The white jade mask contrasts sharply with the pitch-black armor.

Duan Lizheng rode on his horse and looked at Song Huaizhu and the small black armor guard not far away.

The moment he saw the black armor guard, Duan Lizheng's pupils shrank, he turned over and dismounted, his brows furrowed.

He still remembered that last night, it was this black-armored guard who attacked Zhu Luan with a hidden arrow, and it was the incident that followed.

Duan Lizheng looked at Song Huaizhu puzzled, not understanding why these two appeared at the same time.

Then he found that neither of them looked at each other, but looked at each other as nothing, and immediately understood that they should have come one after the other.

Song Huaizhu walked to Zhu Luan's side and said lightly, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Zhu Luan lay on the ground, smiled bitterly, and raised a hand.

Song Huaizhu leaned down.

The man's hand held her injured hand.

Duan Lizheng looked at the familiar scene in front of him, thinking that she was really injured.

How is it possible to grab an arrow with your bare hands and not pay a price.

In addition to the wounds that were cut by the arrowheads, there were many wounds that could not be seen on the surface.

"It's swollen." Song Huaizhu touched the skin between Zhu Luan's wrists with his fingers, which was already swollen.

He looked at Zhu Luan expressionlessly and said, "Doesn't it still hurt?" ”

Zhu Luan smiled and did not speak.

The ink in Duan Lizheng's eyes darkened on the side. The previous confrontation was fierce, and only now did he have time to observe the woman's injuries.

Although she was not as keen as the Grandmaster's perception, she could also perceive that her hand was not lightly injured, so she didn't know if the injury had hurt the meridians.

It was then that he understood why her last arrow was with a bow and a one-handed string.

Because at that time her other hand was no longer able to shoot arrows.

Song Huaizhu was still indifferent and detached from before, holding Zhu Luan's wrist in his hand.

Compared to the last time he was in Duyun Tower, this time Duan Lizheng looked at the scene in front of him and had no waves in his heart.

I don't know if I'm used to it or if I think this kind of thing will definitely not be avoided in the future.

There was warm true qi pouring in along the wrist held by Song Huaizhu, and the wisps calmed the tendons and flesh between Zhu Luan's wrists.

Then, Song Huaizhu let go of her hand.

Zhu Luan lay on the ground and smiled, "Thank you." ”

Song Huaizhu straightened up, his misty eyes flashed, "Is the effect of that medicine still there?" ”

"It's still there," Zhu Luan nodded, but then moved his limp limbs, "But it should have subsided a lot, and it shouldn't be long before it is gone." ”

As the effects of the medicine wore off, she was losing her strength.

Not far away, there was a sudden sound of metal rubbing, and everyone looked over, and the black armor guard reacted when he heard the word medicine and walked towards this side.

Duan Lizheng frowned.

glanced at the woman lying on the ground with a calm face.

I don't know if it was infected by her emotions, it was a-for-tat position yesterday, but at this moment, Duan Lizheng was not so nervous.

Their disguise can fool others, but it should be impossible to fool this captain.

This black-armored guard had the power to expose them and ruin them, but Duan Lizheng always felt that he wouldn't do that.

This is an intuition that belongs to the higher practitioners.

When they first met, the cold aura that lingered on this person faded a lot.

The black armor guard was like a black rock and stopped motionless on the side of the road, his eyes stayed on Zhu Luan for a few moments and then moved away, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, the big black horse beside Zhu Luan suddenly neighed, shook his head and tail at the black guard, looked extremely unbeatable, and even glanced at Zhu Luan on the ground with huge horse eyes from time to time with a little joy of getting out of the sea of suffering.

His eyes were full of accusations, like a child who came home after being bullied outside.

The black armor guard walked to the side of the big black horse and approached Zhu Luan.

Duan Lizheng felt the rich and cold aura on the black armor and frowned, it was the breath of the battlefield and iron blood.

The boy looked at him defensively, his breath surging.

Black Armor TV walked up without looking, pulled down the visor, and revealed a thin face.

Zheng Liupin went to Zhaowu Captain Mu Xin, looking down at the girl on the ground who pillowed her head on her brother.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't care about his existence, and concentrated on pranayama to recover his strength.

Mu Xin raised his hand and touched the horse's mane. The head of the big black horse arched his shoulders slightly, looking extremely docile, even a little quiet, and the crazy appearance just now.

"So this is your horse?" The girl's voice sounded coldly, Mu Xin lowered his head, and saw that the girl opened her eyes at some point.

Those familiar eyes, large and bright, appeared in his countless dreams, and were staring at him at this time...... Horses around you.

"Yes." Mu Xin nodded.

Then he hesitated and said, "This is ...... Miles. ”

"Wanli?" Zhu Luan wondered.

The little lieutenant laughed to himself, which was very inconsistent with his cold dress, and even a little silly. Mu Xin patted the black horse's neck and said with a smile, "Wanli." ”

Now everyone understands.

This stubborn, abnormal, and extremely individual dark horse is named Wanli.

After Mu Xin finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Luan expectantly, as if he wanted to get some affirmation from her.

The horse's name is Wanli, and then what's wrong?

Duan Lizheng and Song Huaizhu stood on both sides respectively, while Duan Lizheng watched the strange interaction between the two people in confusion.

Miles...... The way this Tuhi name is coming seems familiar.

Zhu Luan blinked slowly.

Then it seemed that he remembered something, "It's a thousand miles of ......"

"Yes," the skinny black guard looked very happy, "it's Chisato's son!" ”

What is this?

Who is Chisato?

Duan Lizheng's eyes became more and more incredible.

Zhu Luan stretched out her hand to the black horse with a tuft of white hair on her head, no wonder she was a little familiar when she saw this tuft of white hair for the first time.

It turned out to be Chisato's son.

The stallion who is famous for thousands of miles doesn't know if he is confident that someone will support him, and he looks at Zhu Luan with disgust, and he is noble and cold.

Should I say that it is worthy of being a cub of a thousand miles?

Chisato is, of course, a horse. It was Zhu Luan's mount in the Black Armor Guard back then, because of his infinite strength and stubborn temperament, he almost kicked several people to death when he was gelding, and when everyone had no way to take it, he was stuffed as a hot potato to Zhu Luan, who was still a recruit at the time.

Others had the mentality of watching Zhu Luan's jokes, but they didn't expect that the fierce horse was actually tamed by her and became the fastest horse in the barracks.

"Qianli is just this one son?" Zhu Luan asked.

Mu Xin shook his head.

"Then Wanli, you have to be kind to me," Zhu Luan touched the horse's hooves, and said slowly when the black horse wanted to dodge, "Anyway, Qianli is not worried about the end." ”

Wanli trembled, and suddenly wilted.

"You're a general." Mu Xin stared at Zhu Luan kneeling down on one knee.

Zhu Luan did not answer.

Even if you recognize it, it doesn't hurt.

Because Mu Xin didn't know her identity in her previous life.

But......

Without waiting for Zhu Luan to think of an excuse, the man on the other side spoke again.

"During the years of the general's absence, his subordinates were promoted to three levels, won 27 battles, defended 12 cities, and saved countless lives of border soldiers and people."

The Black Guard's voice was calm, full of emotion.

"Please also ask the general to give a reward."

Zhu Luan smiled.

"What do you want?"

"The general promised his subordinates ten years ago," Mu Xin raised his head and looked at her for a moment, his eyes sincere.

"Just use the general himself to reward his subordinates?"