Didn't go far, the Turks were weak and fell again...... Once again, he slowly stood up and walked forward, the blood behind him had long since been washed away.

Finally... In the woods not far away... Falling, her eyes began to darken, and her ears rang... The pain is gone... The breath gradually became faint... The pulse tends to be calm......

"Goodbye... World..."Changming finally meditated, and completely collapsed in the rainforest.

After a long time, Changming woke up again, it was a strange place, in a ruined temple.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a campfire with only embers left.

The black cloak that I don't know whose it was, and the burning and pain and the biting cold were gone.

"Who is it?!" Changming was very surprised, what she wanted to see most now was her benefactor, and the bonfire still had residual warmth and probably didn't go far.

There is a dagger inserted in the pillar in front of the broken temple, and the word "feast" is engraved on the handle.

The letter reads: "Live well, don't look for me." You don't even need to know who I am, I'm just a passerby. ”

"Thank you, my great benefactor!" Chang Ming shouted to the sky as he stood in front of the ruined temple, and his voice echoed in the forest and reached the ears of the white-robed prodigal son.

I saw the white-robed prodigal son holding the sword in his arms in the distance, the wisps of green silk were full of constant concern, his eyes were blurred, and the light emitted by the sharp qi was like the glow of the waning moon.

"Heh~ What an interesting little girl. The prodigal son smiled slightly and walked away, the figure slowly disappeared from sight, Changming looked at him in the distance, and a sense of loss suddenly rose in his heart.

She did not resent the world, and the conscience left in her heart still held up a piece of light.

But...... It's far from over, because he's looking for the one who escaped!

"Hehehe~ Don't hide from the little girl, come out and let the old man give you a good time. Dongfang Qichen said with a dark smile.

When ~dang~ hit the ground with a cane, he trembled his nose and took two deep breaths, and said: "It's a pity ......" and then shook his head.

With Changming's current strength, it is impossible to escape from Dongfang Qingchen's hands.

"With the body fragrance of your body, where can you run?!"

"Huh, the fragrance is gone?" Dongfang Qichen suddenly froze on the riverbank, Changming was not far away, she covered her left hand and hid it under her dress.

Dongfang Qichen sniffed and noticed a smell of blood! Changming cut off his left ring finger, just betting that Dongfang Qichen was more sensitive to the smell of blood!

That's true, Dongfang Qichen followed the smell to find Changming's severed left ring finger, reached out and picked it up, handed it to his nose and smelled it, looking very enjoyable.

"Interesting!hehe~hahaha!" Dongfang Qichen laughed excitedly.

Changming bit the corner of his mouth and endured it forcibly, without making the slightest sound.

The bloody dagger was tucked away in her sleeve, and her breathing did not become rapid, but faint and gentle.

"I know!" Dongfang Xuchen suddenly shouted, Changming was so frightened that he trembled, his lips were bitten and blood oozed out, his eyes were full of tears, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

(Dongfang Qichen can faintly sense Changming's breath, but because he relies too much on hearing and smell, he will become very difficult, which is just his deliberate attempt to scare Changming.) ）

Dongfang Qichen stood in place for a long time, since his sense of smell was stimulated, he could only use his sense of hearing to distinguish Changming's direction.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the sounds, including the sound of the wind, the sound of running water, and the chirping of flies and insects. It was late at night, and there was hardly any footsteps in the streets, so he heard the faint, disordered sound of breathing!

The next time, Dongfang Qichen walked towards Changming, her heart throbbing and her heart rhythm was irregular.

"It's over... Finally, she still couldn't escape?" The tears in the corners of Changming's eyes slid down, leaving a trace, this time she still didn't make a sound, is there any hope of survival?

When!~When!~~~ (two more drums)

"It's dry!Watch out for candles!"

It was Xiao Gengren! He was carrying a gong and happened to be on Suzaku Street to announce the time!

Dongfang Qichen's hearing was blocked for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chang Ming took a step and ran desperately, there was only one chance! Dongfang Xuchen couldn't discern Chang Ming's escape direction!

"Damn! let her run away again!" Dongfang Xuchen shouted with his right hand clenched on the wooden stick.

In the process of running, the dagger slipped from Changming's sleeve, and there was a crisp sound!

In an instant, Dongfang Qichen pulled out Tang Hengdao. The sword light folds the moonlight, and the wind is looking for the sound!

Before Chang Ming could react, he was injured by the oncoming wind.

Bang! Who blocked Dongfang Zhenchen's blow? This person used the scabbard to block Dongfang Zhengchen's Tang Heng knife.

"Little girl, go away, leave this person to me!" A white robe, green silk and silver hair are staggered.

"Yes...... Is that you?" Chang Ming was once again rescued by the white-robed prodigal son.

Seeing this, Dongfang Xuchen laughed and said: "Hahahaha!~ It's a master!

"Let's go!" the prodigal son shouted, Changming woke up and picked up the dagger and fled, but she still couldn't see the man's face.

Bang! The prodigal son was bounced away by a burst of energy, and Dongfang Qichen immediately stabbed him to the vital point.

The prodigal son retreated and evaded the attack of the Eastern Purge.

"The strong, the old man likes the strong!" Dongfang Qichen looked very excited, and his demeanor looked very sickly.

Dongfang Xuchen pressed the prodigal son's sword scabbard, and asked, "The sword is not out of the sheath?"

The prodigal son chuckled and sneered, "Let my sword be unsheathed? ”

"If I hack you to death like this, the old man will be sad. "Bang!

I saw Dongfang Xuchen put the knife into the sheath, his right hand held the handle of the knife tightly, and all the qi around him condensed towards his knife.

The broken air swept the dust and sand, the sword light leaned on the shadow and the moonlight flashed, holding the knife and standing behind the prodigal son, the blood stains on it were faintly visible, which was the famous stunt of Dongfang Qingchen "Streamer Slash".

"Thou art the Orient," the prodigal son was wounded by a knife, but as if there was no such thing.

Dongfang Qichen heard a slight friction sound in the process of performing the word slash just now, so he asked hesitantly, "Oh?

Changming happened to turn around at this time and saw the wounded prodigal son, and his anticipation instantly turned into a feeling of discouragement.

"It's all my fault! It's all because I'm too weak... It's always been so embarrassing, and it's always been under the protection of others......" she thought to herself, and the prodigal son would also die because of her, and she quickened her pace and fled the scene crying.

Although the prodigal son said that he had sharpened the blade of the Oriental Purge, he just wanted to try to hold it, but he was almost hit by the vital point, and the blade finally injured the prodigal son's left arm, and the red blood slowly flowed until the palm of his hand dripped on the white scroll reflected in the moonlight, and the dotted spots were clearly visible.