Next to the vial was a pair of her golden needles. He picked it up. He remembered her frowning and said to him, "No, I'm going to stitch up your wound." "That's a worry and a decision.

He unfurled his shirt. The wound was so wide, so deep, and the blood was gushing out, like the last bit of life had to leave the body, and it could not be stopped. This time, probably will it really be "not successful"?

Hands and hearts are getting colder and colder. His sanity knew that only by stitching up the wound as quickly as possible could the bleeding be stopped, otherwise the best medicine would not help. He searched everywhere for her silk thread, remembered her appearance, and selected a gold needle to thread it thinly. He then half-lay down, avoiding the tail of the arrow in his right shoulder, holding his breath and the pain and all distractions.

However, he found that he still did not know what to do, and the hand holding the needle trembled slightly.

He thought he could be afraid of nothing – he thought he could do anything. It was just a stitch, but—he dug his nails deep into his palms over and over again, and finally forced himself to feel the place where the blood was most urgent, and the wound was deepest, and this was where his determination began.

The golden needle pierced the flesh, and he felt that there was no pain in the world that could compare with it. He clenched his teeth, but his vision was still blurred, more blurry than flesh.

He missed the subtle pain of her stitches like a small worm's bite, the warmth and comfort of her hands touching his skin, the softness of her whispering in his ear, and the fact that she was only quietly with him—whether he had just experienced joy or betrayal.

He felt that as long as she was here, there was no pain that could not be healed.

But she wasn't there.

"Thorn ......," he cried out in unprecedented helplessness and fear, "I won't ...... I really wouldn't ......."

But he didn't have the luxury of stopping to weep. He had heard some noise outside the window that did not belong to this place, and the sound urged him to try to quicken the needle and thread in his hand in this blur, and then tear it off at a moment when he had to make a decision. He gasped, propped himself up, felt the medicine bottle on the coffee table, and poured the cyan powder up on the wound.

It was so painful and long—in fact, it only took five stitches, far from the entire wound. But it was too late. He heard the cold soldiers outside, murderous, forty or fifty people had been scattered around the patio below, and someone silently instructed everyone to adjust their positions, carefully trying to surround the small building where he was, and the slight sassy of stepping on the snow betrayed their location.

He forced himself to tie his shirt calmly, and reached out to break the tails of the two arrows. One arrow was easy to pull out, the other was not so easy, still stuck in the flesh and blood of the back shoulder, he could only sprinkle some wound medicine, and left it alone for the time being, just resting on the coffee table for a while.

He looked around her room again. She didn't leave a blade behind. She certainly wouldn't have imagined that he would have to fight with his back here. But—it doesn't matter. What she left behind was enough.

As he was about to stand up on the coffee table, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper thrown in the basket next to him. Even if he rubbed it halfway, he saw his name on it at a glance, and he didn't care about picking it out and taking a closer look.

"Brother Jun Li, I don't know if you can see the letter with you this time, there is no news from you in the winter moon, is it inconvenient to write letters in the forbidden city?"

There was only this line, as if she wanted to write a letter to him, but probably did not think it was a good way to write it, or—she had changed her mind and decided not to correspond with him, and she finally crumpled it and discarded it in a paper basket.

He smiled. He knew that she really didn't know anything about today. She hadn't even received a single letter from him Dongyue, including the letter that Ling Li had sent to Shan Jiquan and his wife, and she didn't even know that he was coming to propose marriage today.

But he was a little sad, so sad that he couldn't help but look back at the pair of Jin Chuan left on her table. He had wanted her to know of his coming, but—he knew that if he was her father, he would have hoped that she would not know anything.

He reached out and picked up the golden chun. It's okay not to know. Anyway, he has sewn all his reliance and thoughts on her into his flesh and blood, and he can't forget those tenderness and salvation, whether it is life or death.

Someone was talking at the bottom of the stairs, and he crept to the door—that low voice, which he recognized, was Zheng Dan, one of the Gu family's tricks.

It turned out to be Gu Rufei. He said in his heart. It turns out that he also has a part in today's events.

He couldn't tell if he was disappointed or sad. After suffering a loss last time, Gu Zhai didn't feel half grateful that he had let them go—it turned out that not only did he not have it, but he also remembered this hatred more and more. Shan Jiquan really had no last resort - he knew that such a self, Gu Rufei was enough. And speaking of which, it was Gu Rufei who finally took his life, not him, if one day in the future - whether it was sharp or stabbed, if there was still someone who wanted to ask for this account for himself, he would have already paved a way out.

Even Gu Xiaomeng may have a part, although the thorn didn't know, but Gu Xiaomeng knew, because the warm letter inviting her to come to Qinglong Valley today was written by her own hand. But—how could he blame her? Is it that he has long since denied her as a sister, and why should he think that between Shan Jiquan and him, she will choose herself? She may not be able to face herself, so she avoids it today.

"Looking at this bloodstain, he is afraid that he is seriously injured. He heard Zheng Dan say, "The patio has been laid out, are you going to go up together?"

