Outside the eastern area of the Mystic Sect, the foothills are rugged and treacherous, and the jungle is full of deep ravines, and even the disciples of the Mystic Sect rarely enter it. This makes this 100-mile mountain area an excellent hiding place. In a narrow crevice of a rocky rock full of strange rocks and thorns, there was a thatched face peeking outward. He was extremely cautious, even if he was sure that there were no enemies outside, but he still dared to poke his head out under the cover of grass branches.

After some investigation, he was sure that it was safe, so he pushed aside a blade of vine and grass, dragged an injured leg and foot, and hobbled to the opposite stream. He untied a skin bag from his body, filled it with water, and drank a few more sips before he was satisfied with tying it around his waist. Then he threw the lame leg into the water, and with a dagger he cut off the bound vine branches, and then cut through the rotting flesh with a knife, and streams of pus-mixed blood flowed out. At this time, the bearded man still didn't say a word, but from the tendons on his forehead and his pale face, it can be seen what kind of pain he is enduring it.

When the rotting flesh was cut off by him with the blade of a knife, the wound that originally flowed out of the dirty blood finally appeared red blood. He breathed a sigh of relief, untied a medicine bottle from his waist, sprinkled some powder on his leg, and tied up his wound with a new vine mixed with blades of grass.

After doing all this, even if he was an iron-clad man, he was so exhausted that he didn't have the strength to return to the cave again, and lay on his back by the stream to recover his physical strength.

Just as he was lying on the sand, the fiery red unicorn mark on his belly was displayed outside.... That's right, he is Xuanyuan Bo who broke into the main hall of the Mystic Sect day and night. Before they left the valley that day, they were ambushed, and after a bloody battle, Xuanyuan Bo survived with the protection of several old brothers, but none of his dozens of old brothers survived that battle.

Xuanyuan Bo is a very emotional person, in front of him one by one old brothers were slaughtered by the Yin soldiers, originally he also held the belief of death, but he could not disobey dozens of old brothers in exchange for life, the reason why the old brothers were so fearless to protect him was not for his life and death, but for him to shoulder the responsibility of saving the young master. They are all guards loyal to the former emperor, and each of them is willing to give their lives for the former emperor and the young master.

This heavy responsibility made Xuanyuan Bo unable to die. In the end, he chose to flee and hide in this primeval jungle that saw no light of day. With the help of the mountainous terrain to hide his whereabouts, he actually escaped the disciples of the mysterious sect to search the mountain several times. However, he was also seriously wounded in that battle, and his flesh began to suppurate due to the failure to treat the wound in time, and he finally had to cut off the carrion by scraping the bones and healing the wounds.

Young Master..... It's all Xuanyuan's fault... It's me who is gullible and others .... It finally led to the tragic death of dozens of old brothers!

Xuanyuan Bo didn't shed a single tear just now to scrape his bones and heal his wounds, but he couldn't help but burst into tears at this time. He looked back at the direction of the battle with dozens of old brothers, flipped his body hard, and slammed his head deep into the mud and sand.

If it weren't for the black servant who took the initiative to appear, Xuanyuan Bo would still be in the dark, and he would even personally take the young master to die. At the thought of such a possibility, Xuanyuan Bo slammed his head to the ground again, so that his forehead was smashed into a bloody blur.

Xuanyuan Bo raised his head, a trace of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks, and that sad atmosphere made the heavens and the earth also acry. His hands were tense, his fingers were deep in the flesh, and his red eyes burst into rage.

He didn't roar, he just buried that resentment deep in his heart, he wanted revenge, for dozens of old brothers who died tragically, for the former emperor who had been loyal.

When he left the sand by the stream, in his kneeling position, three words were clearly written with blood marks, and he was the king of Nanjun.

Traceless!

What's wrong with you without a trace!

Xiao Qi stared at Xuanyuan without a trace with a shocked expression, at this time, his shriveled face actually showed an expression for the first time, although it was no longer a human expression, but it still made Xiao Qi feel the pain in his heart. Even when Traceless was suffering from the Danhuo, Xiao Qi had never seen him suffer like this.

In Xuanyuan's traceless hollow eye sockets, the golden glare is like a light in the angry waves of the waves, and it seems that it will be completely extinguished at any time. Seeing that Xiao Qi's heart was extremely nervous and entangled, he really didn't know why Wuxian would have such a big mood swing after seeing the three-colored butterfly again. If everything he had suffered before was only physical suffering, then what Traceless suffered at this time was mental torture, and if he couldn't get through it, it was a real conscious death.

Xiao Qi couldn't bear to see him in so much pain, but he didn't want to lose this good brother, as soon as he grabbed the dry wrist of Traceless, he shouted in an almost hoarse tone: "Traceless, you have to hold on, you and me, we are good brothers in life and death."

Xiao Qi's words seemed to touch the traceless, and the flickering golden eyes were a little condensed, but soon they were in a trance again.

Xiao Qi knew that he couldn't recall the traceless with his own words alone. So he continued to persuade: "You can't give up... Have you forgotten Xuanyuan Bo and the countless former imperial guards who are loyal to you?

How do you know that Xiao Qi's words have no impact on Wuxian at all, and it seems that he doesn't care about the great cause of restoring the country.

Traceless's attitude made Xiao Qi's heart even more desperate, he knew that if Traceless chose to give up, no one would be able to redeem him.

Xiao Qi was anxious and his eyes scanned around, and finally focused on the three-colored butterfly. He reached out and pulled it out of the palm of his dry hand.

Sure enough, his behavior immediately caused Traceless' cheeks to tremble, and his whole body also rushed towards Xiao Qi, and his jaw kept opening and closing, making a series of snoring sounds.

"No trace! I don't know why you're like this, but if you want this towel, you must insist on surviving" Xiao Qi really had no choice but to make this decision.

Hearing the words without a trace, he really stopped, and the roaring hole was still wheezing and wheezing, but the golden eyes were obviously condensed at this time.

Seeing that the strategy worked, Xiao Qi took advantage of the situation and added: "Maybe things are not as bad as you think, maybe you misunderstood something?" Xiao Qi was just ambiguous words of consolation this time, but he didn't expect it to have a miraculous effect on Traceless.

I saw that after hearing this, Wuxian lost interest in the handkerchief in Xiao Qi's handkerchief, he turned around slowly, his shriveled face was slightly raised, and after a long time, he seemed to understand something. His eye sockets flashed with golden light, and he fell asleep again, but this time Xiao Qi was not worried about leaving no trace.

Months of getting along day and night have already made Xiao Qi and Traceless feel at ease, and he knows that Traceless will be fine this time. He's just continuing to regain spirituality.

Xiao Qi walked over with peace of mind, reached out and grabbed his palm, stuffed the three-color butterfly scarf back into his hand, and said with a slight smile: "No trace, as long as we wait a few more hours, we will wait for them to change the guard, this time we will definitely be able to escape."

At this time, Xiao Qi seemed to be full of confidence, just waiting for the noon sun to sink westward early.