Meng Ke lazily looked at the ten fingers of his black purple and bloody hands, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, can the wound on Lan Mei's face be healed!" ”

Cenarius subconsciously looked at the blue warbler lying on the side, and said hesitantly: "It's hard to say, the hope of healing is about half ......"

Meng Ke bit his lip and said cautiously: "No matter what the price, any sacrifice, I will also strive for half of the success, brother, this is not for me, you should know how a woman attaches importance to her appearance, even if this woman's heart is the most indifferent." Because this is not only a natural desire for beauty, but also a condition of self-esteem and self-confidence. ”

The old drunkard rubbed his hands together and said, "I understand, Son, I will do my best." ”

As he spoke, he touched his belly, and it happened that his stomach rumbled again at this time, and made a wry smile, Cenarius said: "Master Meng, this unassuming belly is singing about his grandmother's empty city plan again——"

Before he could stop at the end of his words, Meng Ke suddenly made a "attention" gesture to him, tilted his head slightly, and quietly seemed to be listening to something......

Turning over, the old drunkard cautiously peered through the cracks in the overlapping stones, and outside, there was nothing but the occasional black noise.

Meng Ke still listened solemnly, not moving, the old drunkard continued to investigate, and muttered in a low voice: "I see that you are a ghost in the daytime, suspicious, there is nothing outside......"

Before he could speak, the expression on his face suddenly froze, yes, yes, there was an intermittent, distant sound of horses' hooves faintly, far away, like this hoof sound in the clouds.

Turning his head hurriedly, the old drunkard pointed with his thumb in the direction where the sound of horses' hooves came from, Meng Ke bowed his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "How far is it from the place of the incident?" ”

The old drunkard estimated it for a while, and said, "It's about twenty miles, or thirty miles." ”

In the blink of an eye, Meng Ke said in a low voice: "Can you still do it, brother?" ”

The old drunkard smiled bitterly and said, "Of course, it's just not the same as usual. ”

Meng Ke smiled with difficulty, and said: "If it is the enemy who comes, you cover them to retreat into the mountain, and I will block the other party, don't fight, I am slightly stronger than you, besides, even if I run faster than you, right?" ”

The old drunkard's lips squirmed, and finally said helplessly: "Okay, but you want to live, I don't want you to be young, and you will be finished before you can taste all the flavors of life......

Patting him on the shoulder, Meng smiled: "Of course, I don't want to die either." ”

So, Cenarius went over to inform those few people, Meng Ke woke up Lan, and now, the atmosphere in the air is a little frozen, and there is a smell of blood.

The sound of hooves like a drum has been heard clearly, and the sound of iron hooves hitting the ground is like stepping on their hearts every time, Meng Ke frowned slightly, carefully looking out from the gap in the rock, and the warbler pigeon snuggled beside him, trembling gently on the irrepressible.

It's coming, it's getting closer, and at this moment, you can already hear the sound of the two-headed lion beast snorting and exhaling.

The old drunkard glared at the sky through gritted teeth, his eyes shining with extreme hatred, and he clenched his fists as if to crush the other man's head.

At the bottom of the rocky slope, the narrow, winding dirt road, at the bend on the left, raised a cloud of dust, like a thunderbolt, and the first rider had appeared.

Meng turned around and made a gesture and said in a low voice: "See!" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head, well, at this moment, there were more than ten iron riders turned around, and there were more than fifty riders in the back, listening to the voice, there were about fifty riders in total, under a bright starry sky, that piece of silver shadow, it really looked a little dazzling, but the strength was really not to be underestimated.

This group of dozens of knights were all dressed in silver-white shiny silk tights, almost all of them were very neat, and they looked well-trained. I saw that they were wearing cloaks of the same texture and color outside, and each of them had long hair with a shawl, and a gold ring half an inch wide between their foreheads, and these people carried a magic weapon behind their backs—

The U-shaped large magic horseshoe, with two heavy, sharp short magic wands diagonally crossed diagonally on the chest, this group looks extremely strange and piercing, but it exudes an indescribable ferocious and wild atmosphere.

At the head of them were three figures with outstanding appearances: a middle-aged man with a face as white as jade and black lips and a mustache, a young man with a clear and cold expression, and the other, who had probably had his nose knocked out, with two holes on his face, and a terrible bright red scar on his eyebrows that extended to his chin, curved like an earthworm drilling through the earth, and of the three, the first of them was the most vicious in appearance, full of violent and perverse air, like a wild and untamable and terrifying cheetah!

There were more than fifty riders in this line, they galloped to the bottom of the rocky slope, the middle-aged man with a short beard suddenly raised his right arm, so that the team stopped, he looked at the rocky mountain with slight doubts, and whispered a few words to the two people on his left and right, the morning sun shone on this line of knights, the snow-white light reflected, dazzling and clean, as if they came from the top of the Changbai Mountain and carried the snow on the top of the Changbai Mountain.

Meng Ke frowned, shook his head behind the rock, and said in a low voice: "These people are not ...... on that line."

The old drunkard was half-sitting and half-leaning on a gray stone, and he said coldly, "Have they stopped?" ”

Meng kept his eyes on the outside, and said confusedly: "Yes, we won't have any traces left outside to attract their attention, right?" The characters are dressed strangely, I've never seen or heard of ......"

Gently, he came up and looked out, he looked at it for a while, and said hesitantly: "Weird, what the hell is this?" They still want to come up and search for it, but they are all full of food and have nothing to do......"

Meng Ke thought about it while saying slowly: "It's better to meet these people than to meet that group of characters, I think, if they are not monsters, or we can get through this without bloodshed......

"Phew", the old drunkard said hatefully: "This is really called Tiger Falling Pingyang being bullied by dogs......

Suddenly—

Meng Ke waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Attention, they are coming!" ”

Gritting his teeth, the old drunkard looked down the slope, but no, half of the silver-clothed knights below got off the ground, and under the leadership of the young man with an indifferent expression, they became a half-arc and searched this side