Jia Yang drew his knife and pointed at Jun'an's killers one by one: "I said, it's not these two children. ”

Miss Xu cried behind her back: "Jiayang save me." ”

"What do you mean?" The killers sneered, "Are you ready to rebel again?" Don't forget, who the hell is the master you are going to return to! If you dare to betray again, you will die without a corpse. ”

"Oh?" His expression was very indifferent, and in a voice that most people couldn't hear, "Does the City Lord of Jun'an have the ability to smash the Seven Killing Chess?" It would be great if we could die in one fell swoop. ”

"Hula-la-" The horse suddenly rushed in, and without saying a word, he kicked the masked man who raised his knife and swung it at Miss Xu, but it was really powerful, and he was able to kick a big hole in the back of the man's head!

Miss Xu screamed again and again, splashing her face with steaming blood, and it was steaming hot on this cold winter night in Aling.

The almost crazy horses kicked left and right, and a group of masked killers were forced to join forces to barely contain the wild horse.

Seeing that the rich reward of the city lord of Jun'an was about to be kicked away by the intruding horses, how could the killers be willing? Sword after sword stabbed at the horse, and soon the stomach in the horse's belly drooped from the huge wound. But the horse didn't realize it, and continued to exert all his strength, kicking and trampling one killer after another.

The whole scene was bloody.

Jia Yang stepped aside, not involved at all, as if it was Miss Xu's life or death, or the life or death of the masked killers in the same camp, it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't care about anything else except the Seven Kills mission.

"Come up!" The bloody horse suddenly shouted a human voice, the situation was extremely critical, where did Miss Xu still have the brain to think about why the horse could speak, she only knew that this was the last ray of life, a "come up" seemed to thaw her feet, she quickly turned over on the horse, pulled the reins and was about to rush out of the fire.

Jiayang suddenly stopped in front of the horse.

Horses hate Jiayang the most!

The long hissing of the crumbling, the front hooves raised high, the wound in the abdomen was torn even bigger, and more and more of the internal organs were exposed, but it was not inferior to Jia Yang and the crescent moon scimitar in his hand in terms of momentum.

Then - just stomp him to death!

The horse's eyes are on fire, and no matter who tries to stop it and rescue Miss Xu, they all have to die.

Jiayang dodged the fatal blow to the horse's hooves, after all, his skills must be faster than the dying horse, Miss Xu, who thought she could escape for her life, was swallowed up in despair again, screaming and crying: "Don't come and kill me!" ”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

The baby cried loudly, and Jia Yang was merciless, shoving a strip of cloth into the baby's mouth, and the little doll almost choked his breath, but because of this, he did not make a noticeable cry.

"You ......," Miss Xu looked at her brother who was stuffed back into her hand.

The badly injured horse gasped.

"There is no turning back from killing."

Jiayang walked without looking back.

"He's your brother."

With her last breath, the horse carried Miss Xu, who had died most of her soul, and the unconscious baby stuffed into her arms, and rushed out of the flamingo village that burned into a sea of fire.

Take her away, take her away!

This was Qi Bei's only thought before the wounds hurt so much that he was completely unconscious.

The foal stumbles and falls to the snow, never to get back up again. Miss Xu hugged her younger brother and fell into the thick snow a few times, and the tears on her face instantly froze and froze to numbness.

Looking back, the towering fires and billowing smoke from the sky, from then on, she had no home.

The pony who fell to the ground lost his breath and ran desperately to tear at a larger wound, cutting open almost all of its abdomen, and a pile of entrails and blood paved the way along the way as it fled.

Miss Asahi lay on the head of the dead horse, only to hear the last breath of the foal, there seemed to be a voice from someone: "Hurry up......"

The masked killer behind him doesn't know when he'll be chasing. In the vast sea of snow in Aling, Miss Xu was alone, unable to distinguish things for a while, and did not know where to go.

"It's all your fault!" She was so angry that she threw her brother into the snow, "If you weren't born, your father wouldn't have died!" ”

Her eyes were full of fire - it was the flame of revenge - she picked up an ice crystal casually, and went straight at the baby in the swaddling clothes, holding it high, as long as this time, as long as the stab went down, as long as the younger brother was gone, everything would return to normal, and her father and mother would come back to life, Dazhai was not burned to ashes, Jiayang was not a traitor, Aling Snow would melt, and spring would come......

Smack.

Ice crystals are dropped on the ground.

She hugged the only blood relative in the world and wept loudly.

It was the night wind and snow that drowned out her voice and froze her throat.

"He's your brother."

"There is no turning back from killing."

Miss Xu stumbled, crying as if she was stunned while running for her life: "Jiayang, Jiayang, I just believe in you, you are forced, you didn't kill your father, you didn't kill me and my brother, you were forced......"

By the time Jun'an's killer followed the blood and internal organs of the horse, which had been half buried by the blizzard, Miss Xu and the baby were long gone, and the wind and snow were so heavy that they drowned the footprints on the ground.

"This horse is very good at running." The masked killer sighed as he flipped over the horse's almost empty belly.

"Let's go, let's see if there's anything left."

"Haha, it went so well! The unbreakable flamingo village on Aling turned out to be so vulnerable. ”

"It's a pity that Jiayang said it wasn't that kid."

"Hey, whatever. Finding the next prodigy from the sky is Jiayang's task. A few of our brothers, if you extinguish the flamingo village, you will be rewarded. What kind of prodigy descended from heaven, dare to threaten the city lord of Jun'an with this. Phew. ”

"Without the fake prodigy from the sky, the city lord can sit back and relax."

The laughter was also drowned out by the wind and snow.

The cold carcass of the horse, the skin on the abdomen moved, and a small hand that was very cold stretched out tremblingly.

The middle-aged man, who had been hiding from the killer on Ah Ling, stood up from behind the pine tree. He carried a basket on his back, which contained several snow lotus flowers used as medicinal herbs, and hanging outside the basket was a flag with the signboard of "Hundred Opera Troupe".

"Huh? There's a child in the horse's belly? ”

He picked up the boy hidden in the horse's belly in surprise, and with his shallow Taoism, he quickly noticed that this child seemed to have some kind of amazing power hidden in his body, and quickly pinched his fingers to calculate for him, and began to talk to himself.

"The fate of a hundred thousand heavenly horses, but they can't go southeast. Alas, but you still have to go southeast to survive your calamity. Son, who are you? ”

The boy in a coma only heard this question.

Qi Bei, who was quickly swept away by the current, was like a broken boat that had been slapped on the beach, his whole body was about to fall apart, and his abdomen was extremely painful. He was stunned, how could he seem to hear a familiar voice in this illusion.

"Child, what's your name? How to hide in the belly of a horse? ”

The middle-aged man probed the boy's snort, and there was still a hint of warmth. But I have to leave quickly, in case I am discovered by the killers in Jun'an City, and I will have to die as a passer-by and the child.

Qi Bei, who was in severe pain, knelt down in the river, and kept kowtowing and making splashes one after another: "Master, Master, is it your old man?" I am Qi Bei who you took in the Hundred Opera Troupe! ”

"Qibei?" The middle-aged man repeated the name of the child in his arms, "So your name is Qi Bei?" ”