Xia Yan's vest was originally completely devoid of imperial power, this surprise attack made him rush forward a small step, the "body gossip" disappeared instantly, and the aura around his body was chaotic and scattered, but the "tide" was still condensed in the palm of his hand with one breath, but it was no longer the sharpness of the previous peak. Despite this, the intersection of palms still made Shan Jiquan staggered back two steps, but Shan Jiquan would not let go of this good opportunity - he pressed his chest and the blood churned, and the golden wire saw jumped out again at this moment. The sharp sawtooth gnawed in front of Xia Yan's body, and this time it was effortless, pulling a bloody hole from right to left between his chest and abdomen.

Xia Yan bowed his head in disbelief - he was unwilling to accept that this victory that should have belonged to him in the end had left him like this. He looked not at the wound in his chest and abdomen, but at his right shoulder—he saw the tip of the arrow piercing straight in front of him—and the protective power was scattered by the arrow, so that the blow that Shan Jiquan met with was almost disemboweled—the clear line of blood had spread and penetrated the entire placket of his clothes in an instant, and the speed of the bleeding made his eyes black, and he did not know where he was for a moment.

It doesn't end there. At this moment, another pain shot into the back of the heart - still close to the right shoulder, the second arrow, as if not as powerful as the first arrow, or this time it hit the shoulder blade, the tip of the arrow did not penetrate the body, but Xia Yan still did not stand firm, and his body was pushed forward by the force of the arrow. He threw himself involuntarily at Shan Jiquan, who for some reason—cautious or otherwise—suddenly turned sideways and let go of him.

He rushed forward several steps before he finally stopped, and half turned around, not knowing whether he wanted to look at Shan Jiquan or something else.

He heard Shan Heng cheering: "Uncle Xu!" There was real joy in that shout. Don't think about it, such a wind and snow can still send two arrows into his body so accurately - in the Green Dragon Valley, there is only that one person. He felt collapsed. The mind is already a little unclear, but I only know that in the vast sight, there are so many people, and none of them wants to live.

Shan Jiquan had a palm "tide", and his face was somewhat pale, although the last golden wire saw the victory, it was inevitable to breathe in place for a while. Xu Shan's third arrow did not come. Probably thinking that two arrows were enough, he took his bow and approached the crowd step by step.

Of course, Xiang Liuyu and the others had already come up, Shan Heng covered his stomach that was still a little painful, came up and hugged Shan Jiquan, and asked him, "Dad, are you okay?" and then raised his eyes, he seemed to have just discovered Xia Yan's appearance-his hand was also pressed on his abdomen, and Yin red gushed out from every finger - how could one hand hold down the entire wound, a large amount of blood stained his light-colored new clothes that he had carefully selected for today, and even the blood color was no longer bright because it was too heavy, making his whole body turn dark red- Like the color of the snow in his eyes.

If he "chased blood" here, he would definitely find that when the snow fell heavily, the reddish reflection when it "chased the snow" turned out to be soaked in blood.

Shan Heng seemed to be frightened by his appearance for a while. "Daddy......" he snorted and tugged at Shan Jiquan. Even though many times he felt that Xia Yan was the culprit of many things, he-never thought that he would end up like this.

"Shan Jiquan, you are not my opponent at all. Xia Yan suddenly laughed, "You're afraid of me, you're afraid of me, so you have to kill me - your entire Qinglong Valley is afraid of me-"

He raised his arm, as if he had lost his mind, and the tail of the two arrows behind his shoulders was like the withered wings of a falling bird, "You want to kill me, come, who wants my life, come now!"

Drops of blood dripped in the snow, and the heart-rending pain kept him awake, making him—although he felt colder and colder, he didn't want to just fall down like this. He swept over everyone little by little with his dark red eyes, and everyone was watching him, but no one moved, no one dared to move, only—two wooden arrows in the distance came in the wind, and fell at his feet, and then two more whizzed in, still not accurate.

Xu Shan paused for a moment, raised his hand, and signaled that the bow and arrow team did not need to release any more arrows. Eventually, nothing came over again, only the growing wind and snow, whistling through the valley, so—irresistible.

Xia Yan was glad but regretted that his thorn was not here. He believed that she didn't know everything today, or—she knew but couldn't tell him. He just couldn't imagine what kind of people she had lived with for so long, and in the future, she would continue to be with them—without him anymore.

Without warning, he turned and scurried deeper into the trail. He's here for her. Even though he now knew that all this was just wishful thinking on his part, he still wanted to tell her how he had brought all his heart and wanted to come here, get the blessing of her parents, and marry her.

- Even if it is no longer possible.

