She knew that the bull head was extremely murderous, but now she was held hostage by the bull head, and the backhand was extremely dangerous. At this time, she had no better way than to use her eldest brother as a deterrent and fight with him for a mentality.

Maybe it was her words, maybe it was her overly calm eyes, which made Niu Tou stunned, and the originally decisive killing intent was a little hesitant. An uncertain trade-off, in this rough man's heart, whether he can hide it in front of his eldest brother has become a question in his mind.

It is also strange to say that Murong Sheng took a few steps, but stopped inexplicably. He didn't know what he was worried about, he didn't know what he was hesitating, and it wasn't until the moment he turned back that he was glad he had stopped.

He clearly saw from the side that the five big and three thick mountain bandits resisted the boy with a knife!

This bandit head, who is called "bull head" by everyone, is really not a good kind!

The thought in his heart became more and more firm, they couldn't just walk away!

"Do you want the golden knife in my hand?" Without a moment's hesitation, he unloaded the golden knife from his waist, raised it above his head, and shouted loudly at the bull's head.

Her gaze passed over the crowded encirclement and fell on his determined eyes, the cold wind was strong, and the affection was inhabitable. She never thought that there were people in this world who stood up for her.

She only felt a glimmer of light in her eyes, and some cold liquid melted in her eyes, and when she looked up again, she saw the crystal falling in the air, it should be snow, wetting her eyes.

"Sheng'er!" When Murong Rou saw it, she was shocked, and when she wanted to pull him away, it was too late!

He knew what Murong Sheng was going to do, but at this moment, they were already too busy to take care of themselves, and they couldn't spare their hands at all for those righteous and courageous pride!

He sighed deeply in his heart, Sheng'er, Sheng'er, your justice will eventually become your hesitation, become your obstacle in front of the overall situation, and finally become your burden!

He couldn't help but look at Murong Hui on the side, and the little boy's face was also full of incomprehension of the eldest brother and disapproval of his approach at this time.

Like Murong Hui, the overall situation is clear, which is the trade-off that an heir to the king should have!

If you don't get out alive today, that's it. If he could see his father and his old man alive, he would already know the advice in his heart.

Hearing Murong Sheng's shout, Niu Tou couldn't help frowning, good boy, don't call early or late, but speak out at this time!

His hand holding the dagger couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed for a while, but he really didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, and the next time he made a move, he would be on guard!

"Go and ask your eldest brother, if you don't want such priceless treasures!" Seeing that the bull's head did not move, Murong Sheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and once again deliberately attracted attention.

The golden knife was so tempting that one of the bull's men immediately shouted, "Big brother! ”

The bull head was startled, and then he foolishly put the dagger into his sleeve.

"Acquaintances are gone!" He turned around and frowned angrily, full of unwillingness, and scolded this bad thing in his heart!

Wuxin let out a long sigh of relief, her palms were already sweating in a panic.

However, her worries did not stop there.

"If you have the ability, take it yourself!" The corners of Murong Sheng's mouth slanted, he looked left and right, surrounded by more than a dozen people, his calm gaze was still the same as before.

"I have a six-foot body, I can't drown in the water, I can't burn in the fire, and now the golden knife is in my hand, but can you resist my blade?"

"What a megalomaniacal boy!" only heard the sound of the bull's head "phew", and spit a mouthful of phlegm on the ground with disdain, "Lao Tzu wants to see, what are you capable of?" ”

He looked casually, pointed to a mountain bandit with a bow and arrow, and said, "Try to put the arrow in your hand up a hundred paces away, and if I can shoot it, you should be careful of your own life; If I miss, I'll give myself to you and I'll be at your disposal. ”

When Niu Tou heard this, his thick eyebrows raised, and he was a little interested.

"Kind of interesting, give him a bow and arrows!"

Hundreds of steps through Yang, in this world realm, he only knows three people.

the general of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Jia Jian; Former Yan Dazai Taiyuan King, Murong Ke; Former Yan Wu Wang Shizi, Murong Ling.

These three people are all gone, in this world, where are there still people who wear Yang in a hundred steps?

It's easy to boast in Haikou, but when you can't do it, your people and the sword are not all in my hands?

No matter what the bull head thinks, he thinks this is a cost-effective approach.

When she heard it, she hurriedly ran over, she was deeply worried, and the bull head was ruthless, if he missed, he would hand over the golden knife.

The opportunity to get out of the mountain was in vain in front of him, as long as he took those few steps, he walked through this predicament, but he chose to stay, and at the same time saved her life.

She looked up at the increasingly gray sky, and couldn't help but be very anxious, she folded her hands, I just hope that God will stay at this moment, just a moment!

Murong Sheng took the bow and arrow, his long arm had already opened the bowstring, and he turned his face inexplicably, just in time to meet her worried gaze.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he turned back to the right, slowly focusing, holding his breath to the slender arrows in the distance.

The cold wind blew the snow, the young man's eyes narrowed slightly, his sideburns flew, and he felt that his fingertips were as powerful as a tiger, and his erect back was straight to the man's might.

Her nerves were like the tight strings in his hand, and her nervous heart had reached her throat, and she wiped the snowflakes from her eyelashes, for fear that she would miss something in an instant.

Contrary to his unintentional worries, Murong would look at his eldest brother with some certainty in his heart.

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