"Why do you say that?" Zhi Hunt really didn't show his face, his eyes swept around the mire. It was a dark green and gloomy wetland, uneven, overgrown with reeds and moss, and the mud emitted a strange smell, silently and slowly wriggling, making it difficult to distinguish the depths. Tributaries of the Dark River rush past the edges, stirring up a large amount of turbid foam in the low-lying areas of the mudflats.

"Because I can see it. The pony replied.

"You're wrong. Zhijia Zhen glanced sideways at the pony bandits.

"Perhaps. The pony bandit met Zhi Hunting's gaze and laughed in a low voice, "In the grasslands of my hometown, there are all kinds of wolves. Coyote, flame wolf, ice wolf, winged wolf, horned wolf...... They come in groups and hunt cooperatively. However, there is one kind of wolf that is different, it is forever lonely and wanders, it does not need companions, it does not need to huddle for warmth. Its pupils are the color of the desert, and it has no life, no desire, and nothing seems to interest it. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen said indifferently: "Little brother, I am a human, not a wolf. ”

"But the first time I saw you, it was like seeing a wolf. Big brother, no matter who you are looking at or what you are watching, you don't care. The pony bandit looked at the mud floating in the distance, "For you, there's probably nothing you can't give up, right?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen silently sighed and said, "Little brother, why did you say this? At present, only the three of us can have a way to live." ”

"Three people, three hearts, how can they be the same?" the corners of the pony bandit's mouth curled sneeringly.

"At least the heart that wants to survive is the same. "If I'm not mistaken, we all have things to do, and we haven't finished them." ”

The pony bandit shook his head: "You said it yourself, you want to do it, you don't want to do it." You don't even think about your own business, how can you think about the life and death of your companions?"

"Little brother, Cui Zhilian will come over at any time. At the moment of life and death, why say such nonsensical words?"

"It is precisely because of the life and death situation that it is necessary to say it clearly. ”

Fat Tiger scratched his scalp in confusion, looked at Zhi Hunt Zhen, and then at the pony bandit, completely unable to understand what the two meant.

"Then what do you want?" Zhi Hunt Zhen smiled calmly, his five fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and the three-killing machine sword was about to come out. The pony bandits were circling around, just trying to use the threat of Cui Zhilian to recover the bronze hard object. This means that the other party will abandon themselves at any time and run for their lives alone.

"Swear!" the pony bandit took a step back alertly, his hand on the slingshot, his eyes burning, "Promise to swear, be honest." Only by swearing to the heavens can you get your companion to give you your back. ”

"Swear?"

The pony bandit nodded: "The oath made has its own immortal witness. At this moment, his expression was solemn, his bearing was like that, and his thin body was like a towering mountain.

"Immortality. Zhi Kari said in a low voice. For the Yan people, the Immortal Heaven is the supreme god and cannot be deceived. But the human heart is unfathomable, and it has never been higher than the gods.

"If this can reassure the little brother, of course I will not refuse. Zhi Zhen groaned slightly, and happily agreed. Although the world fears the oath, but the interests are the first, and in the face of life and death, he will not take a few verbal oaths to heart. If the pony bandit believes this, he is stupid.

The two looked at each other, and the pony bandit raised his right fist and slammed it into his chest: "Today, my brother Shu is here, swear with the glory of his ancestors, do his best to fight Cui Zhilian, never betray his companions, and steal his life!"

He half-knelt on the ground, staring into Zhi Zhenzhen's eyes, word by word, "Immortal Heavenly Witness." ”

"It turns out that the little brother's big name is Ge Shuye. Zhijia really moved, and when Ge Shuye swore an oath, he actually had a trace of induction when he knew the eight-winged golden cicada in the sea. Could it be that there really are any immortal gods in this world?

"Today, I am here, I swear by the glory of my ancestors, do my best to fight and kill Cui Zhilian, never betray my companions, and steal my life!" "Immortal Heavenly Witness!" he half-knelt on the ground like Ge Shuye, beating his chest hard, banging, "There is also a chicken leg witness!"

Zhi Hunt Zhen became more and more heartbroken, and after the fat tiger swore an oath, the eight-winged golden cicada once again gave birth to a vague sense. While thinking about it, he said: "I heard that when the Great Yan Monarch Murong Guan ascended the throne, he wantonly purged his ministers, and many disciples of the family were forced to flee. Little brother, your surname is Geshu, could it be that the ...... of the power of the Yan government and the opposition back then"

"It's your turn. Geshu Ye interrupted Zhi Kaji's words and looked at him fixedly, his pupils like a reflection of the deep and vast sky.

Zhijia really glanced at the fat tiger, who stared at him excitedly, full of anticipation, perhaps finding it quite interesting.

The sound of the dark river was surging, resounding in the sky, and the four eyes were focused on Zhi Hunting's face, which made it difficult for him to avoid for a while. If he insists on not allowing it, the three of them will inevitably turn their faces and fight among themselves. "Today I ......" Zhi Hunt Zhen slowly recited the oath, "Immortal Heavenly Witness." His heart suddenly palpitated, and the eight-winged golden cicada in the sea of knowledge let out a long roar, as if there was a trace of real and illusory connection with the existence in the underworld.

"Now the little brother can rest assured, right?" Zhi Jia Zhen glanced at Ge Shuye deeply, he would never believe that just one person swearing by immortality would cause such a vision, which must be related to the pony bandits.

Ge Shuye smiled indifferently, since he reported his real name, his aura is very different, and he has his own arrogance between Gu Pan. "Okay, with the help of the eldest brother and the fat tiger brothers, Cui Zhilian will definitely die in this swamp!" he rushed out, buried his head in a reed, groped for a while, and turned out a set of dark skin water from it.

"Half a month ago, I booby-trapped a juvenile squalid lizard here, skinned it and made this water support. Ge Shuye quickly put on the water backing, and his head and feet firmly wrapped his whole body, revealing only the tiny slits of his eyes. He jumped swiftly off the mire, dived into the depths of the mud and swam until he reached the top, and after half a cup of tea, he emerged from the mire again.

"The little brother is really thoughtful, no wonder he was able to escape from Dayan's net. "Zhi Hunt Zhen's gaze swept over the lizard's skin and water that rolled down from the water droplets, and the yin-scaled swamp lizard was extremely difficult to find even in the wilderness full of fierce beasts, and its skin was difficult to invade, extremely rare. But what is even more rare is that Ge Shuye has done a lot of retreats as early as when he was mixed with the horse bandits, and his scheming is deep and meticulous, and he is never under him.

"Little brother Geshu, how far do you and the little fat sheep have water?" asked the fat tiger with a roar.

Ge Shuye smiled: "I'm sorry, Brother Fat Tiger, there is only one pair of water." But the three of us have our own things to do......" His voice grew lower and lower, gradually drowned out by the sound of the river waves......

Standing at the foot of the steep rock slope, Cui Zhilian stared down at a few gravels on the ground, then raised his head, and his eyes swept over several faint sword marks and cracks on the rock wall.

A picture appeared in his mind: three people climbed a rock slope, and on the way, they were attacked, and the young man with the sword made a move...... Cui Zhihuan slowly closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and his figure suddenly swept up and threw himself onto the rock wall.

His complexion was as usual, his steps were like flying, his severed left arm seemed to be reborn, and it was almost impossible to see that the qi and blood in his body were empty, and his clear qi was decaying, and he was almost on the verge of limit.

His path is finished.