A month later, when Han Feng appeared near the Sheep Gut Pass, he was already in rags. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Before arriving at the pass, he deliberately found a clear lake to wash the dust off his body, only to find that the clothes on his body were sticky with sweat and blood, and even some places had been stuck with the skin, and he couldn't pull it off.

He wanted to throw down the innermost clothes, but the clothes on the outside were worn out and worn out, and the wind leaked directly on all sides, so he had to put on the dirty clothes. Looking at the lake full of clear water, he looked at his beard and could hardly recognize that it was him.

He hadn't sorted out his appearance for nearly three months, and by this point, he could barely remember what he looked like. Looking at the pass in the distance, thinking about the time when I first passed the pass, I only felt like a world away. He looked at his reflection and felt that he was very different from before. In addition to the beard and vicissitudes of life, his eyes are much firmer and clearer than before.

He scanned the mountains on both sides of the pass, and finally aimed at the lower peaks to the east. After all, he didn't dare to go directly to the checkpoint to cross the mountain, with his current muscles and bones, it should not be difficult to climb the shorter peak, and when it was dark at night, he secretly climbed the rock.

Han Feng made up his mind, took out a piece of roasted rabbit jerky and ate it, waiting for the sun to go down.

Now at the foot of Daqing Mountain, the surrounding terrain has also risen a lot, and the weather is gradually warming, and the dead grass on the ground has also sprouted fresh sprouts. From time to time, patrolling Pingsha soldiers walked by under the pass, and Han Feng was afraid that they would find out, so he hid under a boulder. It was still early at this time, and after waiting for a while, I felt my eyelids tremble, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I suddenly heard footsteps coming in my ears.

Han Feng woke up suddenly, but as soon as he grabbed the cold iron sword, he felt that his neck was tight, and he was strangled by a rope.

"Hmm......"

He couldn't breathe or make a sound, trying to cut the rope with his cold iron sword, but the man behind him kicked him in the right shoulder.

There was a soft "click", the right shoulder was dislocated, and the entire right arm hung to the side, and it was soft and could not use half of its strength. Han Feng only had one left hand to struggle, but the rope was almost stuck in the flesh, his eyes were black, and his body twitched a few times, and he felt that he was almost fainting.

And that man is so big. Han Feng was dragged out of the rock directly by him, and after dragging it for a while, Han Feng thought that he was almost strangled to death, only to feel that his neck suddenly loosened.

He gasped for breath, but before he could come back to his senses, he felt that the rope at the back of his neck was pushed and tied to a dead button, and then the man took the rope under his armpits, tied it around his body, and lifted it up again, and he didn't know what it was tied to.

The sun had long since set, and it was dark all around. Han Feng gasped and looked backwards, and as soon as he turned his head, he heard a hiss of "Herod", and then his whole body fell to the ground, and there was a sharp pain under his body.

He was dragged by a galloping black horse, and ran more than a mile under this great green mountain.

The wooden plaque of the spiritual position of the parents in his arms fell out of his arms halfway, and the clothes behind him were worn through at some point, and the skin was directly in contact with the ground. But his neck was strangled, and he couldn't shout.

The cold iron sword had already fallen, his two hands were tightly tied to the sides of his body, and he couldn't even move, and at this point, the injury of the dislocation of his right shoulder was nothing, only the pain in his back and the pain in the back of his head were real.

Several times he hit his head on a rock, thinking he would be killed, but he only fainted and woke up in pain. He wanted to see who was going to kill him, but he heard the horse bark, and the man on the horse's back kept pumping his hips—and the man didn't say a word.

"Could it be that I, Han Feng, just died?"

Han Feng almost felt that he couldn't hold on, and just when his mind was already a little blurred, he suddenly heard the person shout immediately.

"Phew—"

That voice was too familiar, and Han Feng was so tired that he couldn't even lift his little finger at this moment, let alone open his mouth to scold.

"Willow Springs?"

Han Feng opened his eyes with all his strength, only to see that in the darkness, the man walked up to him and untied the rope, and kicked him in the waist.

Han Feng was powerless to resist at this time, snorted, and rolled out.

There was blood on the ground. Han Feng lay on the ground, trying to get up, but Liu Quan walked up to him in a few steps and kicked him away with another kick.

After kicking more than a dozen times, Liu Quan seemed to be out of breath and tired, so he gasped and sat down beside him, and spat at him fiercely: "Fight with me!

Through his high, swollen eyes, Han Feng stared at Liu Quan laboriously. The outfit on his body was very different from that of ordinary Pingsha soldiers, and even Xing Hou's outfit did not seem to be as delicate as his body. Unlike himself, his face is clean, his body is also clean, handsome as before, plus this clothes, he is like a noble prince and grandson, where there is a little prisoner.

