The man rolled his head full of weeds and branches, and his clothes were cut by the sword.

The man didn't know what terrible things he saw, his face turned pale with fright, his liver and gall were broken, his trembling hands grabbed Han Changdu's legs, and he couldn't stand up after several attempts.

When Han Changdui saw that person, his face sank, and he was about to get angry, but he was interrupted by a voice not far away.

The sound of rustling is getting closer and closer, countless figures loom in the barren grass, and the cold light flashes through the forest forest, becoming more and more murderous.

Hearing these deliberately suppressed footsteps, the man was so frightened that he was about to cry, holding Han Changdui's legs trembling like chaff, his face was white, and he couldn't say a word.

[In view of the general environment,

Han Changdui's heart froze, and with a slight effort in his hand, he dragged the man out of the grass, his voice was hidden in his throat, and his expression was cold and numb: "Can you still walk?"

The man's innate fear of Han Changdui, he crawled out on one leg with a limp, and the azure bottom of the bag was embroidered with orange tuanhua on the grass juice, and it was even more colorful.

Hearing Han Changdu's words, he tried his best to move his lame leg, hissed in pain, and was covered with sweat: "Yes, yes, it's a little difficult."

Han Changdui glanced at the little blood stains on the hem of his clothes, shook his head helplessly, neatly carried the man to his shoulders, and his body rose and fell a few times in the barren grass, and then disappeared silently.

Not long after the two of them left, four or five men dressed in black short brown with black scarves over their faces, showing only their murderous eyes, rushed to the place.

"Hall Master, there are traces of drag here." Walking out of the sparse forest, a man in black couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the barren grass lying on the ground.

A man in black in the same outfit walked out from behind, but the killing intent on his body was obviously heavier than the others.

He walked forward with a steady step, staring at the fallen grass, a few drops of blood fell between the blades of grass, and the blood was still wet, obviously the man had been gone for a short time.

The man walked in a hurry, and a series of footprints trampled on the weeds and lay in disarray.

It's just that in the barren grass where the line is far away, there is no trace of blood.

His heart sank, and the man had been hit by an arrow in his leg, and the arrow was specially made, and there was a hook on the tip of the arrow, which would be bad if he did not pull it out, and he would lose too much blood if he pulled it out.

Looking at the way the man fled, it seemed that he had pulled out the arrow, but looking at the bloodstains, it was not like it.

Unless, unless someone here rescues that man.

His gaze followed the fallen grass into the distance, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Go down the mountain, chase!"

"Don't worry, the hall master, he was hit by an arrow in the leg and can't run far." The man in black waved his hand, and the man in black behind him pounced like a wolf down the mountain.

The black-clothed hall master shook his head, if there was only that person, he would never be able to escape, but right now, someone must have rescued that person.

Since someone is meddling, then to find this person, you have to find another way.

The man in black walked up to the hall master in black and said with a sense of concern: "Hall master, he saw the poisonous lady, if he can't find it, the young master will be furious."

The black-clothed hall master condensed and said: "Although I didn't see the face of that person, but that person was dressed up extremely rich, and he appeared in the hunting ground, and the horse he shot was a BMW in the Western Regions, this person's identity must be extraordinary, which family is Xu is a child of a family, tomorrow the emperor Lao'er will give a banquet in Yuhua Palace, and when the time comes, whoever is injured and who is not injured, you can see at a glance." The man in black was not as optimistic as the hall master in black, his two short eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and he never opened it: "But hall master, he saw the poisonous lady, if he recognized the poisonous lady at the banquet, it would not be good."

"What are you afraid of," the black-clothed hall master said lightly, "The net of heaven and earth has already been laid, not to mention that a child of a family has seen it, even if the old man himself sees it, it is useless!"

The man in black pursed his lips, although he was still a little bottomless in his heart, but what his hall master said was conclusive, and he was not so obsessed with catching people.

Han Changdui carried the man and left

After leaving the range of the hunting ground, he jumped and stepped on the trunk of the tree to turn around, before cautiously walking towards the courtyard of the Han Mansion.

There were few people waiting in Han's mansion, and they were all confidants, and when they saw Han Changdui walking in with a person on his back, everyone was shocked and hurriedly closed the courtyard door.

"Shizi, Seventh Master is, what's wrong?" Jin Yu took the man from Han Changdu's back, carefully rested on the kang, and touched the sticky handful on the hem of his clothes, the bright red blood was particularly shocking, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "Oh God, which god hurt the leg of the seventh master!" This makes the Seventh Master still go out to spend all day drinking and causing trouble!"

The man known as the Seventh Master is none other than Han Changyun, the seventh son of King Han and the seventh brother of Han Changdu.

Hearing Jin Yu's words, Han Changyun was angry, anxious and painful, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Manager Jin, do you hurt me or scold me!"

"Of course my subordinates feel sorry for the Seventh Master." Jin Yu smiled, not worried about Han Changyun's leg injury at all.

