The sound of water rumbled, white foam rolled, but Gai Qing's eyes slowly contracted.

Mowgli never surfaced, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Gai Qing slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, his arm was slightly back, and his sword finger pointed obliquely at the ground. He slowly rolled his neck and looked around. His neck was thin and long, and he spun most of the time in an easy circle, and then slowly turned in another direction.

Front and back, left and right, with a panoramic view.

Nothing.

Finally, he turned his gaze back to the waterhole and looked intently. In the splash, he saw a rag drifting with the waves. He slowly raised his head and looked at the blue-black stone wall behind the waterfall.

It was swarthy, as if there was a beast hidden, but there was nothing.

Gai Qing's wrist shook slightly, and the tip of his sword struck the stone under his feet, making a clanging sound. Although the sound was not very loud, it was like a sharp sword that passed through the curtain of water, and even if the sound of the waterfall was like a bell, it could not be covered.

After the waterfall, Wuji covered his bloody forehead, looked at the old man and the young man in front of him, opened his mouth several times, but failed to say a word.

He didn't know how he had survived, all he knew was that he wiped the water from his face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a blurry figure in front of him. As he adjusted to the light in the cave, he couldn't be sure if the two men were the ones he was chasing.

The old man was still the same old man, still silent, like a stone. But his eyes became clear, as if he was a sharp knife, piercing people's hearts.

Juvenile...... It seems that he is still the same beautiful boy, but his appearance has changed, and he is still as beautiful as a girl, but he is somewhat wolf. His eyebrows seemed to have been dissolved, and a pale black trail of water snaked along his cheeks, which looked a little weird. But what was even more bizarre was his neck, a piece of skin peeling off and dangling around his neck, but there was not a trace of blood. Because of the angle, Mowgli couldn't see any difference under this piece of skin.

The young man was soaked, his clothes were sticking to his body, and judging from the looming figure, Wuji felt that he was neither male nor female.

Is it a woman dressed as a man, or a sissy?

Even Wuji couldn't say why at this time, he still had the leisure to care about this issue.

The boy was uncomfortable with him, glared at him fiercely, stretched out a finger, pointed at his nose, and moved his lips, as if scolding him. As for what to scold him, Wuji couldn't guess it. He just thought that the young man's lips were quite sexy, and his fingers were quite beautiful, white and white, thin and long. Unfortunately, none of this was enough for him to judge the sex of the teenager.

"Ding ding, Ding ding!" A crisp voice came from outside, and the young man's expression was grim, and his body moved, and he was ready to rush out.

The old man reached out and pressed his shoulder, shaking his head silently. The young man was helpless, slowly sat back again, and glared at Wuji fiercely again. Mowgli grinned and wanted to smile, but he pulled the wound and grinned in pain. He rolled down all the way, although he didn't fall to his death, but he was also injured a lot, and he felt that the bones in his body were broken into slag, and it hurt his heart to the bottom when he moved. Seeing that his eyebrows and eyes shifted in pain, the young man couldn't bear it, and stretched out his finger and poked him twice.

Wuji suddenly felt a warm current rushing into his body, and the pain in his body instantly became a little lighter, and he exhaled softly. As soon as his mouth opened, he was covered by the teenager. The young man covered his mouth with one hand, held up a finger in front of his lips with the other, and pointed out again, signaling him not to make a sound.

Mowgli understood and nodded again and again.

The old man who had been sitting on the side with his head down suddenly raised his head, glanced at Wuji, put his hand into his arms, took out the silver medal, and stared at Wuji. Mowgli grinned helplessly. "Got it?" an old voice sounded. Wuji was taken aback and instinctively looked at the old man. The young man did not allow him to speak, why was the old man so loud, and he was not afraid of being discovered by people outside? Soon, he found that the old man did not speak, because his mouth had not moved.

"Don't be nervous, I'm communicating with you with my mind. The old man stared at Wuji, smiled slightly, and then his face twitched, clenched his fist, and blocked his mouth hard, his pale face was also swollen red, as if he could drip blood, and it took a long time to regain his calm.

Wuji was stunned for a long time, finally regained his composure, and looked at the old man with blinking eyes. He doesn't have the idea of such a high level of communication.

"You just have to say it in your head, and I don't have to say it, I can sense it. The old man's voice sounded again. This time, Mowgli noticed a subtle difference. It was true that the voice only appeared in his head, not as echoed as he spoke.

Mowgli settled down and told the old man the secret he had learned from the silver medal. The old man's eyes sparkled, and there was a little more surprise in his eyes, and he handed the silver medal to the young man. The two looked at each other, and then the young man smiled, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Wuji intentionally or unintentionally. Mowgli didn't know what kind of dumb riddle they were going to play, but he obviously felt that the atmosphere was not as heavy as it had just been.

"Ding!" there were a few more sounds outside.

Mowgli looked out, and through the water curtain, he saw a blurred figure. He thought of the heron, and then thought of Zhao Hu and them, and hurriedly told the old man in a silent way: There are chasing soldiers behind, including Zhao Hu and his good friend Du Yu, a canine boy.

The old man's brow furrowed, as if he had finally figured out some problem. He asked with his mind, "Can you still stand up?" We need your help, the man outside is a master. ”

Wuji tried, and although it hurt a lot, he could barely stand up.

The old man pointed to the entrance of the cave and motioned for him to step out. Although Mowgli didn't quite understand, he still stood up. Obviously, these two people hid here first, he came later, and without their help, he would have fallen to his death. When he went out at this time, even if he was killed by that heron, he had nothing to regret. Step by step, he moved out. Although it was only a few steps, he tried his best to control it, but it still made him sweat profusely, and he couldn't help but snort.

The waterfall made a "bang", and a sword light pierced the water curtain, and instantly arrived in front of him, pointing directly at his throat.

Wuji's eyes widened, but he couldn't move, watching the tip of the sword stab.

A hand slapped him on the shoulder, and a gentle force pushed him aside, then stretched out against the sword. With a "bang", Gai Qing, who had just broken into the cave, flew out upside down, broke through the water curtain again, and disappeared outside the cave.

This qiē was as fast as lightning, and Wuji didn't even see what was going on, and the winner was clear. He only felt that the flower in front of him was gone, and the boy was gone. Outside the cave, there were two "bangs", followed by a loud roar, and then quickly disappeared. Wuji's mouth opened wide, and just wanted to ask, but with a "bang", the young man rushed in again, lifting Wuji with one hand and the old man with the other, turned around and swept out of the cave, and ran down the hillside. He was as agile as a leopard, leaping lightly among the rocks, and he was many times more beautiful than Mowgli's rolling and crawling.

On the hillside, Zhao Hu, Du Yu and others showed their figures.

In the valley, a heron hovers in the air and makes a terrible chirp.

In the sky, a brilliant firework bloomed, turning into a huge black eagle, which did not disperse for a long time.

Wuji looked at Yiqiē in front of him and was stunned. He wanted to say something, but he was dizzy and swollen by the boy's jump, his breath was uneven, and he couldn't say a word.

He saw a dark green rush to his face, followed by a darkness overhead, and darkness again in front of him.

They rushed into the woods.