The night was like pouring ink, and the rain was pouring down.

The rain flows down the mountain terrain into small streams that meander down. On the surface of the water, a layer of crimson and blood glowed.

A noble young man in brocade clothes, with a cliff behind him, has no way to retreat. A black heavy sword was pressed against his neck, the tip of the sword had cut through the skin, and the touch was cold and clear. The arm holding the sword only needs to move forward an inch, and it will kill him in no time.

The instinctive fear and nervousness made the boy's hands tremble slightly. In a pair of eyes, there is a vigilance and will to survive like a little beast. The brocade robe was stained with dirt and blood, and its original color could no longer be seen. The expression on his face was cold and stiff, obviously the first time he had changed his face, and he was not used to pulling the muscles to control the cement on his face.

The gray-clad masked swordsman holding his sword was no better, blood gushing from his chest, and he had to lean against a tall pine tree to barely maintain his standing position.

At the feet of the two of them, many corpses lay on their backs. The boy lost count of how many Assassins he had encountered along the way. All he remembered was that he had been running away, running away, running away...... Wherever they fled, they were all bloody battles.

Forty loyal Golden Eagle Guards died, three one-in-a-million Shadow Guards died, and even the master, who had taught him swordsmanship since childhood, collapsed in a pool of blood after inflicting heavy damage on the last assassin...... Now, he's on his own.

The gray-clothed swordsman didn't know the identity of this boy, only those subordinates, and called him "Little Boy". The child who grew up in brocade clothes and jade food was far more tenacious than he imagined, and he must end the battle as soon as possible, and then return to his life before the blood drained.

In the deathly silence, a strange laugh like an owl suddenly sounded. The two people in the confrontation turned their heads at the same time, and the laughter of the evil sect seemed to come from under their feet.

With a few "click-la-la" sounds, a dry and bleak face appeared in front of the two, and the corners of the mouth still had blood stains that had just dried up.

Even if the gray-clothed swordsman had experienced countless killings, he could not help but be shocked and bloodless, the owner of this face was his companion, who had been stabbed through the chest with a sword in the melee, and he was already dead.

That sword, the gray-clothed swordsman originally saw it, and had a chance to help him block it. But in the flash of light, perhaps thinking of the time when he was a beginner in swordsmanship, he was bullied by him, and the gray-clothed swordsman took a step back, watching the sword pierce into the flesh and blood and the heart of his companion.

"I don't deserve to die, I don't want to ......" a rough voice like a broken gong came out of the bleeding chest cavity indistinctly.

The legs of the gray-clothed swordsman shook uncontrollably. This is clearly the voice of that body! A bolt of lightning exploded overhead, and the sight was too eerie. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak. Inadvertently, the blade of the sword in his hand had moved an inch away, and it was no longer close to the throat of the little boy.

The little boy also held his breath and stared closely at the "person" who didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The assassin who licked the blood from the knife edge, a high-ranking nobleman, was originally more in awe of the strange power than ordinary people. The two people who confronted each other with swords happened to have these two identities respectively.

The sturdy body slowly turned around and faced the gray-clothed swordsman: "I treat you as a brother, how can you watch me die......"

The little boy looked at it with wide eyes, and behind that body, there was a girl hiding from him. An overly wide robe was draped over her thin body, her long hair was unkempt over her shoulders, and her face was covered with mud, and she couldn't even see her facial features. There are only a pair of big eyes, dark and faint, as if they want to suck the soul of a person into it. If I hadn't seen her before, I would have thought it was a demon girl transformed into a mountain spirit and water monster.

At the dangerous moment when he could die at any time, the little boy met these eyes, and his breath was stagnant, thinking to himself, no wonder there are no stars on a rainy day, and the sky is full of starlight, which has already fallen into these eyes.

The little girl's lips opened and closed, and the vivid broken gong voice turned out to be imitated by her. She turned her head, winked briskly at the little boy, and suddenly shouted, "Stabb him!" Right now! ”

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, and the feeling of oppression that had been in his throat before was gone. He drew his short sword with his backhand and stabbed at the gray-clad swordsman.

When the gray-clothed swordsman heard the shout, he also realized that the situation was not right, and the trained body reacted before his consciousness, and the heavy sword in his hand, with a howling and fierce wind, slashed in the direction from which the sound came. By the time he noticed the cold light flashing on the side, it was already too late, the heavy sword was huge in size, and the weight was amazing, he was seriously injured at the moment, and he had no ability at all, so that the heavy sword that had already shot turned around in mid-air.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Two muffled sounds came out at the same time, and at the same time that the heavy sword slashed at the corpse of his companion, the short sword of the little boy also accurately cut the throat of the opponent. Blood gushed out, and the gray-clothed swordsman didn't figure out whether his companion was dead or not. This confused account can only be calculated slowly on the Nai He Bridge.

The little girl jumped backwards, and the corpse that she had pushed in front of her fell limply. All that was left was the sound of heavy rain.

I don't know how long it took for the little girl to pat her chest and ask tentatively, "Are you dead?" As he spoke, he kept glancing at the gray-clothed swordsman, but his feet were staggering and unwilling to move.

