Chapter Seventy-One: Brother!

Shi Zhongyu had an idea, then muttered a few words, kicked the quilt, and kicked the tent. Doing these actions, he desperately gave Murong Changtian a look.

So-so has its own so-so benefits.

For example, if the tent is not ready, they just take the opportunity to sneak out from the other side. Because of the husband and wife tree on the back, it was impossible for the Assassins to surround the tent, leaving a gap on one side. And she made a dream-like movement, first, to confuse the enemy, second, to cover the sound of the following action, and third, to prevent the opponent from approaching.

It's human instinct, and when a static target suddenly changes form, the actor will pause for a moment and wait for it to be quiet before continuing.

At this time, language was redundant, and Murong Changtian immediately understood the meaning of Shi Zhongyu. He nodded, quietly grabbed the long sword placed beside him, and said a few words such as: It's so delicious Imperial Grandmother, why are you here. Shouted again, the dead barbarians, take their lives to punch and kick the tent, take the opportunity to widen the gap behind the tent, and then stretch out his hand to Shi Zhongyu.

Shi Zhongyu did not move, but rolled to the other side, secretly praising the emperor's eldest grandson and his son in his heart, and pretending to be true. The two crept out of the tent and through the gap in the couple's tree.

The night is coming.

Shi Zhongyu felt as if she had fallen into a pitch-black dye vat, because there were lights in the tent, and she did not have the night vision ability that martial arts masters have. Murong Changtian stretched out his arm to stop her and hugged her with a full embrace.

However, the light was blind, and Shi Zhongyu didn't pay attention to Murong Changtian's face, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that the night raiders would find out their whereabouts, at least it would not be too late for them to retreat to the cornfield in front of them. The field is still a few days away from being harvested, and it is hidden in it. Crossing the cornfield, it is the official road, but there is not much traffic in the middle of the night, and if you can, it is best to hide until dawn.

I'm afraid, it's hard to get my wish.

Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Shi Zhongyu pulled Murong Changtian and ran towards the corn field, not noticing that he was directly grabbing the hand of the emperor's grandson. Murong Changtian was silent, but his heart was in a mess, there was an unknown place in front of him, and an unknown pursuer in the back, but he lost his calm at the most critical moment.

He knew very well that Shi Zhongyu was not the kind of evil woman, but why did she care so much about the physical contact between men and women? Is it pretending to be a man for too long? So is it the same between her and the Seventh Emperor Uncle? He was very inopportune and cranky, and his movements were messed up.

Meanwhile, the Night Raiders finally approached the tent.

None of them were rookies who could be sent to do such an important thing, but they were confused for a moment by Shi Zhongyu's tricks just now. But they soon noticed that there was no breathing or movement in the tent, but the unusual sound of footsteps behind the two trees that twisted strangely together, but with a gap in between.

One is vague and cramped, the other ...... More vain and hasty.

The Night Raiders looked at each other, wondering at the same time. Murong Changtian has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and according to the client, he is also a first-class master, so it is impossible to play so unstable, so who escaped?

The leader decisively lifted the tent, and saw that there were no people in it, and there were no other abnormalities around, so although he was a little uncertain in his heart, he still commanded his subordinates to chase in the direction where Shi Zhongyu and the others fled.

Usually, Shi Zhongyu often comes to the husband and wife tree because it is cool and quiet. She remembered that the distance from the husband and wife tree to the corn field was very close, why did she feel so far away when she walked today? She once suspected that she was having nightmares, and people often see a place in their dreams, but never reach it. But Murong Changtian's hand in the palm of her hand was slightly sweaty, reminding her that everything she had experienced was the truth.

Finally, seeing that he was about to burrow into the cornfield, the pursuers behind him arrived first, and four black-clothed and masked guys surrounded the two in a fan shape.

"Who's coming?" Murong Changtian asked.

The momentum is there, but they have already fled, and the other party has already chased after them, the problem is obvious, and they ask a fart. Waste of spirit

The other party didn't say half a word as expected, but gradually approached, and the steel knife in his hand shone pale in the moonlight. Seeing this scene, Shi Zhongyu was even more sure that the other party was an assassin or the like. Dayan's weapons are controlled, and ordinary people carry swords to plot rebellion.

"You go first" Murong Changtian is not really stupid, but he is just kind. At this time, he quickly understood the situation, and gently pushed Shi Zhongyu, and he stopped in front of the assassin with his sword.

Shi Zhongyu wanted to do it, but she couldn't leave Murong Changtian alone. His Royal Highness the Imperial Prince must not die, otherwise, let alone the Lan Wang family, I am afraid that the nearby Zhuang family will not end well. The crown prince was stabbed in this territory, and it is estimated that even the ground has to be turned over several layers, who can escape?

Sooner or later, it's better to help fight now, even if she doesn't have martial arts, but attitude determines everything. Similarly, she cherishes her life very much, but after all, she has experienced two big chases, and she has also faced the death of water and fire, so although she is afraid now, she has not yet reached the point where her whole body is paralyzed and she cannot move and think.

"Your Royal Highness King Yu, why haven't you come to the rescue," she shouted.

The four Assassins were startled, and their men couldn't help but slow down slightly, and quickly looked around. Murong Ke is notorious, and no one is not afraid. But when he found out that he had been fooled, Shi Zhongyu had already pulled Murong Changtian and ran more than a dozen steps towards the cornfield, infinitely close to the destination. And when they caught up again, Shi Zhongyu raised his right hand, and the fine dust made them almost dazzled, and when they chased closer, they also took two puffs in.

The name of "Seven Insects and Seven Pollen" is very dazzling and mysterious, and it sounds like the secret poison on the Miao Reins. But in fact, it's just loess on the ground.

The assassins suddenly stopped, and one of them immediately clicked on his heart vein, and when he found that he had gone up again, Shi Zhongyu and the other two were already standing on the edge of the cornfield.

"Kill that little man first" The leader of the assassins couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to abide by the principle of not speaking up, but he couldn't help it anymore. has been fighting eagles all his life, but he actually let the eagle play it, and he is a half-male eagle. How can I swallow this breath

The assassins changed the direction of the main attack, but Murong Changtian was very heroic, with one enemy and four enemies, he actually protected Shi Zhongyu thoroughly, although he suffered some minor injuries on his body, but he was not flustered and determined.

"Your Royal Highness King Yu, you are finally here" Shi Zhongyu hissed in surprise, and the sound shook the field. That face was overjoyed, that face was grateful, that face was eager to worship, tears flowed out, and the acting skills were very good, and the Oscar actress was nothing more than that. So, even though it was only three times, the four Assassins were once again bluffed. As soon as they turned around, Shi Zhongyu had already pulled Murong Changtian and rushed into the cornfield.

Although the moon and stars are scarce, the illumination is good, but in ancient times there was no street lamp such lighting measures, especially in the countryside, if you drill into the cornfield, it is simply a dark eye, it is easy to hide people, but it is difficult to find people. In particular, the wind blows the waves, and the corn fields are already rustling, and it is difficult to listen to the wind discerner.

The leader of the assassins was so angry by Shi Zhongyu's crooked tricks that he almost suffered a heart attack, and the masked towel could barely hang up. He looked up to the sky and roared, Shi Zhongyu couldn't see his appearance, and thought he was venting the depression in his heart, but Murong Changtian looked grim and whispered, "They and others are rushing over."

Shi Zhongyu saw Murong Changtian's solemn eyes, and knew that the situation was not good. But the so-called escape is like this, danger will be at any time, and there is no planning of the route, it is all dependent on the scene. Now that things are like this, sticking out the head is also a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife, what is the use of being afraid?

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