They were very fast, and they passed the wooden bridge like a white horse, and it was impossible to look closely at a quick glance.

Almost no one noticed that He Lingchuan at the bottom of the boat squatted and shrunk, and just curled up in the shadow of the wooden bridge!

He hid under the bridge, and he didn't dare to come out, lest a bubble bubble attract unnecessary attention.

After a dozen breaths, he quietly poked out of the water, looked left and right, and stabbed his spear into the canal bank, and jumped to the ground with a leap of strength.

The cavalry was gone, and only a few backs remained.

Two children of five or six years old looked at him curiously by the ditch, but the mother on the side looked wary and dragged them back.

The people here are very unfriendly.

He Lingchuan wiped the water from his face and quickly hid behind two large haystacks.

Further on, there are warehouses, then tall and low houses, but fortunately there are no people. He Lingchuan looked down at the wet body, knowing that his clothes and clothes made the locals know that they were outsiders at a glance.

The only way to do this is to change a set of clothes.

He looked around, and finally showed a smile:

Not far away, laundry was drying in the open space in front of the farmhouse.

He sneaked over quietly, not alarming the woman who was cooking in the kitchen, and took only a few men's clothes and trousers. After that, go to the back of the sun to change clothes.

Although there was silence all around, he carefully checked his surroundings before taking off his wet old clothes.

No one.

He quickly stripped off his wet pants and put them on new ones.

He was tying his trousers when a whistle suddenly sounded from the side.

He Lingchuan looked up in shock, and saw a white shadow flashing, like light and electricity, so fast that human eyes could not catch it.

There is no way to dodge.

There was a soft "whoosh" sound, and an arrow hit him right in the throat, and the arrow went out and out, and the arrow even pierced the plank.

What's it like to have your throat choked with an arrow?

He Lingchuan wanted to be rude, but he couldn't speak, and only felt pain in his heart.

I saw the white feather at the tail of the arrow trembling in front of me, and when I looked forward again, something seemed to have moved in the haystack.

He tried to see, but his vision was blurred.

￥￥￥￥￥

He Lingchuan shouted, covered his neck and turned over and sat up.

As far as the eye can see, the window lattice, the low table, and the vase are all the furniture in his house.

A lark perched on a branch in front of the window, frightened by his cry, flapped its wings and flew away, purring off a feather.

He Lingchuan stared at this feather and thought of Bai Ling who sealed his throat with an arrow.

Touching his throat, it was so good, not even the skin was broken, but his whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had just climbed up from the ditch.

"Scared grandpa to death!" He's still alive, but he's having a nightmare.

The figure outside flashed, and Uncle Hao came in: "What's wrong with the young master?" ”

"It's fine." He Lingchuan rubbed his face weakly, "Nightmare." ”

"Still Hulu Mountain?"

"How is that possible?" After experiencing the adventure of Panlong City, the memory of the attack on Hulu Mountain was so blurred that it seemed like a lifetime before, and he was about to forget it.

He Lingchuan waved Uncle Hao away, got up and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

It wasn't dark yet, and he couldn't sleep for an hour at most.

After returning from the desert, he slept like a baby, what is going on today?

Glancing at the head of the bed, his gaze naturally fell on the broken knife.

"Are you doing this?" It's just such a variable, it's hard not to notice.

He Lingchuan took the knife off and slowly pulled out the sheath.

The temperature around him dropped by at least two degrees, but He Lingchuan didn't feel cold, and held it for two points.

He thought about that nightmare, except for the locals who regarded outsiders as enemies, in fact, the Chipa Plateau was wonderful, with a rich water town and an idyllic scene.

There is a vertical and horizontal water network, the geography is changeable, it seems that there are mines in the distance, no wonder Panlong City can hold on to strong enemies for many years, objective conditions are also one of the decisive factors.

The last time he entered the secret realm of Dafang Pot, he almost died after only one trip to Panlong City, of course, he didn't have a chance to get out of Xiongguan and see the Chipa Plateau back then.

Fang Cai's dream made up for this shortcoming.

He subconsciously believed that the Chipa Plateau he saw in his dream was a high degree of restoration in history.

The answers of those guards showed that the time point he entered was after the appearance of the Red General, that is, the second half of the desperate period in Panlong City.

The Kingdom of Xiluo briefly resumed contact with Panlong City, but unfortunately it was too weak to resist the pressure of the coalition forces, and soon abandoned Panlong City again.

Zhong Shengguang is also a human being, but he has been loyal to his duties for 12 years, but he encountered such a betrayal, and once almost collapsed, so he turned to the arms of the gods.

From then on, the Red General appeared.

During this time, Panlong City was the most mysterious, Sun Fuping read all the history books of many countries, and did not find a complete record, as if there was a mysterious force that forcefully erased it from history.

He Lingchuan was also curious, but remembering the treacherous, light, and ruthless nature of that arrow, goosebumps got up all over his body again.

Counting this time, he was the one who died twice.

Although this experience is strange and precious, no one can resist it.

The two arrow attacks before and after should have come from the same person, where is that archer hiding? The wolf-like Gale Army was all concealed by He Lingchuan, why could this person follow him like a shadow?

He remembered the hurried and loud whistle, remembered his unfastened trousers, and remembered that the black dragon had specially lifted it before he disappeared, and the broken knife was given to him.

It's a bit of a trust.

The previous owner of the knife was Zhong Shengguang, what kind of connection did he hope this knife would establish with He Lingchuan?

The boy stroked the knife and was silent, and he had new troubles:

In the future, should you hang it on the head of the bed?

He shook his head, and found that the nightmare did not give him a splitting headache, but was full of energy and relaxed, not like the loss in the dream.

To be honest, the adventure in the dream is quite interesting except for the sudden death at the end.

The most important thing is that he can wake up.

If he didn't lose, he was still afraid of a ball?

He Lingchuan pressed the blade and said, "Let's discuss." Don't send me nightmares every day, I can still hang you by the head of the bed, how about it? ”

The knife was quiet, and naturally there would be no response.

So He Lingchuan also hung it back in place.

……

Before it gets dark, the Acacia Building is lively.

The restaurant has been open for three years and is thriving in Blackwater City, and it is rare for locals and tourists to like it. It is said that the boss behind the scenes is a retired official from the mainland, and the food from his hometown has been a great success when it has been moved to the borderlands.

Acacia House is famous for making ducks.

Yes, ducks, very simply ducks swimming in the water.

The chef specially invited from Takihua City specializes in cooking duck, whether it is bad, roasted, marinated, baked, or boiled, fried, cured, and burned, there is no one they will not, and according to the cooking method to select the fat and thin, old and young, really do the fat and thin.