The little boy glanced at her, thinking how bold she was, and he looked very scared.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and kicked the gray-clothed swordsman with her foot, and after making sure that he was dead, she kicked him a few times as if he were dead, and said, "Bad guy, bad guy!" Still want to kill me? Hum! I'm going to live a long life! She had a wound on her forehead that was still bleeding and her sleeve was torn, and if she hadn't been hiding under the corpse, she might have been killed, and it was no wonder she lost her temper.

After venting, the little girl put her hand into the clothes of the gray-clothed swordsman and touched it: "It turns out that he is also a poor bastard, he has nothing of value, and he is still so hardworking." Hey? There's jerky! She took out a brown cloth bag, took a strip of jerky and chewed it: "Or venison......

After eating her fill first, she remembered that there was someone beside her, and the little girl unconsciously took out a few sticks of jerky - felt that she had taken too much, and put a few back a few - and handed them to the little boy.

When has the little boy ever eaten something like this? What's more, it's taken out of the dead. He turned his face in disgust, dismissive.

The little girl grinned: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, it takes two or three days to walk from here to where people live." If you don't want to eat today, when you want to eat tomorrow, you may not have it! ”

The horses had all been lost in the scuffle, and he knew that the little girl's words were not a scare—at her current speed, a bag of jerky would not last until dawn, and it would all be eaten. But his identity made him unable to pull his face, and he had already said that he would not eat it just now, so why would he be embarrassed to change his words now? He glared at her viciously: "Be careful of choking to death!" ”

I don't know if it was naïve or incomprehensible, or if I didn't take his words to heart, the little girl just smiled at him and put the rest of the jerky into her sleeve. The two of them walked down the mountain one after the other, one deep and one shallow.

"My name is Xiaoyao, what's your name?" The little girl kept talking all the way, but the little boy just walked with his head buried and didn't want to pay attention to her at all.

After waiting for a moment and not responding, the little girl continued to herself: "Hey, I'm so stingy, I don't even tell my name, I'm afraid that I won't be able to pay if I go to you for you?" Rest assured, even though I saved your life, I will never rely on your ......"

When the little boy walked slowly, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when the little boy walked fast, she stumbled and stepped up, always following him two steps away. Several times, the little boy really wanted to shake off this noisy little tail, but no matter how fast he walked, the little girl gritted her teeth and followed.

This girl was brought back from the market by the guards before entering the mountain, and it is said that she was deceived with only three breads. Although it was not explicitly stated, everyone knew that if they found a child of the same age, they would let her die in place of the little boy as a last resort. With a cheap life, in exchange for a noble bloodline to live.

"You're really, even if you find a maid and give only three breads, it's too stingy, if I hadn't been hungry for days...... Ahh The little girl slipped and fell into a puddle.

The little boy was about to turn around and pull her, but the little girl had already gotten up by herself, wiped the water stains on her face, and smiled as usual: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a fall, fortunately the rain has accumulated water, otherwise this time I would have to break my arms and legs." ”

I really owe her in my last life! The little boy stopped, turned around and held her down, and couldn't help but say that he was carrying it on his back. It has always been others who serve him, and he has never carried others.

The clothes were already soaked in the heavy rain, and the little boy vaguely felt that he touched two small lumps of softness on his back. He has been strictly disciplined since he was a child, and he is still untouched at this age, but he clearly knows that it is the characteristics of a girl who has just begun to develop. A cold and slippery touch, mixed with wisps of girlish warmth.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but the little boy's body became strangely hot, and a thought could not be suppressed in his mind, not in this hellish wilderness, but in the sweet fragrance of the hibiscus tent......

The little girl didn't notice anything wrong, and her feet buckled around his waist swayed with her steps. Seeing that he was stuffy and didn't speak, thinking that he felt a big loss behind his back, he lowered his head to his ear, blew his breath and said, "Hey, stingy ghost, what do you want?" ”

Obviously there was nothing, but the little boy felt like his mind had been punctured, the soles of his feet slipped, and the tips of his ears were hot for a while.

When the little girl saw his embarrassed appearance, when he was not used to walking on the muddy mountain road, Gege chirped, put her head on his back, and hummed a song in a low voice: "Qingqing Zijin, you have my heart...... Even if I don't go, Zining won't come......"

She has been wandering around since she was a child, and she will imitate other people's intonation and voice, and at the moment she hums softly before she uses her original voice. The voice was not as shrill as a normal girl, a little hoarse and low, but as smooth as silk. A passionate love song, hummed by her like a child's ballad,

The singing stopped suddenly, and the sound of rain was mixed in with the crackling sound of sprinkling beans. The sound grew closer and closer, and gradually became a thunderous sound.

The little boy's face changed dramatically, it was not a muffled thunder, let alone beans, it was the sound of hurried horses' hooves, not to mention more than a dozen people.

Did the Assassins with reinforcements catch up so quickly? There was no one guard by his side, how could he resist a dozen swordsmanship masters?

The little boy narrowed his eyes into a line, that person, is he in such a hurry to kill them all? He put the little girl off his back, wiped the mud from the body of a sword with the placket of his clothes, picked up the tip of the sword and pointed at a bush at random, and said, "You, hide there." ”