Han Changyun angrily raised his leg and kicked it over, but he forgot about the injury on his leg, gasped in pain, and thumped the kang with a loud bang, crying earth-shattering: "I heard that the corner of the wall was chased and injured by someone, and I was laughed at by you when I came back, the master is not alive!"

It's too embarrassing, and it's embarrassing to see him to this point, and it's the first in the whole world.

"Go get the knife medicine." Han Changyun said expressionlessly, opened the hem of his clothes to the edge of the kang, and went to uncover Han Changyun's blood-stained hem.

Jin Yu let out a "h

Han Changyun hugged Han Changyun's leg with his hands, crying and humming, "Big, big brother, you are the best for me."

Han Changwan sat on the edge of the kang, but he didn't speak, just looked at Han Changyun with a cold face.

Hades is terrifying, and the cold-faced Hades are even more terrifying!

Han Changyun shrunk his neck, his fear of this brother who was nearly ten years older than him was engraved in his bones, and he shivered inexplicably at Han Changdu's face of the Yama who didn't speak, which affected the injury on his leg, he hissed in pain and cried louder: "Big brother, I, my leg hurts."

Han Changwan saw that an arrow was deeply pierced into Han Changyun's, and blood oozed from the edge of the wound, and he couldn't help but snort ruthlessly: "It's too early to cry, this arrow has a hook on the tip, and if you pull out the piece of meat on your leg, it's too late to cry at that time!"

Han Changyun hiccuped in fright, his face was like ashes, and his cheeks twitched: "No, it's not, it's so ruthless, I just listened to a corner, do you want to kill it."

"Listen to the corner? What did you say?" Han Changdu's heart sank, he had to say something that could poke a hole in the sky, so that he would continue to hunt down and kill the eavesdropper.

Han Changyun also looked solemn, and shook his head incomprehensibly: "It's because they didn't say anything terrible that I was chased inexplicably."

"What has been said, you tell me carefully." Han Changdui can only be trusted by his mallet brother, with his immobile brain, even insinuating that Sang scolding Huai can be regarded as a compliment to him, and it is strange to be able to hear the sharp edge of a hundred turns and thousands of times in the corner.

"I, I want to think about it," Han Changyun's face was full of words, racking his brains to recall the situation at that time: "I saw a white fox in the forest today, so I chased it all the way to hunt, and when I chased it to the forest of Dongtou Mountain Liang, I saw two people standing by the stream outside the forest talking, and when I went, they all finished talking, and I really didn't hear anything. And, and when I saw them, I turned around and left."

He died of grievances.

If he really heard anything, he would not have been wronged by this injury.

But he really didn't hear anything!

This unwarranted disaster, there is no reason to go when you die!

"Turned around and left, so how did they find out?" Han Changdui frowned and asked puzzledly.

Han Changyun was dumbfounded for a long time before he muttered, "That's not, that's not that white fox suddenly burst out, I, I'll shoot an arrow......

His voice grew lower, and at last he couldn't say half a word

Finish.

"Are you in a hurry to borrow from the fox because you lack the heart!!" Han Changdui slapped the kang head heavily in anger, making a muffled sound of "dong".

He has always been upright and upright, and he rarely even laughs, let alone such cynical and weird words.

Now that he said this, it can be seen that he is angry.

Han Changyun shrunk his neck and muttered, "No, the hands made of white fox fur are warm and soft and warm."

Hearing this, Han Changyun's heart moved, and he glanced at Han Changyun deeply.

Han Changyun didn't speak, just laughed dryly.

After a moment of silence, Han Changdui let out a long sigh, heard the door knock, and turned his head to see Jin Yu coming in with an ebony tray, on which were a pair of silver shiny scissors and an equally cold dagger, three two-inch-high white porcelain long-necked bottles, with red sticking paper, a thick stack of white cotton cloth, and a bottle of spirits.

As soon as he saw these things, Han Changyun screamed with all his heart: "No, I don't want it, I don't want it!"

Han Changwan pressed Han Changyun, who was desperately shrinking into the corner of the wall, and said lightly with an expressionless face, "You mean, let me take it myself?"

Han Changyun was almost frightened.

His brother was fought out in the sea of blood on the battlefield, and the method of treating injuries was called simple and rude.

The injury is healed, but whether his life can be saved is two words.

He shook his head in horror, pointed at Jin Yu and said, "Let, let Chief Jin come!"

Jin Yu squinted his eyes and smiled ill-intentionedly: "Okay, why don't you say that the Seventh Master has a good eye for talents."

Han Changyun was praised for a chill, and suddenly felt ominous.

Jin Yu smiled gently, put the ebony tray on the pestle, picked up the thin-bladed dagger, sprinkled a small half bottle of spirits, and rested it on the candle flame.

When the liquor met the wine, it turned into a flame and enveloped the blade.

After a few breaths, the flame gradually went out.

Jin Yu cooled the dagger and gestured on Han Changyun's calf.

Han Changyun shrank back in fright, glaring, "What are you doing!"