"Wait a minute," the third princess finally spoke, "I have something to ask her." When the question is over, you can kill or chop it, whatever you want. ”

The masked man at the head glanced at the third princess and paused his movements in compromise.

Wen Qian's heart sank even more, these are two groups of people who want her life, she really met a bad star today.

"What did Zhao Yan say in the end?" The third princess stared at Wen Qian.

Wen Qian saw the bloodshot in her eyes and thought of the bloody General Zhao. However, when he was dying, how could Wen Qian hear that it was the third princess who lied to her when she came to find fault before.

"What did he say?!"

Wen Qian lowered her eyes, her eyes turned slightly, and the dagger slowly turned behind her through her clothes, "He said......"

Raising his head and looking directly at the third princess, "He said, forget him and live again." A hundred years later, he's waiting for you over there. ”

Wen Qian believed that Zhao Yan's last smile must contain this meaning.

The third princess suddenly trembled violently and almost fell off her horse.

Zhao Yan ...... More than that, Zhao Yan ......"

This sentence is exactly what Zhao Yanlin said to her when he went to the battlefield, if he dies on the battlefield, forget about him, find another reliable person, and live well.

The third princess covered her face and cried, this was the worst she cried since Zhao Yan's death, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time could finally explode.

Wen Qian looked at her, she couldn't say what she felt in her heart, she seemed to have experienced this uncomfortable feeling in the past few months.

The masked man looked at the third princess crying sadly, and he didn't react for a while.

Taking advantage of everyone's distraction, Wen Qian fiercely thrust the dagger into the horse's buttocks.

The pain startled the pony, and he roared on his back, and ran wildly like crazy in an instant, crashing through the masked man's encirclement.

The masked man was stunned, and he didn't care about the third princess, so he hurriedly rode his horse and chased after him.

Wen Qian lay on the horse's back, her hands clutching the reins and mane, the wind blowing across her face, and it hurt like a flying knife.

But she couldn't slow down, as soon as she stopped, she would die.

The ponies scurried wildly towards the endless wasteland at the western foot of the Hunting Mountain.

The trees here are so low that there is nowhere to hide.

The chasing soldiers behind him became tighter and tighter, Wen Qian couldn't care about the pain of being scratched by the wind and sand on her face, and wanted to run faster with a clip on the horse's belly, but found that the horse had begun to foam at the mouth.

Seeing that the people behind were about to catch up, Wen Qian pulled out the dagger on the horse's butt with one hand, and another sharp pain made the horse even more crazy.

But the horses were unable to hold on for long, and their speed began to slow down again.

At this moment, Wen Qian discovered a strange thing: there was no one on this boundless wasteland on the crowded hunting mountain, not even a sign of other animals walking.

Even though it was early spring, the grass here was half yellow and not green, and the dwarf dead branches were sparsely scattered on the wasteland, making the place seem as dead and silent.

There was a sudden scream behind her, and Wen Qian turned her head to see the masked man chasing in front of her suddenly fall under the horse, as if he had been attacked by something, and fell to his knees and couldn't move. The grass around them made a strange noise, and something rushed from all directions.

Immediately after that, an even more terrible scream sounded, and the masked man who was still sitting on the ground was crawling with poisonous snakes, and the golden snake body strangled him tightly, and he couldn't shake it off.

When the other masked men saw it, they quickly bounced away.

Then he saw the slender snake, densely wrapped around his hands and feet, body, neck and face, and the sharp fangs bit down with a big mouth.

The eyes erupted, the seven holes were bleeding, and the flesh and blood all over the body were blurred, and Wen Qian saw the process of a person's violent death with her own eyes.

I suddenly remembered that it was recorded in the books that the spring at the western foot of the hunting mountain was the most dangerous place, where countless poisonous snakes and poisonous insects lived, and once they were entangled, even the most ferocious beasts could not get out.

Wen Qian's horse was too tired to run, and she looked around in horror, the smell of blood attracting more poisonous snakes.