Xia Yan closed his eyes. If Suzaku had Zhang Ting and the three hundred forbidden troops on his side, he would probably be in a better situation than himself, but if Tuoba Gu had really been ambushed, he would not let him get away so easily, and he only hoped that he would not fall into a siege outside the valley, just because he was afraid that he would not be able to help him.

He tried to breathe. Although the injury was serious, fortunately, there were no internal injuries, and the operation of the "Der Spiegel" was still unhindered. "No need. He replied outside the house, "I'll come out." ”

Under the stairs stood Gu Rufei. Zheng Dan was about to return to the patio and prepare to lead someone to attack the second floor through the window, but when he suddenly saw Xia Yan appearing from the door, he didn't dare to slack off, so he blocked in front of Gu Rufei and waved his hand: "Take it!"

Everyone in the hall downstairs rushed up the stairs, Xia Yan stretched out his hand to support the railing along the corridor, and his figure spread out and swept down. "No silence" was silent, his whole person was like flying without a sound, and the blood-soaked robe spread out like a bird with dark red wings, brushing over everyone's heads, so that Gu Rufei looked up at him like this, and there was a trace of desperate jealousy at this moment, as if no matter how prosperous he was, he would never be able to compare to a faint and dying Gu Junli.

He had drawn his long sword, and Xia Yan would also fall in the hall. "Kill!" Gu Rufei let out a low roar, and many swords were already surging towards Xia Yan like a tide. But the tide changed direction at the moment when Xia Yan stepped on the ground - "no silence" was illusionized as "tide surge" at the moment he landed - all the breath in his body was released at this moment, and the huge pressure that surged out suppressed and then reversed the vigorous murderous machine rushing towards him, and all the surrounding flesh and sword soldiers were pushed back by the huge force without any suspense, like the water waves that gathered to the core re-rippled outward, and several solid tendons and fractures rushed in front of them, and blood spurted from their mouths, even those who were around them also fell to the ground, and the dizziness could not be stopped.

Gu Rufei was dumbfounded, how could he have expected Xia Yan to be so injured and able to get such a real "surge", in anger, he stomped his foot, "Go up again!" Not to be left behind, his long sword was raised high, and he pounced towards Xia Yanfei.

No matter how frivolous and impetuous, he was never a turtle with a shrunken head, so although he was young, he could still win everyone to follow him. Although there were not many people in the hall who could still stand up, the people in the patio had also poured in at this time, and seeing Gu Rufei like this, they were all excited to keep up. Xia Yan used the "tide" for the second time, but his strength was much smaller. Even if the internal breath can still function, but the blood is insufficient, and the physical strength cannot keep up. He had gathered his breath beforehand, and now—the injury was so bad, it was so hard to even stand.

Gu Rufei was shocked by his second "tide", only to feel that his breath was stagnant, and his whole body was numb, Xia Yan took advantage of this moment to exercise his body with all his might, and rushed out of the crowd and went to the patio outside.

He knew that if he didn't leave, he really couldn't leave.

But—there were still people out there. He was in a trance, a little too much to count—there were only forty or fifty people, why there were so many. On weekdays, he wouldn't have paid the slightest attention to these people, but now—he really doesn't know if he can use the "mirror trick". He barely managed to dodge in the gaps in everyone's moves, and with the help of two points of protection, he occasionally looked at the flaws and fired back, and greeted his opponent with a little blood splattering or broken tendons as a consolation of victory. But after all, it is flesh and blood, and the protective qi gradually turns thin, until it is completely dissipated.

He didn't feel any pain anymore, only—the blood was still flowing away, draining his soul like wisps. He felt cold, he felt weak, he felt ...... Bewildered. He was still trying to walk out, as if there was really a chance to escape and not die, as if something had hit him, he couldn't control his direction in his body, he tossed his body, and occasionally looked up and saw the thorny window, which was open with tiny cracks, as if ...... The next moment she will appear.

He half-knelt on the ground, covering his stomach, his robe had been completely torn, even the middle coat was not spared, his hair was half draped, he subconsciously reached out to the cage, but touched half of his face with blood. He heard Gu Rufei's mocking voice: "Gu Junli, I admit it, you are very good at backing the mountain, and you are also very good at martial arts—but what's the use? Isn't it like a puddle of mud, you want to die here?"

Xia Yan glanced up at him, and at the last point he was unwilling to let him get back to his glory and stood up again-as soon as he stood up, the crowd didn't even consciously retreat a little, even Gu Rufei's face changed slightly, the long sword seemed to be raised, and pointed at him falsely, "You-you can't escape, it's better to die early!"

Xia Yan didn't speak, but suddenly stretched out his hand to him. Gu Rufei trembled in surprise - he still remembered the last time Xia Yan stretched out his hand to him in the air, he almost snatched his blade, and now the frightened bird immediately retracted his hand and clenched the long sword.

But at this time, Xia Yan - how can he still use "flowing clouds".

Gu Rufei immediately knew that he was being tricked, but Xia Yan had already laughed out loud. He laughed so sarcastically that Gu Rufei had no way not to be angry.

"Look for death!" he stabbed his long sword straight towards Xia Yan.