood and held it and didn't let go, but she was afraid that sooner or later she would have to sink to the bottom of the water.

Reborn and returned, all kinds of things in the past life are wealth. Yan Qing is now ready, and he is very sure that he can escape again and save Xia Chenyuan by the way.

The stream became steeper and steeper as it went down, Yan Qing tried his best to stabilize the raft, listening to the rumbling sound of the water getting closer and closer, he didn't dare to slack off, threw away his stick and bowed down, and firmly grasped the edges of both sides of the raft with both hands.

"Take a deep breath and hold it, and immediately fall into the deep pool under the waterfall!"

Yan Qing reminded him, held his breath and closed his eyes, grabbed the raft tightly, and was thrown out by the current!

The water roared, and the raft took the two of them to slap down on the deep pool below!

Yan was prepared early in the morning, and quickly cut the rope that bound the boy, and the raft suddenly fell apart.

Yan Qing grabbed the young man, kicked hard under his feet, and dragged him up to the water with all his strength.