"Shan Xianxian," Xiang Liuyu took two steps forward, and when he saw that Shan Jiquan didn't look like he wanted to chase, he couldn't help but stop and ask, "...... we?"

Shan Jiquan glanced at him and smiled: "Next, I'll leave it to Rufei." There was a pause. "If he can hold on until he sees Rufei. ”

General Xu Shan approached, shook his longbow, and saluted Shan Jiquan.

"Your crosshair is off today?" Shan Jiquan smiled at him.

"The snow was so big that I couldn't see it clearly. Xu Shan bowed his head and explained. His expression was also a little unreadable.

"It doesn't matter. Shan exhaled, "He's like this now—it's enough to solve it." ”

Xu Shan didn't speak again, Xiang Liuyu hesitated, but still spoke, "Thorn there ......"

"Thorns won't know about it. Shan Jiquan said categorically, "Don't you need me to teach it a second time?"

Xiang Liuyu responded, but Shan Heng on the side bit his lip: "Dad, don't you really tell my sister?"

"Yiheng," Shan Jiquan was slightly shorter, looking at him at eye level, "Are you the man of our Shan family?"

"Of course I am. But ......"

"A true man knows how to keep secrets. Shan Jiquan smiled, "Those who can't hide secrets are children, and only - can really take a thing to heart, no matter how difficult it is, is it a man—do you understand?"

Shan Heng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Understood." ”

Shan Jiquan stroked his head. "I knew that my Yiheng had grown up, was an adult, and knew how to protect my sister and brother. ”

Shan Heng nodded again.

Following the bloodstains left by Xia Yan, it was easy to see where he went. Nothing was expected by Shan Jiquan - he was looking for thorns. The last time Xia Yan slipped in pretending to be sharp and sneaking in with the thorns, he had been to their house, even if there was no one to guide him, Shan Jiquan believed that he would not find it.

The bloodstains continued to the end of the trail - Xia Yan ran so quickly and anxiously - he didn't pay attention to the two strings of footprints that came out of the house and crossed the path in the snow under his feet. The wind and snow raged, and gradually, even his blood and her footprints were slowly buried by the new snow, as if all the traces they had met and missed would cease to exist after this blizzard.

Almost in the deepest part of the Qinglong Valley, the mansion of the single left pioneer was as empty as last time, and there were not many voices. But Xia Yan slammed open the door covered in blood, which still made the nearest servant drop the teapot in his hand.

"What about the stings?" he asked, in a hoarse voice, desperately whenever he met. No one answered him. The servants and servants scattered in panic and took refuge.

He didn't notice—or, didn't care—the anomaly. "Thorn ......" he crashed into the patio and into the hall. He held on to the handrail and walked up step by step. He pushed open the doors of every room, and his blood seeped into every touch of wood grain.

There was no one in the room. Of course, Shan Jiquan and Shan Heng are not here, Gu Xiaomeng is not here, and Thorn and Shan Fei are not here. Matchmakers, limousines, none of them have ever come.

He stopped in a room he knew best, and it smelled of grass and leaves, and all the furnishings were exactly the same as the one in which she was drunk. He looked around the empty room, and he stroked her dressing table—everything was so clean and neat, but he could feel her fresh breath, and he was sure she lived here—at least she must have stayed here last night, she must have been here this morning, she was just—had just gone out.

"Thorn ......," he called her. "Thorn!" he hissed to her. The snow that had accumulated a little on the eaves was suddenly shaken down by the shout, but there was no echo around this empty place.

He burst out laughing. Then he burst out laughing. He sat down in front of her coffee table uncontrollably, laughing like a sob. How did he not know, how could he not know—how could Shan Jiquan let him see her. He pulled out the two golden wrists from his bosom, and the golden wire saw left a tooth-like gnaw on one of them. Fortunately, it hasn't broken yet. Even though he knew that he couldn't wipe the blood on his clothes, he still wiped them, and then put them on the coffee table.

He could only do this—only that—tell her that he had been here, even though he knew that there were a thousand ways for her to be invisible.

At this moment, he saw a row of bamboo shelves on the opposite side of the coffee table. There was such a row of bamboo shelves in the drunken pavilion, and he looked at it, and there were a few medicine bottles on the shelves, which looked very familiar. He was a little clearer, and he realized that he knew which of the medicine bottles he was carrying with him would contain the medicine to stop bleeding. He didn't plan to just wait for death, got up and reached out, touched a bottle from memory, opened it and smelled it, the smell was not unfamiliar - the last time he was injured in the back by the Shan Jiquan Sword, the stabbing had been with him with this kind of medicinal powder.