Zhou Huiniang was stunned, and was about to say something, when the sound of horses' hooves came in the distance, it was Zheng Daqiao and they came back.

Zheng Daqiao rushed over, jumped off the horse and asked eagerly, "What's the matter?" I heard someone say that Miss Xia is gone? ”

Chang Qing hurriedly calmed Zheng Daqiao's emotions: "Brother Zheng, don't worry, Miss Xia is indeed gone, but it doesn't have to be someone Anyway, you also know that Miss Xia is very smart and very good, she definitely won't. Not! ”

Zheng Daqiao gave Chang Qing an iron fist without saying a word, and roared angrily: "No matter how powerful she is, she is just a young girl, if something really happens, Lao Tzu will be the first to kill you!" After saying that, Zheng Daqiao flew on his horse and ran towards the street, while the brother behind him also galloped away after Zheng Erqiao.

Chang Qing covered his chest, looked at Zheng Daqiao and the others who were riding in the dust a little sluggishly, and was depressed in his heart: What's wrong with him, Xia Huai is gone, he is also very anxious, how do you feel that the bad guys have been done by him!

Chang Qing is wronged!

With a wave of his hand, Zheng Daqiao ordered his brothers to disperse and search for people in all directions on the street, while he galloped and rushed straight to the dart board.

If you want to say who is most familiar here, it has to be the dart game.

The people in the dart bureau were also miserable, and they were inexplicably pulled by Zheng Daqiao to work as coolies. Soon, there was a lot of shouting in the street.

"Miss Xia!"

"Huai'er!"

"Xia Huai, Xia Huai!"

These are normal, and there are not:

"Unknown Miss Xia, can you come out soon, my dart brothers and I are still waiting for dinner!"

"The little girl's family, what's awkward? If you have anything, just say it, don't do this thing of disappearance! ”

"Miss Xia, please be merciful and let us go back to eat!"

At the same time, Xia Huai had already left the space, but somehow, the place where she woke up was not the place where she was in a coma.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a dilapidated cave, the entrance of which looked swarthy from the outside, and people couldn't help but feel numb on the scalp.

But the strange thing is that Xia Huai is faintly eager to try it deep down, as if there is something in it that is constantly attracting her. What is it?

Xia Huai asked in his heart.

But no one responded.

Afraid of what? It's a big deal that she will still be a beautiful woman twenty years later, besides, she has space, what accident happened, and she couldn't hide in it directly?

With such an idea, Xia Huai finally mustered up the courage and quietly stepped in.

When he first entered the entrance of the cave, Xia Huai was still a little scared.

She has claustrophobia.

In the dim environment, even if she behaved very calmly, she was still afraid in her heart. If she could use a stethoscope, her heart would be deafening!

However, after walking about a dozen steps, suddenly a light appeared in front of him, and then it became brighter and brighter until a new hole appeared in front of him. And beyond the mouth of the cave

It's a cliff.

Xia Huai was a spirit, and was about to run back, but at this time, three small flying knives flew towards her, Xia Huai scolded her mother in her heart, and quickly retreated while dodging the flying knives.

She glanced at the flying knife quickly, but a strong doubt rose in her heart.

Why do you think this flying knife is familiar?

There were only three people she met with throwing knives, one was the disguised man who had assassinated her before, one was the person in front of her, and the other was there.

It's Song Jia.

And this flying knife is not quite the same as the one that assassinated her before, but it is somewhat similar to the one used by Song Jia.

Xia Huai's heart moved, and he couldn't help but shout tentatively: "Song Jia? ”

The man paused, and after such a pause, Xia Huai suddenly stepped forward, subdued him to the ground, and reached out to remove the face towel on the other party's face.

However, the face he saw made Xia Huai very disappointed.

It was a face full of beards, wrinkles, and dirt, and the face of a middle-aged man.

There was only a moment of disappointment, but Xia Huai thought of something, and reached out to tear the beard on the man's face, but was quickly blocked by the other party: "Don't." ”

Even the voice was a deep baritone, and the disappointment in Xia Huai's heart spread.

Appearance can be camouflaged, can voice?

She was really a little unsure.

"Who are you? Do you know Song Jia? ”

The bearded man shook his head, but did not speak.

Suddenly, Xia Huai took advantage of his unpreparedness and pulled his hair covering his eyes to the side, and his watery and clear eyes reflected in Xia Huai's heart.

Xia Huai felt as if her heart was beating, oh no, her heart would be over if it didn't beat. What she wanted to express was that her heart, which had not been violently fluctuating for a long time, suddenly resonated strongly.

Because of those eyes.

Xia Huai couldn't help but smile, she reached out to cover her eyes, and let a little moisture quietly eat away at her eyelashes. Her voice was slightly hoarse, as if she was holding back some emotion: "Sure enough, it's you." After saying that, she suddenly clenched her pink fist and punched the opponent's broad chest.

"Hmm."

Song Jia covered his chest helplessly, and his voice was hoarse: "Everyone is beating their chests lightly with small fists, you can't wait for me to die directly." ”

This is an indirect admission that he is Song Jia.

Xia Huai's heart was beating violently, and he didn't care about what Song Jia said, he quickly put down the hand covering his eyes and flew into Song Jia's arms: "I'll say it's you!" You still say it's not. ”

"Song Jia, you bastard!"

After saying this, Song Jia felt as if his chest was burned.

Was it the wound on his chest that was torn open by Xia Huai, and then bled again? Or was it some kind of liquid that was quietly wetting his chest?

Xia Huai's imbalance only lasted for a while, and he quickly realized that he had done something embarrassing, and pushed Song Jia away stiffly, and was about to say something, but he heard Song Jia snort and clutched his chest in pain.

So, Xia Huai didn't care about being ashamed, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" Did I hurt you? ”

Song Jia's mask pretending to be painful cracked a little, and after a pause, he shook his head slightly, but said diametrically opposite words in his mouth: "It's okay, probably the wound has cracked."

Xia Huai immediately thought of the punch and push he had just made, and went to pull Song Jia's clothes with some guilt: "I'll help you take a look!" ”

Song Jia looked like a bullied little daughter-in-law, and held her clothes tightly with her other hand: "No, no, no, no."

Xia Huai put down his hand angrily, crossed his waist and scolded angrily: "What's wrong? Are you still shy about being a big man? ”

Song Jia: "." Okay, he gave up struggling.

So, Xia Huai quickly took off his clothes, and then suddenly 'hissed'.

Without him, the wound on Song Jia's chest was too miserable.

A large sword wound, somewhat blackened around it, as if it had been poisoned.

Xia Huai looked at Song Jia with complicated eyes, she really didn't understand Song Jia, how much perseverance did it take to support the broken body, withstand the erosion of poison, stay in the cave, and always be alert to the dangers of the outside world?

(End of chapter)