Speaking of Qianmo Valley, it is Huangquan Valley.

The three people under the Huangquan Valley did not wait for Puyu, and they became restless, if they did not stop, they would be sent to death by four people.

Mo Qiangqiang sat on the cliff of the valley, looking at the riverbank in front of him, and he was discouraged when he didn't see anyone coming. She admired this man. Not to mention that the family has been a wise man for generations, but a Pu Yu, that is also a decent chivalrous man who values love and righteousness, since the Mo family's iron shop, since the ghost saw the pity, since she was seriously injured, Pu Yu's responsibility has always been silent in his sorrow and occasional humor. At all times, he stood in front of them as a kind of big brother, leading them to break through, telling them to protect themselves first. He once walked the rivers and lakes against hundreds of unjust souls, and now he crosses the rivers and lakes with everyone's expectations. It wasn't easy for him, and they didn't want their brother to take that risk.

The wind ruffled her hair, unable to hide the anxiety and disappointment in her eyes.

"Qiang Qiang!" Ze Sleeve walked in the opposite direction, and when he saw Mo Qiang turning his head to look at him, he waved his hand and trotted to sit down beside her.

The field is dry and yellow, and the two sit in the loneliness of late autumn, but the lives of these two seem to be much more vigorous.

"Still no, it's the third day...... Mo Qiang bowed his head in disappointment, his heart was like a stone that had been cut short and fell off the cliff, falling into the bottomless abyss.

"And Qianmo Valley......" The sleeve patted Mo Qiangqiang's shoulder.

"Don't say it, if Mr. Gao sees Mr. Pu Yu, he will definitely send a signal......

"......" also lowered his arms and became discouraged.

After a while, Ze Sleeve raised his head and looked at Mo Qiangqiang: "It's really not good, when Mr. Gao comes back, how about we go to find Pu Yu?"

Mo Qiangqiang raised his head, and there was some brilliance in his eyes: "Really?"

"Of course. Then he put his arms up and swore an oath.

The ink is happy to blossom. has been bored in Huangquan Valley for so long, she is naturally surrounded by the wild, and now she has the opportunity to run, and she will definitely be ecstatic.

She put her arms around Ze Sleeve's neck and said with a smile, "That's great!"

Then he said proudly: "Of course, none of us heroes is a horseman, not a coward." ”

Mo Qiangqiang let go of his embrace with a grin, grabbed Ze Sleeve's arm, and asked expectantly, "You won't forget to bring Qiang Qiang, right?"

Ze Sleeve smiled and tucked the hair on Mo Qiangqiang's cheeks behind his ears: "Of course not." ”

At this moment, Ze Sleeve's eyes are as tender and joyful as a pool of water, he can finally have her, and when she gives him a hug, he can also give her a hug. Whatever she wants, as long as he can do it with his bamboo sleeve, he will send it to her in the palm of his hand, even if it is picking the moon in the water and stealing flowers in the mirror. As long as she is made happy and peaceful, it will be a blessing for her sleeves. After recognizing these, the sleeve became the sleeve, and he had a weakness and a reason to cross the rivers and lakes, and then he was no longer only for his ambition, but also for himself and for his strength.

It's just that I'm afraid of the misfortune of fate and the unfathomable fortune and misfortune. But after all, it is only the rivers and lakes that are often indispensable to these, and they stand on the edge of the bottomless abyss where the center of gravity of the rivers and lakes sinks, and falling into it is endless pain and suffering, and there is nothing death in the face of insults and torture.

Speaking of the future of the sleeve and the ink Qiangqiang, in fact, it is indefinite, the identity of the sleeve is special, the matter of Zhuzitang's recognition of the mother has been rumored, and the rivers and lakes have spread around, the direct descendants of the Xia Ge family have emerged, and the bloody wind is about to break out, and now the calm rivers and lakes are still not gaining momentum, as long as someone dares to be a bird, the enthusiasm of a bird will involve the entire rivers and lakes and begin to divide the two sides and treat each other with hatred.

As long as Mo Qiangqiang is good, the sleeve will be alive like a dead corpse, and if the sleeve is in trouble, the ink will be like a year. Although the dispute has just begun, it is difficult to determine where the future lies and whether the two can stay together......

A birdsong in the woods tore through the sky, sounding like it was the result of the last struggle of the beginning of death wounded by the late autumn cold.

