She trembled and rolled to her feet, crawling on top of him and dressing his wounds. Through the thin clothes, he could feel her trembling, fear, and love! She needs his hug, his soothing and caring! He trembled and put his arms around her and kissed her. He closed his eyes and felt like a blind man. Isn't it? He killed so many, but he didn't know why he killed them. He felt that the journey was dark, and the only real thing was her lips and body! He touched her face and greedily sucked her mouth as if it were a forgetful elixir. He wrapped his arms around her, her body so delicate, like a flower branch that needed his food. The wind rose, and the flowers moved. There seemed to be a slight noise, and she gently pushed her away in fear—and he stood up alertly, looking around at the starlight, among the fallen flowers, littered with corpses. He walked with difficulty.

He walked over to the corpses, all of which had died in different ways, and he looked through them. When a knife is stuck in the neck, he removes it. He who had a quick arrow in his body, he also pulled out the shaft of the arrow.

These are the self-defense weapons for him and Yan Ling, and they can't be left behind, because he doesn't know what awaits him ahead?

He also reached for his steel knife, which he sheathed back. The valley of flowers was very deep, and he was gradually moving away from Yanling.

When turning over a corpse, the samurai moved, and there was still a breath! He was stunned, and quickly took off the other party's helmet, removed the cotton ball from the other party's ear, and shook it vigorously to make the warrior open his eyes. A pair of distracted eyes opened! Fu Jiezi lowered his voice and asked, "Who sent you to ambush?" "That's the biggest question in his heart." How did the "Soul Eater Troop" appear in the Flower Field, and by whose orders?

He stared nervously into those eyes. The eyes slowly closed, but the mouth under the eyes opened--"smack", and blood sprayed onto Fu Jiezi's face, with the last hatred. The mouth was closed, and the clue was broken. Fu Jiezi continued to move forward sadly. He wanted to find another survivor. He spotted a fallen warrior and hurried forward.

But he didn't see the man's face, because there was no head! The head has been cut off by him! Fu Jiezi stared at the bloody and empty shoulder blades, and finally couldn't control it anymore, he lay down and vomited. He wanted to cry without tears, he just wanted to vomit. His blood had been shed so much that he was still spitting out blood and tears. How could he not vomit? It's all fucking crazy! But no one has told me the reason for the madness!

Fu Jiezi vomited for a long time, and vomited everything that could be vomited in his stomach! He felt his stomach clear. But the brain is burning. He had to think it through. His face was cold, and he couldn't show the slightest trace of thinking! To be a hero, you need to be calm the most. He walked back slowly. When she arrived at Yanling's side, Yanling sat quietly. He didn't speak, silently reinserting the arrow back into his quiver. He carefully wiped the blood from the three throwing knives and put them into Yanling's deerskin pouch. "Let's go." Yanling said suddenly.

"Let's go? Why? Fu Jiezi asked. They only kill me," Yan Ling said calmly, "and you don't care about me anymore. "I can't leave it alone." Fu Jiezi said with a wry smile. "If you follow me, you will only die!" "What's the joy of life, and what's the fear of death?"

Fu Jiezi was telling the truth, one person had just been forced to kill sixteen Avengers, and there was really no joy at all. "You're going to kill us both!" "What did you say?" Fu Jiezi explained, "The road is difficult! He seems to have finally grasped the true poetry.

"Life and death uncertain?" Yan Ling recited the last two sentences. "But we only have one way." "Where?" "The way to live, the way to escape." "Haven't we been on the run?" "What the hell are we running away?" Fu Jiezi asked strangely, and Yan Ling actually asked even more strangely, as if she wanted to tell Fu Jiezi that it was not her who had been looking for the "Shaman Holy Maiden". "Why not?" "Then why don't you run away?"

"Can you ride a horse?" Fu Jiezi stared at her and asked. "What does it have to do with horseback riding?" "Because—" said Fu Jiezi, "if we both rode horses, we might have escaped faster." With that, he limped and went to retrieve two horses, one from the "Soul Eater Force" and one for himself. He helped the goose to mount one, and he rode the other.

This move can be explained in a variety of ways: he is too weak to hold Yanling. He did want to run faster. He didn't want to hug Yanling, showing his indifference to her. But in any case, riding on two horses apart, the two could not kiss each other, and he was able to think more calmly. At the intersection of the exits, he left a bow tied with strips of yellow cloth. The bow represents urgency, and he asks to meet with the special detachment urgently. He had never been so eager, eager or even angry to see Su Wu!

Fu Jiezi had a headache. If a person has vomited and wakes up the day after a hangover, he must have a splitting headache.

Although Fu Jiezi was not drunk, he had already vomited in the flower field, for that massacre, for those heads and blood.

He was thinking about it with a headache, things seemed complicated, and to put it bluntly, there were only three factors: Yan Ling, the "Soul Eater Force", and Su Wu's envoy. He wanted to see it the most, and when he did, he would be able to ask what was going on.

Therefore, he hoped that Yanling would go to bed early. He had already dropped three bows along the way, and he wished he had slipped out of Yanling's side earlier. He followed Yanling to a mountain temple. The temple is abandoned. He lit a bonfire and found branches and hay to make a bed for Yanling. He took out water bladders and dry food, and shared food with Yan Ling. He didn't speak, he gobbled it up, and he didn't want to listen to Yanling. But Yanling just spoke: "Why don't you speak?" Fu Jiezi was stunned, and he put down the dry food in his hand. Do you want to talk? "Yes."

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to ask you something."

"Just ask." Fu Jiezi said helplessly. He knew that women were pestering to ask one thing, and the best thing to do was to let her ask.

"Why did you risk your life to save me?"

"Because, you are the daughter of Maudun."

"What else?" "I'm Ma Ta Feiyan."

"What else?"

"Nope."

"I don't believe it!" Fu Jiezi was puzzled, Yan Ling asked what were you doing with this? Fortunately, he still knew a little about women, so he asked, "What exactly do you want to ask?" ”

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then let me ask you," Yanling said, "do you really like me?" ”

Fu Jiezi had a headache. He knew that the easiest and most effective way to answer that question was to say