And the strength of his horse's feet is also outstanding.

Oops...... I don't have a weapon on my body at this time, and I fall into his hands, how can I live?

Han Feng coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and touched the ground with his left hand, hoping to touch a harder stone to defend himself, but where did Liu Quan allow him to make small movements, he stepped on his left hand with one foot, and then scolded.

Han Feng finally couldn't help it, and shouted out in pain: "Liu Quan, I have always regarded you as my brother, why do you treat me like this? Why do you want to kill me so much? If you do it, you will kill it! You kind of kill me!"

Liu Quan shouted: "You think I don't want to kill you! If I hadn't been able to kill you, I would have cut you with a thousand knives!" He trembled all over, and the seven holes were smoking, as if Han Feng had done something very sorry for him, "Hmph, pour your water, take the knife, you can still live until now! Yes! You say, where is Zhuo Xiaoling!"

"Zhuo Xiaoling?" Han Feng never dreamed that Liu Quan would ask this sentence. He was shocked and suspicious, and he didn't know what trick Liu Quan had played this time: "You two are embarrassed, and you still come to ask me! He is dead!"

This sentence seemed to touch Liu Quan's scales all at once, he was so angry that his face turned blue, and without saying a word, he turned back to the horse, and took out a jar of wine from the bag on the saddle, but when he came to Han Feng's side, he slapped open the altar seal and spilled the wine on him.

"Ahh

Liu Quan squatted down, looked directly at his face, and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Phew!" Mo said that Han Feng really didn't know Zhuo Xiaoling's whereabouts, and when he got to this step of the field, even if he knew, he wouldn't say it. He glared at Liu Quan fiercely, letting the blood flow on his face and body: "You let me die clearly, why do you hate me so much?"

"Hmph. Liu Quan took a sip of the remaining half jar of wine in his hand and said, "Don't you know? It is clear that you killed me first! When I left the capital, it was you who communicated with Xing Hou and them, saying that I was going to escape! I almost died in your hands, and I was so borrowed to kill someone! You knew that you couldn't move your hand, so you played these tricks on me! Who do you think I am? Do you take me for a fool!" He paused and asked again, "When did you know?"

Han Feng was asked by him at this moment, and he didn't understand what he was talking about at all. He shook his head, but at this moment his life was in Liu Quan's hands, if he told him that he had not told Xing Hou that he was going to escape, this would not be like expounding the facts, but like wagging his tail and begging for mercy. He couldn't say anything about it.

Liu Quan's gaze became a little colder: "I thought you were an honest person, but I didn't expect your ability to pretend to be confused so high! Okay, I don't care about the previous things, you tell me where Zhuo Xiaoling is!"

Han Feng couldn't suppress his anger and scolded: "Why do I want to know where Zhuo Xiaoling is? Let me tell you, you two hurt me first, if he wants me to see him, I will see him once, kill him once, just like you!"

When Liu Quan heard Han Feng's words, the aura on his face gradually retracted, and instead showed a few evil smiles.

"Good. Don't think I can't deal with you because I can't kill you with my own hands. I'll send you to the sheep intestine pass, and tell them that you are a deserter, and you can see what they do to you. ”

After speaking, he picked up Han Feng with one hand. His strength was unusually great, and Han Feng didn't know where he got the strength to look so thin, but he was really powerless to resist at this moment, so he had to let him drag him around.

And at this moment, a weak voice sounded: "Liu Quan, you let him go." ”

"Hmph, can't you get used to seeing your lover suffer, and you're finally willing to come out?" Liu Quan pushed Han Feng to the ground.

Han Feng clutched his chest and coughed for a while, looking up, but he was stunned.

At first, he didn't know what Liu Quan's "lover" meant, but when he saw Zhuo Xiaoling, something he had never understood before suddenly became apparent.

Zhuo Xiaoling, who had recovered his free body, did not wear the clothes of the people of Lidu who worked on weekdays, nor did he wear the military uniform of the prodigal soldiers, but wore the clothes of a Rongxian woman. Her hair was scattered, although she was not combed to look like a Rongqi woman, but she had a few buns, like those little girls herding horses and sheep south of Daqing Mountain.

Collapsed nose bridge, squinted eyes...... These are still there, but under this dress, they look cute and cute, small and exquisite.

"Xiao Ling, you...... You're a woman?"

Han Feng only thought that he had seen it wrong, and rubbed his eyes again, but he felt that the wounds in his chest and back were even more painful, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat, and he fainted in front of him.