The wind gently departed from the wilderness, burrowed into the noisy and dead woods, and brought up a few withered and curled dead leaves, and went farther from the roots.

Pu Yu tilted his head and squinted his eyes to look at it carefully, he never believed that this was Song Hongchun, he only felt that it was probably not good to meet Song Hongchun here, but why, he only felt that the reason for this reason was too deep, and even too terrifying, so he didn't think about it anymore, and he didn't think about it because there was a more urgent and urgent thing that he didn't allow him to think about other things to do, after all, now that he had entered this place, he completely regarded this thing that had to ignore things as all his energy to do. Thinking of this, he slowly walked towards Song Hongchun.

But after only taking three steps, he saw that the wind in the forest had stopped, and the murderous aura was fierce, and Song Hongchun's eyes suddenly lost their color and completely escaped into the black ink, like the roots of the ink grass on the bank of the ink grass river, like the black black stone reflecting the light of the blurred glass layer. Shortly after that, a bead of sweat left on her forehead and flowed into the hem of her garment......

Suddenly, the branches in the forest began to flicker, and some of the fragile ones were directly broken apart, and then they were swept away by the wind. And this swirling and flowing wind was actually made of hundreds of feathered arrows!

The rain of arrows flew from the sky above the forest as if from the sky, and looking back from the place where the arrows were held, the rain could not see the boundary at a glance, and flew straight towards the open space where Pu Yu and Song Hongchun were. If such a dense rain of arrows hits the body, it will definitely cause people to be full of holes, that is, they will not die instantly, they will also bleed and wither to death, or they will struggle and crawl in pain.

One of the two took out the Dejing stick, the other took out the spear, blocked left and right to dodge, the wooden arrow touched the Dejing stick and cracked instantly, such as the nameless knife pawn on the battlefield, the knife has not yet been unsheathed, this life will understand here. But the swordsman still has his hometown and his heart, these lonely arrows, but there is not even a worn bowstring, only controlled by a mechanism, and the whole body has become treacherous and rebellious.

Dejing sticks and spears have an advantage, that is, the length of the weapon is enough to block both sides, and in the face of the rain of arrows, as long as the force is appropriate, the weakened formation can still be resisted.

Probably after the sound of the whistling and the rebound of the arrow into the ground was quieter, the two gradually reduced their strength until the sound was all gone.

The two exhaled with their weapons, looked at each other and smiled, but they practiced a thrilling hand and foot.

"Why are you here?" Pu Yu sat next to Song Hongchun, who was sitting on the ground, and pulled out a feather arrow with the word "white" engraved on it.

"Looking for the cold iron sword, I'll bring it back to Lingmen. Song Hongchun grinned bitterly, held his chin, and pressed his elbows against his knees.

"I've been in the woods once, and there's a lot of traps everywhere, and they've fished me in and put me in again......"

"Leaving this trap area, there is still a labyrinth area...... Sooner or later, people will be called to wait for death......" Song Hongchun's voice was almost trembling......

"Then you are still here to die?" Pu Yu smiled and watched Song Hongchun speak.

Song Hongchun turned his head to look at Pu Yu: "I have to try to die, and if I don't do it, I give up, I can't help it." ”

Xia Puyu frowned, at this time, he didn't care about his thoughts, but he made it clear that he was bloody and enthusiastic about the afterlife.

"Yes......" Xia Puyu looked at the clothes cut by the arrow on her right arm, thinking of Jiang Andong, thinking that she was going to tell him her thoughts I was in the same state of mind, but he didn't even give her a chance, which would make her angry, right? But she later learned that after the Falling Mist Dao Leader was killed, she secretly took down Yi Fang's sword, which made her understand right and wrong, and now Puyu said goodbye, is she blaming herself or being ashamed? According to her temperament, she will definitely blame herself for not being able to speak and do things, bringing the usual useless woman's words into the bureau of the rivers and lakes, and showing her childishness so embarrassing and pointing, by the way, compared to what she is most afraid of pointing, her chastity and reputation are not smaller than their chivalrous warriors, right?

Song Hongchun didn't notice Pu Yu's contemplation and asked, "What is the gentleman here for?"

"The head of the Falling Mist Dao was killed by the Biyan Cave, such as the head of Xingzhao today, it is Gui Yan. Pu Yu looked up at the depths of the forest, where there was a thin layer of mist, rippling among the trunks of the trees, like a fairyland, like the underworld.