After Meng Yong saw the mark, he grabbed Zhao Chen and quickly swept towards the depths of the dense forest.

And there, that's where the smell comes from.

The moonlight flickered and darkened as it went, constantly reflecting through the cracks in the dense forest.

It didn't take long for the distant scene to appear in front of the two of them, which also made Zhao Chen's heart cold.

More than two dozen corpses lay in front of them, blood red gurgling down the ground, as if they were still at some undetectable temperature.

Zhao Chen looked at the two armored corpses in the pile and asked lightly, "Are there any of your subordinates?" ”

Meng Yong shook his head, his eyes scanning the traces in the field.

"Let's go!" Zhao Chen grabbed the hand around his waist and tightened it, "I have to find them as soon as possible." ”

Before the words fell, Meng Yong's eyes suddenly froze on one side, and at the same time, with a toe on his toes, the sword on the ground suddenly shot out.

A muffled snort sounded, and more than a dozen people lurking in the shadows rushed towards them.

Zhao Chen's eyelids jumped, and she let Meng Yong lead her to meet the group of gray-clothed killers.

Leng Buding is "deaf", which still has a great impact on her, and the extraordinary hearing that she can rely on in the past has now become a burden, so that she has to start forcing herself at this time to give up the vigilance method she has been using for many years.

Meng Yong held a knife in one hand, looking like a ghost, wandering among the gray-clothed killers, with blood in his eyes.

The other party arranged very carefully, sending people to chase and kill the prince, and on the other hand, setting up blockades along the road to delay the reinforcements who came over.

"Back!" Zhao Chen reminded him urgently, hanging on him and looking left and right.

Meng Yong turned around and slashed, forcefully put her into his arms again, and shouted: "Take care of yourself!" ”

"..."Being treated as a waste, Zhao Chen was speechless, but he still pretended to be dead obediently.

When Meng Yong was stabbed by a long sword in the shoulder, she skillfully touched it, and a bag of things was slammed into the sword-wielding man by her.

Lime powder is always so tried-and-tested.

As soon as the man was confused by the wind, his neck was wiped by the Yanling knife at the same time.

Meng Yong continued to shoot, but there was a little strangeness in his eyes, the scene just now was really a little familiar-

Zhao Chen doesn't care what he thinks, now there is only one person left by the prince's side, and it is no longer about how to save the prince first, but not letting the prince lose his life, otherwise-

No one can please anyone.

Meng Yong naturally understood, put away his thoughts, his hands became more and more fast, facing a blood mist, and took the initiative to kill those people.

For a moment, he frowned and gasped a few times as the last man fell to the ground.

"You really don't matter?" Zhao Chen couldn't help but ask.

Meng Yong didn't answer, just nodded, hugged her tightly, and kept rushing into the distance for half a minute.

Half a moment later, a second sign appeared, which was messy but still clearly showed that the person was still alive and the direction.

Ahead is a stream, just above knee depth.

Meng Yong suddenly stopped, put her in the water, and began to pull her sleeves without saying a word.

"Y-What are you doing?" Zhao Chen hurriedly shook him off, "Hurry up and chase people!" ”

Meng Yong didn't explain, restrained her a little harder, and directly tore off her two broken sleeves.

The moonlight reflected her slender white arm, causing him to subconsciously look away, but his hand still didn't let go.

He bent down and picked up a handful of water, quickly washed out the gravel and sand that had been pierced into her arm, and then took out the medicine bottle and sprinkled some medicine powder.

Zhao Chen pursed his lips silently, surprisingly not poor, watching him drop his coat, take off his middle coat, tear off the clean place and bandage her, and then carried her and strode towards the other side of the stream.

On the way, she lay quietly on his shoulder, her eyes fell directly on his back, and for a moment, she reached out with some hesitation.

"Just drugged, don't move!" After Meng Yong finished speaking, he remembered that she couldn't hear, so he had to put her down again.

Zhao Chen, who slipped down, hugged his waist again, and through his thin underwear, the place where he was sticky and wet but slightly cool.

Along the way, they encountered two more groups of killers, one of them fought hard, and the other secretly made a trick, and they cooperated very well.

By the time the mark was found again, it was already halfway through.

Meng Yong put her down with a little difficulty, looked closer, his eyes sank, and in an instant, he suddenly lifted his internal strength, and quickly led her to jump towards a forest valley in front of him.

There were mottled blood stains scattered along the road, and corpses were scattered from time to time, until the two of them came to the bottom of the valley—

Under the moonlight, a person leaned on an old tree with thick arms, black and heavy armor, holding a long knife, and more than ten corpses of gray-clothed killers lay in front of him.

"My lord." He smiled, Ben's snow-white teeth stained red with blood, "Tai, the prince has fled." ”

Meng Yong's feet were a little bit, and he could hold him up when he fell, and internal force surged by, trying to stabilize his injuries for him.

"Poison, it's hopeless, go find the prince, southeast, teach him to mark..."The man's words were vague due to the blood spilling, but they still made both of them understand.

Meng Yong didn't say a word, but his internal force suddenly increased a few points.

A trace of strange dark green spilled out from the wound on the man's leg, but even if Meng Yong was almost overdrawn, he only forced out a trace.

The man was a little more energetic, "Don't bother, the prince matters, he just walked for less than half an hour-"

"You hold on, Shen San, they will be here soon." Meng Yong interrupted him in a low voice, "And Xiao Xi'er, she, she is still waiting for you, you have to keep your life and go back..."

Seeing that he didn't plan to take care of the prince, Zhao Chen, who had been watching silently, dissipated the struggle under his eyes, his face wrinkled in pain, and he took out a small wooden bottle.

"Panacea." She muffled, took out the pill, stuffed it into the man's mouth, and gritted her teeth in distress.

This is a hard-to-find antidote elixir, and the feeling of taking it out is comparable to stripping flesh and bloodletting, and she finally understands Yu Zhongjing's mood now-

Meng Yong reacted quickly, didn't care about thanking him, and hurriedly used enough internal strength to help the man dissolve the medicinal power, and when he saw that the man's face had more vitality, he eased down the back spine that had been tense.

"Chu Yuan, you have to remember, you owe me a life, it's a panacea..."Zhao Chen sat on a corpse, clutching his chest and chattering, his face wrinkled so that his eyes couldn't see.

The man named Chu Yuan looked at her and wanted to say something but was stopped by Meng Yong.

He looked back at Zhao Chen and smiled, and said loudly: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will repay you for him!" ”

Zhao Chen chose to continue to be deaf, ignoring him at all, and still thinking to himself.

At this moment, a burst of fire lit up above the trough.

Zhao Chen saw King Yu running from afar, and his heart suddenly relaxed, and he was about to get up to meet him, but his waist was suddenly grabbed from behind-

Meng Yong put her finger to her lips and let out a strange tone, but the person grabbed her for half a minute and kept sweeping towards the southeast.

"Why don't you join them?" Zhao Chen slammed him with his elbow.

Although she just glanced at it in a hurry, she still saw the wounds on King Yu's body and the worry in her eyes, and she couldn't help but be full of anxiety at this time.

Meng Yong's thin lips were raised, and his voice was so loud that he could hear it from behind, "They're too slow—"

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