The rain is still falling.

Ye Wenliu followed Mo Jun closely, the pace of the two was surprisingly consistent, but it was not that Mo Jun was running too fast, but because he was running too slowly, so slow that even Ye Wenliu could control the distance between the two in an extremely delicate range, as long as Mo Jun fell, Ye Wenliu could catch him at any time.

Mo Jun has obviously reached the end of his crossbow.

He hugged Mei Sanniang in his arms, lowered his head, and didn't say a word.

Ye Wenliu listened to the heavy wheezing sound in his ears, and knew that Mo Jun had become very difficult to breathe at this moment, and it was just a waste of energy to speak.

He looked at the long trail of blood dragged out of Mo Jun's feet, even the rain couldn't wash it away, and he didn't know what kind of obsession could support a person to this point.

Ye Wenliu opened his mouth, wanting to say let me hold it for you, but he couldn't open his mouth, and wanted to ask where we should go, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed again.

Mei Sanniang only had one breath left, and Ye Wenliu was afraid that she wouldn't be able to come up in one breath, so Mo Jun's breath went down.

Ye Wenliu probed before, and found that Mei Sanniang's vitality should have been cut off by the sword of King Fudongming, but he didn't know where to get a kind of power to drag this life to the present, but the situation is extremely unoptimistic, if it is delayed any longer, no one can guarantee anything.

But no one can do anything about it.

Passing through the gate of the West City, the periphery is a large urn city, under the special arrangement of Ye Wenliu, there are no guards guarding the gate here, and the door is open, this is something that has never happened in the history of the Great Zhou, if at this moment 300,000 barbarians who have always contradicted the Great Zhou, it will be wonderful.

Of course, this is just nonsense.

It's just that when Mo Jun carried Mei Sanniang through this empty urn city, he inexplicably thought of this picture in his mind, he was startled, and then subconsciously glanced back.

"Childe!"

In the darkness, a thin figure rushed towards the two of them, and it didn't take long for them to chase after them.

Before the two could react, the man hugged Mo Jun's neck and pounced, and then cried.

Mo Jun's whole body was shocked, and he gritted his teeth and held on again without falling.

Ye Wenliu was shocked and anxious when he saw this, and hurriedly dragged the person off Mo Jun's body, and said, "You, why are you here? Didn't this son send someone to send you away first?"

Li Mujun had tears in his eyes, glared at Ye Wenliu fiercely, and said in his heart that he was worried in the enemy formation, and he almost wanted to collapse, but he finally ran out and was interrupted by this person, and immediately said angrily: "I was almost sent by you to see the king of Hades!"

Ye Wenliu hurriedly closed his mouth.

Li Mujun fell on Mei Sanniang again, grabbed Mo Jun's sleeve and pulled it hard to his side, and said urgently: "Childe, how is Sister Mei! I ...... on the city tower just now."

Before the words fell, Mo Jun's eyes darkened, and he finally fell.

"Childe!"

"General!"

The two exclaimed.

Ye Wenliu fell to the ground and hurriedly caught Mei Sanniang, and Li Mujun knelt on the ground and helped Mo Jun up, crying silently.

Mo Jun opened his eyes slightly, looking at the two of them in front of him, his mouth opening and closing, as if shouting something, but he already felt that he couldn't hear anything, and the sound of rain had already drowned out everything around him.

There was still a lot to do, but suddenly I couldn't think of anything at the moment, and there was only one thought left in my heart, I wanted to sleep.

As soon as I fell asleep, I didn't want to wake up again.

Thinking like this, his long, narrow eyes closed again.

In a trance, it seemed that a crisp sound pierced the night sky, broke through the heavy rain, and clearly entered his ears, like a heavenly sound.

Jingle bells.

This voice is extremely familiar, ethereal and soft, like a warbler's song tactful and unique.

It's like a dream.

And in this half-dream, Mo Jun saw a beautiful smile.

It's like a dream.

Fortunately, Mo Jun is not a person who believes in dreams, he woke up quickly, and the moment he opened his eyes, his thoughts came like a tide, and at this moment he had regained his sanity and calmness, but the soreness and fatigue caused by this crippled body were not dispelled in a short time.

Mo Jun found that his head was resting in a very soft part, and he could smell the faint fragrance between his nose, he seemed to realize something, and hurriedly sat up.

Instinctively, he began to look around, and saw what appeared to be a ruined temple, with some broken candlesticks and a few faint fires.

The house was covered with dust, and a strong musty smell could be smelled, and it was clear that no one had been there for a long time.

"Childe, great, you're finally awake!"

Li Mujun just wanted to pounce, but immediately stopped his impulse, for fear that his son would fall down again in the next moment.

Mo Jun stared at her with a hint of cowardice, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he was just lying on this girl's lap.

"How long have I been asleep?" Mo Jun asked, standing up and moving his muscles slightly.

Li Mujun tilted his head and thought about it, and replied truthfully: "Hmm...... Probably less than an hour. ”

"Where is this? What about Sanniang? What about the others?"

"It's less than ten miles away from Tai'an, and I found a place to stay, as for the others......

Li Mujun rubbed his numb thighs and glanced at the door beside him.

Mo Jun hurriedly rushed out.

"Hey, Childe, wait for me!" Li Mujun hurriedly picked up the long sword that fell to the side and chased after him.

The structure outside the house looks like a large hall, with several Buddha statues at the top, but all of them are covered with a thick layer of ash, and cobwebs scattered everywhere can be faintly seen, and the offering tray on the platform is empty, and the few candles left are almost burned to the end.

The temple was darker all around.

In the center of the main hall, there is a brazier, the fire is not large, the purpose seems to be just to warm the woman lying on the side, looking at her figure, it is the unconscious Mei Sanniang.

Mo Jun raised his foot and wanted to pass.

"Wait!" Li Mujun stepped forward and grabbed Mo Jun with an arrow, and said hurriedly: "Childe, you can't go over!"

"Huh?" Mo Jun didn't react for a while, he didn't know why he couldn't go over, could it be that there was some ancient healing ritual going on over there, and he couldn't interrupt it?

So he subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Li Mujun's face suddenly turned red, and he said, "Anyway, you can't go over first!"

Mo Jun frowned and stared at Li Mujun with a suspicious gaze, and the latter turned his head away from this gaze without hesitation, not daring to look at him.

Mo Jun was shocked in his heart, afraid that something had happened, even if he didn't pay attention to it, he wanted to run.

"Don't go over!"

Li Mujun stopped directly in front of Mo Jun, biting his lower lip lightly, but his eyes became inexplicably firm, as if he had made up some kind of determination, and said: "It's raining just now, I'm afraid that Sister Mei will catch the cold, and now she is naked......"

The expression on Mo Jun's face suddenly froze.