As the night wore on, the well-fed Tagan returned to their dwellings, leaving Qiushui alone tied to the cross, unable to move. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The bonfires around info had been extinguished, and the cold wind howled from time to time, freezing the autumn water to pale and shivering. According to the group just now, tomorrow they will dispose of Qiushui in front of the whole clan according to the clan rules, that is, a thousand knives, and throw it into the snow to feed the wolves. Qiushui is not a good stubble, originally he was still lucky, thinking that he could get his things back through negotiations, but now that everyone is going to take his life, he naturally can't sit still.

"Tiansha, return!" Qiu Shui's heart moved, and under his manipulation, he saw a red sword sweep out of the window of a house somewhere, and then flew in front of his eyes with a swish. Qiu Shui smiled slightly, looked around, and found that a few clansmen standing guard did not notice this, and then used the Heavenly Evil to cut the rope on his body and successfully escaped from the cross.

As if he heard a movement here, a strong man on patrol nearby came with a torch, he walked to the cross, and saw that Qiushui was still tied to it, his head bowed, not moving, and his face couldn't help but show a look of doubt. After checking left and right, and finding nothing unusual, the strong man shook his head and turned to leave.

"Whew, it's so dangerous!" Qiushui quietly raised his head and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the strong man had gone away. He came down from the cross, touched the heavenly evil in his hand, and said softly, "Take me to where you just was." Tiansha seemed to understand Qiushui's words, and flew up from his hand at once, and then slowly floated in a certain direction. Qiushui followed closely, passing through a dozen houses one after another, until finally came to a corner in the northwest of the village.

"Is this the place?" Qiushui observed the house in front of him, only to see that its door was closed, but the window on the right was open with a thin slit. Through this gap, Qiushui saw that the facilities inside were quite simple, only a table, a few chairs, and a bed against the wall. There was a person sleeping on the bed at the moment, snoring like thunder from time to time, and beside the bed, it was the bag of holy snow lotus that Qiushui had been stolen.

Qiushui bent the corners of his mouth, and then quietly opened the window, which seemed to be some years old, and made a creaking noise from time to time, but fortunately, the snoring of the person inside was too loud, so the noise was muffled. At this time, another person walked in the distance, holding a torch in his hand, and looked around from time to time. In a hurry, Qiushui jumped directly into the room and entered the room.

"It's strange, Brother Wushan still has such a big window open when he sleeps, and he is really not afraid of freezing. The man went to the outside of the house where Qiushui was, stopped at once, shone it with a torch, and when he saw that the window was wide open, he closed it with his hand. Qiushui squatted under the eaves of the window, waited for the fire to fade away, then dared to stand up, and then tiptoed to the bed.

When I got closer, I found that the person lying on the bed was Wushan, who had met before and was known as the first warrior of the Tagan tribe. At this moment, he held a golden-backed machete tightly in his hand, and it seemed that at the slightest disturbance, he would leap to his feet and kill the intruder mercilessly. Qiushui didn't want to stay long, he quietly picked up the package on the side, and then proudly returned to the window, and gently broke it with his hand, and found that the window was closed by the patrolling person just now, and it couldn't be opened at all.

Qiushui cursed a few times in his mouth, then hung the package on his back, and began to slowly exert force in his hand. Fortunately, because his strength was not controlled, the window was directly opened, making an extremely loud noise. Wu Shan on the bed instantly opened his eyes, sat up and looked, only to see that the window was completely open, and the wind outside was whistling, making a ghost-like sound. At this time, he noticed that in a backlit corner of the room, something seemed to be shaking. He frowned, stood up, grabbed the machete in his hand, and walked towards the place step by step.

At this time, the autumn water jumped out and swept directly out of the window. Na Wushan's reaction was also extremely fast, and the knife in his hand was flicked, and it was immediately inserted on the eaves of the window, forcing Qiushui to stop. The two of them looked at each other like this, and by the moonlight, Wu Shan could clearly see the sword in Qiu Shui's hand and the holy snow lotus on his back.

"Thief. Wu Shan snorted coldly, and then punched Qiushui. Qiushui dodged sideways, and then with a wave of Tiansha, a sword qi burst out, sweeping towards Wushan. Wu Shan pulled out the golden-backed machete and stretched his hands forward to block Qiushui's attack.

"You are still robbers!" Qiu Shui shouted angrily, stepped forward again, and quickly waved the Tiansha in his hand, forcing Na Wushan to retreat again and again for a while. With a "bang", Tiansha and the machete suddenly collided, and sparks flew everywhere. Wu Shan's strength was extremely strong, and he flew out of the autumn water in one fell swoop and landed on the table behind him. I saw that the table made of iceberg logs was instantly crushed in half, and Qiushui stood up from the ruins, wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then said with a smile: "Interesting, worthy of being the first warrior of the Tagan tribe." ”

Wu Shan took advantage of the victory to pursue, raised the machete in his hand, and slashed towards Qiushui, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, if he hit it solidly, even ten lives would not be enough. At this time, Qiushui's figure flashed, and suddenly disappeared in place, Wu Shan was shocked, it was too late to stop it, a strong wind hit behind him, and the next moment, Wu Shan felt a sharp pain in his calf, and the whole person fell to the ground in an instant.

"How about it, is it still your Grandpa Qiu's skills?" Qiushui pointed his sword at Wushan's head, and then said proudly. Wushan turned his head and looked at Qiushui through gritted teeth, blood running down his legs, quickly staining the ground around him.

"Okay, let's stop playing with you, I'll go first. As soon as Qiushui turned around, intending to leave here as soon as possible, as soon as he opened the door, the whole person was stunned. Outside, hundreds of Tagan clansmen held weapons and looked at Qiushui with angry eyes, while Huang Xuan stood at the forefront of the team, and a strong aura emanated from her, making Qiushui feel a cold chill.

At this time, Xiao Di instantly rushed out of the crowd and ran towards Qiushui. But before she could take a few steps, she was grabbed by the man behind her.

"It's too dangerous!" the man reprimanded. Xiao Di struggled desperately, and crystal tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. Footsteps sounded, and under the gaze of everyone, a figure slowly walked out of the room.

"Brother!" Seeing Wushan, Xiao Di burst into tears and laughed, shouting loudly there. Seeing that Wu Shan was fine, everyone else also breathed a sigh of relief, only Huang Xuan noticed Wu Shan's abnormality, glanced down, and found the injury on his leg, and his face suddenly became gloomy.