Glimpsing the beautiful scenery of a room, the figure standing by the window smiled almost inaudibly, his shoulders trembled and shrugged, quite a bit of a villain taste of satisfaction. He took off the expensive shirt he was wearing, replaced it with his usual linen shirt and trousers, and sneakily looked for a slope and threw the shirt away.

This is what he stole from the second young man of the Shen family, it is said that one foot of cloth, a few lines of craftsmanship can be worth a year of ordinary people's use, the row of noodles of rich people, and the pastime of rich young masters, which can be described as extremely luxurious.

But I believe that one day, he will be able to make a fortune, get ahead, and use heavy golden money to pave a bright future all the way, and smash the hateful faces that once insulted him and laughed at him.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled, and the jade face, which was originally a beautiful and gentle son, seemed to suddenly rise up one after another ruthless and rampant furrows, and the wrinkles in his facial features were extended hideously.

This person is Bai Heng.

In just a few months, he has become a mad demon in the practice of impermanence.

The autumn rain is terrible, the thunder and lightning are staggered, and the sky and the earth are dark and blue, as if they are about to be overwhelmed and integrated into one.

Ping Yan woke up in a daze, only to feel a splitting headache and lack of consciousness. She moved, and couldn't help but hiss in pain, and her limbs seemed to be dismantled, scraping her bones and bleeding.

She stared at Mu Mu in a daze, and outside her eyes was a palm-sized gloomy sky, like the open mouth of an evil beast overlooking the world, and the mighty falling rain pillar was its saliva that was swallowing and coveting, and it smashed on her without covering, cold and painful, and the more sober she was.

The sound of thunder and rain shouted one after another, as if it was about to devour everything, and in this noisy single thunderstorm roar, there was a faint trace of hot breath in the claustrophobic and narrow space, gently and slowly.

When Ping Yan heard this, she immediately became vigilant, and quickly ignored the mottled wounds on her body in the line of life and death.

She squinted, as sharp and sensitive as a wolf, roaming the dark and damp cave floor. Those eyes were calm and self-controlled, and in the darkness where they couldn't see their fingers, they were more refined and shining, like two priceless black pearls.

In the corner of the earthen wall, there seems to be a mass of things like a human figure paralyzed, with a strange posture, unable to distinguish the beginning and the end, and is quietly panting, a trace of it, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Ping Yan secretly took off the meniscus knife in the pocket of the sleeve, stared intently at the mass of things, moved her body with her crotch, and approached silently in the sound of a muffled heartbeat.

No matter what it is, in short, in the wilderness, there will not be any good gods and Buddhas who save the suffering, solve it first! With a deep sigh of courage, she raised the hilt of the knife in both hands and stabbed straight down with all her might.

But it was suddenly cut off in mid-air by a strong force coming from the sky, Ping Yan opened her eyes fixedly, and saw a muddy hand on the blade, and a few bright blood lines were oozing from between her fingers. In a hurry, the shadow unconsciously tilted to the side, like a lifeless puppet wrapped in paper and mud.

A bolt of lightning rushed down, and the purple lightning and silver light split half of the sky in the thunder roar, illuminating the surrounding scenery as if it were day.

Through the light, Ping Yan saw the shadow and the face clearly.

Shen Yuji.

Why is he here?

Thunder rolled, black ink splashed, and it was plunged into a darkness that could not be seen.

Ping Yan was surprised, even more anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped Shen Yujian's body.

The place where his hand touched was frighteningly cold, Shen Yuchen closed his eyes tightly, only the two thick eyelashes like wings trembled, as if he was struggling unwillingly before dying.

Her heart hung higher, and with the temperature of his body, it froze into ice cubes in a straight cone, which made her wonder why. Suddenly, she found a hard object, and she was able to regain her senses and fumbled to pick it up. It was a feathered arrow, with a crane's tail and a black iron head, and it was well-made, and she leaned in and sniffed the arrow, and there was a stench of flesh and blood.

Poison on the arrow!

She was shocked, and hurriedly tore open Shen Yujian's shirt, and sure enough, she saw a black blood hole on her chest, and pressed it lightly, at the position of the pipa bone, fortunately it did not penetrate, and it was not a vital point.

What's even more tricky is that for a moment, she can't tell what kind of poison this is.

Shen Yu's eyebrows furrowed, his expression twisted in extreme pain, his face was dripping with water droplets, he squirmed his lower lip, and a line of blood snaked down the corner of his lips.

At the moment of nervousness, Ping Yan's heart was horizontal, and she had no taboo concerns, and she only had one thought in her mind that she wanted him to live well, and the next second, the warm lip flap was attached to his chest, slowly blooming, sucking with soft force, and indulging in poisonous blood, she did not hesitate.

After sucking and spitting a few times, Shen Yuji gradually stepped out of the ghost gate under the abyss, and the light and shadow outside the narrow eyes were dim, and suddenly flew into a beam of light, as if a slender hand had picked open the light veil of mist covering thousands of mountains and ravines, revealing the face of a beautiful hibiscus like a shock, which made him have the illusion of being in a fairyland.

He slowly stretched out his hand, moved a few distances hard, and still couldn't touch her, and the outside of the curtain gradually blurred, like a beaded curtain of jade, the luster swayed, only to see a bunch wet by the rain, cloud sideburns and crow green hair, there is a clear and fragrant water pendant along the end of the hair silently, like rain on the eaves of the green tiles, broken on the back of his hand, only cool marks.

"Tao Yan ......" he called with all his might, but it still seemed to be silent, more like from the bottom of his deep heart, only his snort moved slightly.

"Peach ......"

"Peach ......"

His perseverance seemed to fill the vicissitudes with these simple words.

