Because of excessive blood loss, Shichima was a little confused, and when he heard the words of folding his sleeves, he reacted after a while, and instantly sobered up a lot, his face became even paler, and he turned his head to look at the side face of the folding sleeves with difficulty, looking at his still expressionless face, the eyes that had obviously lost their lustre, and his body suddenly stiffened.

"You...... Can't see it?" said Shichima's voice trembling as he stepped off of him.

The folded sleeves didn't mean to let him down, and his two hands grabbed the crook of his leg like an iron bar, so that he couldn't leave.

Feeling the temperature and strength coming from his legs, Nanama was shy and anxious, and tried his best to leave. No matter how much he struggled, he didn't react when he folded his sleeves, and just stood like this, like a statue. Shichima's strength became smaller and smaller, and the range of struggle became smaller and smaller, and he finally gave up and fell back on his shoulder weakly.

At this time, looking at the folded sleeves again, the dead face that was expressionless on weekdays, which made him extremely disgusted and just wanted to stay away, suddenly there was a more indescribable taste.

Yes, it's really like a statue, like a wolf standing on a cliff and looking into the distance, or a teenager.

Unconsciously, the bottom of Qima's heart became a lot softer, and the bottom of his eyes softened, looking at the face of the folded sleeves, the pale little face showed a look of admiration, but for some reason, he felt very sad, especially when he looked at the eyes of the folded sleeves, so he cried, crying very sadly.

The expression of the folded sleeves was still indifferent, and it seemed that he was not affected by the inability to see at all, and said: "If crying can solve the problem, I am definitely the best person in the world at crying." ”

In the snowy field, in the battle with the demons, there are countless problems related to life and death that need to be solved.

Shichima felt embarrassed, and raised his arm to wipe the tears on his face with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe them clean because the tears kept flowing.

The voice of the folded sleeves became a little hesitant: "Or...... You ......"

Then he was silent for a while, and then said, "Don't cry, it's all right." ”

Obviously, he is not good at comforting people, let alone coaxing, so his tone seems a little stiff, but it is more sincere because of it.

Shichima snorted, hummed a little aggrieved, and didn't know who this grievance was for, and then whispered, "That...... Let's go. ”

He folded his sleeves and looked at the darkness in front of him, and after calming down, he said, "It's still in the direction of the mountain and forest language." ”

Shichima held his shoulder, raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the straight mountain road in front of the two, and said, "Keep moving forward, turn right after four hundred zhang, I will say." ”

Without hesitation, he folded his sleeves and hugged his legs, and walked forward, without doubting his words.

This made Shichima a little moved and a little puzzled.

The mountain breeze blew his folded sleeve face, and he had simply closed his eyes.

Then, the mountain wind fell on the little face of Shichima.

The wind, as if carrying a certain temperature.

Shichima felt a little warm and a little relieved.

In the mountains and fields of Zhou Yuan, there were constant footsteps and the sound of Qijian's childish and weak guidance, as well as the sound of folding sleeves and still calmly and indifferently responding.

"Slow down, there's a bump ahead. ”

"A small stream, two feet, opposite the sandy land. ”

"Are you alright?"

"Hurry up. ”

"But ......"

"No, but. ”

"Be careful, don't hit the tree. ”

......

......

According to the idea of folding their sleeves, they had to do their best to find those human cultivators in Zhou Yuan, but after running for dozens of miles, they didn't encounter a single one. The vast majority of human cultivators had already gathered in those gardens last night according to Chen Changsheng or the white-clothed girl's arrangement.

Now that I think about it, this should also be something that the legendary military advisor of the demon clan has already calculated.

Zhou Yuan is isolated from the outside world, and human cultivators will inevitably fight among themselves in order to compete for things like magic weapons or inheritance. Even if someone succeeded in stopping the chaos, then the human cultivators who entered the park would definitely be concentrated in a few areas, and the targets of these demon clans, such as the Folding Sleeves and the Leaving Mountain Sword Sect disciples, would be more likely to do their own thing.

Folding sleeves and Shichima stopped at a certain mountain cliff, dozens of miles away from the nearest gathering place for human cultivators.

On the hillside behind them, two extremely long figures could already be seen reflected by the setting sun.

The demon couple had already caught up, still carrying the burden and the big iron pot, which seemed to be like moving, but in fact the speed was a little terrifying.

