How could Xie Shi be here?

And then—

Qingjiujiu was awakened by thirst in the darkness, the kind of thirst that had a dry and itchy throat.

She moved, and the chaos seemed to stop for a moment.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness, and they could not see their fingers—as if it were night, and like dark clouds covering the sun, and they could not distinguish between day and night.

Qingjiujiu just moved, and his hand was grabbed.

Only then did she realize that she had an unusually warm body temperature under her.

"Season Banquet?"

Qingjiujiu's hand was sticky to the touch, and his fingertips were sticky, like blood.

"Uh," Ji Shiyan gasped heavily, but his chest felt like a bellows, and he felt like he was leaking air everywhere.

According to Qingjiu's experience, with this kind of bleeding, Ji Shiyan doesn't know how many holes he has been stabbed.

"I'm sorry." Ji Shiyan wanted to take her into his arms, but he really didn't have the strength, "You run, those people were thrown away for the time being." ”

Obviously, he was trembling when he spoke, and he was obviously letting Qingjiu go, but the scorching temperature of his palm was not half relaxed.

Qingjiujiu touched the place where she was hit by the arrow, her red clothes didn't know when it was changed, and the wound had also been treated urgently.

Before she could figure out what was happening, she was stuffed with another sachet that emitted a medicinal scent.

"You won't become a target, follow the path, to the east is the road back to Chaoge, the ambush along the way is exhausted, as long as you go out, you will be free."

Qingjiujiu couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew how hard Ji Shiyan used to say this: "What about you?" ”

"I hurt you again," Ji Shiyan let out a mouthful of bloody turbidity, he wanted to see Qingqing's wine too much, but the night was too dark and the fog was too thick: "Remember to hate me." ”

Know you don't love me, so remember to hate me.

If Ji Shiyan does not exist in Qing Jiujiu's life, it is a great sorrow.

He ran all the way with Qing Jiujiu, and his horse was damaged, and he didn't know how many arrow wounds he received.

All he thought about was, run faster, run out, and the wine would be safe.

"You did it on purpose," Qingjiujiu opened the medicine bag and took out the medicine, although she couldn't see it, she fumbled to pour it on Ji Shiyan's wound.

That arrow was so ruthless, it broke through the air.

Everyone thought that Ji Shiyan was going to kill her, and even Qingjiujiu himself believed it.

Therefore, in exchange for the chaos on Meng Jiu'an's side, there is a gap to rush to the wall to save Qingjiujiu.

But if that arrow was really that ruthless, it should be killed with one blow, and it wouldn't be left with a wine and a time to wake up.

"Don't be willful." Ji Shiyan blocked her hand: "The medicine has only been prepared so much, your injury still needs to be changed, don't, don't waste it on me." ”

"That arrow has moved hands and feet," Qingjiujiu didn't listen to him, she put aside Ji Shiyan's hand, and said to herself: "It's coated with wax and weakens the arrow, so it looks dangerous, but it won't kill me, you are scheming, why don't you count yourself in?!" ”

There are too many, and there are too many wounds on Ji Shiyan's body.

She finished one and the other, and her nose was full of blood.

Although Qingjiujiu is a doctor, she has always disliked the smell of blood, and when she smells too much, she will taste a bitter taste from the fishy smell.

Qing Jiujiu's hand shook strangely.

If Ji Shiyan decisively killed her, maybe she wouldn't be so uncomfortable now, maybe she would have to praise Ji Shiyan for her courage when she died.

Those who have become generals since ancient times should not be tied up.

Children and daughters are all farts, and how many successful people are behind them is a pool of blood.

Since you know that the little emperor is having an affair with Meng Jiu'an, then go to fight, what else can't you win if you hold on to the handle, why do you want to make such a play?

Is it fun?

After treating one wound, Qingjiujiu opened the other.

Why does Ji Shiyan always decide everything to give her without permission?

Maybe because there is a wound, my left hand is a little shaky.

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation at this time, she would have wanted to give Ji Shiyan an arrow.

Poke in the bloody wound, and it would be better to hold the arrow and stir his wound to pieces.

"Don't, don't waste your time." Ji Shiyan held Qingjiujiu's wrist.

It seemed to feel her trembling, so he held it so tightly that it hurt all over his body, even if he exerted his strength.

Listen carefully, the sound of footsteps has already sounded in the dark night, and many people are wearing combat boots, so the sound is particularly deaf.

"You.... I don't kill you because you are the mother of my two children, and it has nothing to do with anything else, so you don't have to feel guilty, hurry up, hurry up. ”

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Ji Shiyan didn't know where the strength came from, so he sat up and pushed the wine out.

It's as if he thought he would believe what he said.

He said it wasn't for anything else, but he fled all the way here, and Qing Jiujiu didn't suffer any damage except for the arrow wound he shot with his own hands.

The damage of those pursuers was all blocked by Ji Shiyan.

Qingjiujiu was pushed away and moved back, the wound in her chest was also painful, and the whole person was extremely irritable by Ji Shiyan's attitude: "I'm not for you, I vaguely heard Xie Shi's voice when I was unconscious, you have to tell me, what's going on!" ”

Saying that, she actually carried Ji Shiyan up with all her might—dragging half of his body and half on her shoulders, supporting him to move forward.

There are chasing soldiers behind, whether it is Meng Jiu'an's people or the little emperor's people who are chasing them, Ji Shiyan falls into their hands, and there is only one way to die.

One is a person who wants to break through the country, and the other is a person who is in harmony with the enemy country.

No matter which one it is, Qing Jiujiu feels that he is not as reliable as Ji Shiyan at the moment, he has occupied the northwest for many years, and he can't do anything to betray the people.

After taking two steps, the voice of the pursuers behind him got closer and closer.

But it was too dark for them to see clearly.

Qing Jiujiu stretched out his hand to tear open Ji Shiyan's clothes, tore the coat on his body into several rags, and threw one piece from east, west, north and south.

A thick smell of blood fills the air for a long time, briefly confusing the sense of smell of the person who is tracking it.

- It was too dark, and they could only confirm their location by horses or search dogs they had brought.

In this way, it can at least delay a little time.

Ji Shiyan's horses had run dead, and they could only stagger on foot now.

So, so I can only find a place where I can hide, and I need to wait until someone comes to save me.

Ji Shiyan may really have no strength to break free, and he is unwilling to put his weight on Qingjiujiu, which is particularly painful.

It wasn't Qingjiujiu who saw his expression, but heard it in his voice.

"You are obedient .... No, or else you'll be dragged to death by me. ”

Sooner or later, those people will catch up.