The rain poured down, and all the life in the world was monopolized, and the dragon roared like a tiger.

Seeing that Shen Yuchen was gradually quiet, quiet as a face, his face was pale and blue, but he lost Fang Cai's pain-stricken expression. Ping Yan probed his snort, cut off his pulse, gradually breathed a sigh of relief, and shifted the focus of escape to the ground.

Looking up, it is about seven or eight meters high, and the straight wall hangs down, the adobe bricks are mottled, and the moss is raw, it should be a barren well that has been abandoned for many years, and more importantly, the surrounding area is smooth and flat, and there is no borrowing point to climb at all.

If she goes alone, she still has a chance of winning, but Shen Yuchen ......

The right ear moved slightly, Ping Yan waited with bated breath, and heard the footsteps on the ground, as if three or two people were patrolling nearby.

The first thought that popped up was Wang Sleeve, and the first thing to suspect was Lin Heng's father and daughter, but now she didn't have the leisure time to think about it slowly, and escaping from under the noses of these people, and not showing a trace was the first important thing.

It's just that the wolf and tiger are on the shore, and it's not easy to talk about.

As he was meditating, a few fierce and piercing gunshots suddenly came, piercing the rain curtain, bringing with him the smell of gunsmoke and fire.

Ping Yan was stunned, the shadow at the mouth of the well was like a ghost, as if a cloud of ink that merged with heaven and earth poked downward, and then the man stretched out a fairly white and soft hand from the wide sleeves of the black robe, and handed down two thick and hard rattan whips.

She immediately understood what the man meant, whether he had malicious intentions or not, whether he had a purpose or not, the way to survive in front of her was the only choice she couldn't shirk.

She took the rattan with her hands and feet quickly, took the lead in tying one tightly around Shen Yujian's waist, and then tied the other one to herself, gesticulating.

Seeing the person squatting at the mouth of the well, he slowly bent to his feet and wrapped the two vines around his palms several times, seemingly carrying the weight of the two of them with little effort. Seeing that it is getting farther and farther away from the bottom of the well, the heavy rain is strongly irrigated, and it seems to peel off and open up the water source of the well, and the yellow water of the soup is like a pot of boiling soup, bubbling up, and it spreads upwards for two or three meters in an instant.

If this savior had not appeared, they would have been submerged to the top by this time, and even if she had three heads and six arms, she would have to wait for death and become a floating corpse on the water.

Shen Yuji had been forcibly pulled ashore, and when Ping Yan went to the mouth of the well, she saw an ugly and terrifying grimace mask, a piece of iron glowing with a faint metallic cold light, cutting off the true appearance of each other. She only saw a pair of eyes, hidden in the black wind and dark rain, the pupils were like three feet of ice, engraved with flesh and blood, the sword light and sword shadow, cold and abnormal.

However, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Ping Yan's wrist without saying a word, and pulled it vigorously, and her whole person was like a withered butterfly spinning in the vast wilderness, powerless, and was carried into the sky by the seemingly impermanent but unfathomable power between his five fingers.

Ping Yan will stand on the ground, meet his eyes without concealing his inquiry, and unexpectedly quickly raise his fingers to lift the mask on his face, but unexpectedly, his fingers are faster, like a sharp turn of wind power, and he bluntly cut off the jade run finger that was only one inch away from his grimace.

"I've seen you, in Mingcui Villa not long ago, outside the window of the house where Dong Guosheng lives?"

"You deliberately drew me to those words, didn't you?"

"What exactly is your purpose? Who is it? ”

Ping Yan asked three questions in one go, one was more depressed and treacherous than the other, and even her breath was infected with some murderous intentions,-for-tat contest and coercion. However, the black-robed man was unmoved, he was fearless, let go of her fingers with an indifferent look, didn't answer a word, only turned around to help Shen Yujian's body, and walked towards the wind and rain.

Ping Yan caught a glimpse of several black-clothed corpses not far away, which seemed to have pried through various joints, and hurriedly chased after him, grabbed the corners of his robe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you Shen Yuchen's person?" Are you a revolutionary? ”

He turned his head, and the lightning flickered, like a cluster of silver flowers, outlining the cracks on the grimace mask very clearly, as if it was made of black blood and white bones, cold and cold, just like the temperature in his eyes, cold and piercing, like ten thousand swords piercing, making it difficult for people to look directly.

His voice was like an iron axe chiseled on the boundless ice, and the broken ice flowers spread everywhere, sonorous and cold, "If you don't want to die, leave quickly." ”

Before the words fell, several figures suddenly planted on the high branches of the bushes, dressed in black, masked and wrapped in their heads, difficult to identify, and they couldn't help but pick up the gun and pull the trigger.

The black-robed man moved like a ghost, like a ghost, his sleeves flicked, a black wind swept down Ping Yan, a bullet pierced the air, shook her eardrums, and slammed the hair on the top of her head, nailing into a thick tree trunk behind her with a loud sound.

He took the opportunity to throw Shen Yuchen to Ping Yan's side, and shouted calmly, "Let's go, find a place to hide first!" ”

Along with the last note, his body jumped like a huge winged kite, as fast as a transfiguring shadow, only to hear the sound of gunfire, overshadowing the roar of thunder and lightning, and one of the black-clothed men who confronted him had not yet come back to his senses, and there was a bloody black hole in the center of his eyebrows, and blood spurted out.

Ping Yan shouted, "Be careful! ”

Set up Shen Yuji's body, hide in the verdant grass and trees, and staggered all the way.

Ping Yan tensed her nerves, racing against time, never looked back, but she could feel the grim life-and-death battle behind her, the gun was lost, and the blood was splashed in the green forest.