Shichima coughed twice in pain, his little face became even paler, and reported, "Southwest, Gui Zhen star position, about ...... Six miles, no, five miles. ”

For them, the shadow of the demon couple on the distant hillside was like the shadow of death, and they had to find a way to get rid of it.

"They stopped. Shichima was a little surprised.

"They're seeing which way we're going," he said. ”

Although he couldn't see any scenery now, he had walked with Chen Changsheng many times in these mountains and wilderness on the periphery of Zhou Garden two days ago, and he had kept the geographical environment in mind. If they still followed the original plan and went to the mountains and forests to meet the human cultivators, the demon generals and the couple would only need to insert them diagonally and pass through a mountain forest.

Folded his sleeves and was silent for a moment, calculated the distance and location relationship between the two sides, and knew that there was no way to rush to the side of the mountain and forest.

He vaguely remembered who he seemed to have heard by the lake say that the demons could grasp their location at any time.

Even if the other party can't grasp their position, now it seems that the couple is worthy of being demon generals, obviously two people chasing and killing two people, but they actually used the art of war and the formation - the pursuit and escape have been going on for several moments, and they can't get closer to the mountains and forests at all, but are forced to get farther and farther away.

Folding his sleeves and carrying Qima on his back, he felt the last afterglow that fell on his face, and after a moment of silence, he turned to look southwest.

He couldn't see it, but he wanted to see the pair of demon generals who wanted to kill him.

The hillside in the distance, shrouded in the sunset, was burning.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming stood in the burning meadow, also watching them.

Look at each other from a distance.

"I'm going to start running. ”

Folded sleeves said suddenly, calm and firm.

Can't see the road, but want to run?

Shichima was surprised, grabbed the hand on his shoulder, and subconsciously clenched it a little.

He folded his sleeves and said, "You can report their location at any time and show me the way at the same time, now...... First of all, you tell me how steep this cliff in front of you is. ”

Nanami's voice was very weak, and at this time it was even more trembling, because of nervousness, after looking at it for a while, he said, "It's about four or three minutes...... Can you really?"

"I'm sure I'm going to fall down a lot, just get up and run again. ”

Folded his sleeves were silent for a while, and said, "It will hurt to fall, don't cry." ”

Shichima hummed softly.

Folded his sleeves and was silent for a while, and said, "Hold tight." ”

Shichima hummed softly again, then wrapped his arms around his neck tightly with his hands forward, his head resting on his shoulders.

After making all the preparations, he folded his sleeves and took a deep breath, and the true yuan in his body worked violently, suppressing all the peacock feather toxins that were trying to disperse from the bottom of his eyes to more places, and then squatted down.

As he moved, his knees bent in a way that was beyond human imagination.

The tips of the boots on his feet cracked, and sharp claws poked out of the dark wolf fur and stabbed into the hard cliff with a clattering sound.

At the same time, countless hard and coarse hairs grew on the edges of his cheeks and neck.

His pupils had turned blood-red from demonization, and they had become a strange color when mixed with the green toxin in the depths of his pupils.

It looks like a freshly knotted lemon fruit, sour and powerful, and can stimulate countless spirits.

"Afraid?" he asked.

Shichima didn't answer, his hands tightened and leaned tighter.

The folding sleeves seemed to be a little unexpected, and after a moment of silence, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he should have smiled.

If Chen Changsheng saw this scene, he would definitely be very surprised, because he didn't remember that he had ever seen his folded sleeves and smile.

It's a pity that Shichima buried his face around his neck at this time and didn't see it.

Folding his sleeves and saying no more, he hugged Nanami's legs tightly and rushed down the steep rock wall at the bottom of the cliff.

......

......

Sand and gravel are splashed everywhere, and rock chips are flying.

Folding his sleeves and running wildly through the mountains with Shichima on his back, every time his foot falls, it will pierce deeply into the hard cliff, and the grip effect is excellent.

The peacock feather's toxin damaged his eyes, but it did not affect his other abilities.

After the demonization, the wolf boy has almost perfect balance and speed, the use of strength in running, and the instinctive adaptation to the environment, which is unimaginably powerful.

In just a moment, he carried Shichima on his back and rushed to the bottom of the cliff.

The demon generals and their wives on the hillside a few miles away obviously didn't expect that they would choose this way.