Under Qin San's orders, the attendants stepped forward to untie the shackles on their feet, and Junbi finally regained his freedom. The beauties around her were embarrassed one by one, slumped on the ground, their delicate makeup and tear stains and sweat stains.

Su Jingheng's gaze fell on Junbi's injured arm from afar, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, he picked up an arrow, drew his bow, and aimed it in the direction of Junbi.

Qin San was instantly shocked and shouted, "Su Qi, you ——! ”

Su Jingheng didn't pay attention to it, but just shouted at Junbi: "Throw!" ”

Jun Bi was slightly stunned, then comprehended, and threw the seal high into the sky.

As soon as Su Jingheng's fingertips loosened as soon as he pulled the bow, the arrow off the string shot out quickly, rushing straight towards the seal. Hearing only a crisp sound, the seal was carried by the arrow, and it crashed straight into a boulder behind the high platform, and under the double impact, it fell to pieces.

Qin San hugged his head and wailed, not daring to look. Even Yi Jingheng, who has always been expressionless, was slightly moved at the moment.

Su Jingheng threw the bow to the ground casually, and took off his gloves again, as if he had just held something filthy. He walked up to Qin San, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up, making Qin San's face turn pale in horror.

"Tell that old immortal for me, don't want to compromise with these things again." Su Jingheng gritted his teeth and said. His pupils were as black as an abyss, and several obvious red blood streaks spread from the whites of his eyes, "I will definitely live well and wait for the day when I see him die with my own eyes." ”

After speaking, Su Jingheng let go of his hand and let Qin San take a few steps back in panic. He looked around and saw the men all bowing their heads in silence.

After doing all this, Su Jingheng walked towards the center of the racecourse step by step. He has a narrow waist and broad shoulders, a straight back, and the inky hair exposed under the brim of his hat slightly obscures his eyes, but it still can't stop the brilliance in it.

At that moment, a sentence echoed in Junbi's mind: This man is really handsome!

Jun Bi let go of the hand on Xiao Chu's shoulder, ran a few steps, and plunged into Su Jingheng's arms. She was forced to participate in a cruel "game" and didn't cry from beginning to end, but now that she was hugged by Su Jingheng, she became extremely squeamish, and the feeling of grievance could no longer be hidden, turning into big teardrops that rolled down her cheeks.

Su Jingheng held Jun Bi's arm and decisively broke the tail of the arrow, leaving only a small section outside. "What are you crying about?" He raised his hand to support Junbi's chin, gently wiped away the cold tears, and said coldly: "Why didn't you cry when you blocked the arrow?" ”

Jun Bi had tears in his eyes, a pair of bright eyes were watery, and he stared at Su Jingheng aggrievedly, "I'm going to die of pain, and I still blame me." After speaking, she rubbed her tears and snot on Su Jingheng's body as if she had revenge.

Su Jingheng grabbed Junbi's cheek and pulled it away, watching the soft flesh on her cheek being pinched and deformed, pitiful and funny, snorted, and said angrily: "Now that I know that it hurts, it means that you haven't become a fool yet." ”

Although Su Jingheng said sarcastic words, he still hugged Junbi horizontally. Jun Bi obediently hugged his neck, like a quiet and small cat, as if the woman who bravely blocked the arrow just now was not her.

Junbi was not at ease with Xiao Chu, so he poked his head out and glanced at her again. Xiao Chu has been helped up by Feng's mother, and he walked farther and farther with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his back was so thin and fragile.

"She chose it herself." Su Jingheng found that Junbi had been looking in the direction Xiao Chu had left, and said, "No one can save her." "Even she can't do anything about it sometimes.

After the "game" of the racecourse ended, Su Jingheng and Junbi returned to the small western-style building together.

Rong Rong was also brought back, but Su Jingheng didn't want to see her, so she asked Zhang Liao to lock people up on the second floor. If she hadn't been too troublesome this time, Qin San wouldn't have found them so effortlessly.

Jun Bi's arm was only a flesh wound, not a bone injury, although the arrow seemed to be very strong, but it had already shot through a red silk to cushion it before, and when it pierced her arm again, the force was much smaller. Despite this, Junbi was still in tears when treating the wound. In fact, she can endure it even if she is forced to endure it, but during this time, she has become more and more delicate, and it seems that even the tear ducts have become fragile.

After Junbi treated the wound, she went to find Su Jingheng, who was not with her, only to learn that he was also injured, injured in the back, shot once, and not long after taking out the bullet. This is also why Junbi found that his body temperature was extremely low before, he lost serious blood, and because the action of drawing the bow and shooting arrows was too large, the wound was cracked, and the flesh and blood were blurred on the gauze.

Junbi wanted to go in with the doctor to see Su Jingheng's injuries, but he drove her out and let her rest. Junbi started to have a fever that night, but fortunately the fever subsided after a day. When she woke up again, she felt much more comfortable and her head was less groggy.

Junbi barely ate something, put on a nightgown and ran to visit Su Jingheng.

Zhang Liao dutifully guarded the door, and could also take care of Su Jingheng at any time. When he saw Junbi coming, he hesitated for a moment and let her in. Now he just wants to do his job well, as for his seventh master's lifelong events, he won't mix it, and he won't listen to the seventh master after all.

Su Jingheng was physically exhausted this time, and after coming back, he changed his medicine, and reluctantly explained a few urgent words to Zhang Liao, and fell into a coma. When Junbi came in, he was still asleep, his face was pale, his lips were pale and his lips were pale and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed in his sleep.

Junbi knelt lightly beside Su Jingheng's bed, and saw that his lips were a little dry and peely, so he moistened him with a cotton swab dipped in water to make him more comfortable. His breathing was even, long, and not weak, and he should be fine.

Jun Bi looked at Su Jingheng like this, almost without making any sound, for fear of disturbing his rest, and gradually she lay on the head of the bed.

Now that she thinks about it, her subconscious choice was undoubtedly the right bet. If she had chosen Yi Jingheng at the beginning, in today's situation, maybe she would be like Xiao Chu, panicking and helpless to wait for death to come. Judging from Yi Jingheng's unhesitating move at that time, he didn't care about Xiao Chu's life and death at all.

If Yi Jingheng wanted to kill her, it was understandable, after all, she had hurt him, and even fled from him and turned to his nemesis. But what did the simple Xiaochu do wrong? He not only took advantage of Xiao Chu, but also almost killed her.

Thinking of Xiao Chu's back when he left, Junbi couldn't help but sigh.

"What are you sighing in front of the master, it's very unlucky." Just when Junbi's thoughts were in turmoil, Su Jingheng, who was originally asleep, suddenly spoke, and his voice was still a little hoarse, "Is it a curse to death?" His voice was low, weak, and he could tell that he had not fully recovered.

Junbi hurriedly "babble" three times, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, what can't die." ”

Su Jingheng slowly turned his head sideways, with a sickly face, looking a little less domineering on weekdays, but more soft, looking gentle and harmless. Of course, that's just what it seems.

Junbi helped Su Jingheng tuck the corners of the quilt, but he stretched out his hand. Before Junbi could react, he was hit the forehead.