"Luo'er...... Girl...... How's it going?"

Although his chest and abdomen ached from the slightly thin shoulders of the cold ice, Gongyu Sarong still gritted his teeth and struggled to ask him about the one thing he cared about the most.

At this moment, they were already far away from the gate of the Loyalty Alliance, but Han Bing had no intention of putting Gongyu Sarong down, and let this burly man lie on his shoulder, his posture swaying back and forth quite awkwardly.

"The Lingshi has given me the antidote to the Soul Needle, but Luo'er has been deeply poisoned and has not woken up after taking the antidote. At present, the only person who can save her is the Flower God Doctor, but he was locked up in the underworld by Feng Yan.

I need the Qiankun Key to open the door to the underworld. If you know the whereabouts of the key, tell me as soon as possible, lest I use those indiscriminate means against you!"

Hearing Han Bing say so unkindly, Gongyu Sarong was also angry.

He immediately snorted heavily, and then replied with an equally rude attitude: "You are still so justified in asking for someone!

Don't say that I don't know the whereabouts of the Qiankun key at all, even if I do, I won't tell you! Lao Tzu has even tried to divide the corpse of five horses, and I will be afraid of your indiscriminate methods-ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly lifted off his shoulders by the cold ice and fell directly on the snow!

In this fall, Gongyu Sarong was defenseless at all, and he actually fell firmly on all fours!

For a moment, he only felt that his ass seemed to have been broken into eight pieces!

And the most unfortunate thing is that his injured left leg happened to hit a tree stump on the side of the road, and the wound that had begun to congaze immediately burst open, and blood began to gush outward again.

Gong Yu sat on his side on the ground in embarrassment, covering the bleeding wound on his leg with his hand, while gritting his teeth and glaring at Han Bing, who was looking at him with a sneer.

"You're going to kill me if you kind of it!"

The cold star's eyes flashed, and he suddenly laughed and said, "Since you have already taken out the Qiankun key, why do you continue to beg for fights?!"

When Gongyu Sarong heard this, his face immediately changed, and the left hand covering the wound couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In fact, when he first woke up in the Loyalty League, he felt that something seemed wrong with the wound on his left leg.

It's just that at that time, his hands and feet were tied, and he was facing the torture of five horses, and the fear of death made him unable to think calmly about anything anymore.

In addition, after lying on the cold snow for so long, he was almost completely frozen after losing so much blood, and the feeling of pain on his body became more and more numb.

Although in the end, he was inexplicably rescued by cold ice, and was sent to a warm room to roast the fire, allowing his frozen body to gradually regain consciousness.

But at that time, he was still under the surveillance of the people in the Loyal Alliance, so naturally he did not have the opportunity to check the abnormality of the wound.

After that, he was carried by the cold ice on his shoulders, with his legs in front and his head and arms behind, and it was impossible for him to touch his wounds.

It wasn't until Fang Cai was thrown so hard by the cold ice that the injured leg touched the stump, and Gongyu Sarong suddenly felt that there was a hard foreign object in the wound, which had been shaken out by the force of the fall!

He hurriedly reached out to cover the wound, and at the same time quietly pulled out the hard object and secretly held it in the palm of his hand.

Unexpectedly, such an extremely subtle action still made the sharp-eyed Han Bing detect the clue, and further guessed that the hard object was the key to Qiankun.

"I actually thought of hiding such a big key in the wound, it seems that the Lingshi really took great pains to save you!"

Han Bing said sarcastically as he triumphantly stretched out a slender palm, "Hurry up and throw the key over, otherwise this son will let you crawl all the way to meet your mentor!"

Although Gongyu Sarong was a little unwilling, in the face of this ruthless and strong martial arts boy, he really couldn't think of any effective means to fight against him.

The result of his stubborn resistance will only make him suffer more, but it will not stop Han Bing from getting what he wants.

In desperation, Gongyu Sarong had no choice but to slowly lift up the blood-stained Qiankun key that had just been taken out of his wound, and then gently shook his hand and threw it to Han Bing.

After wiping the blood from the key with the placket of his clothes, Cold Ice took it into his arms.

Then, he tore off a long strip of cloth from the placket of his shirt and walked over to help Gongyu Sarong bandage the wound on his leg.

Being tossed by this extremely heavy guy didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Gongyu Sa Rong was so painful that his sword eyebrows were furrowed.

But he still stubbornly gritted his teeth and didn't snort.

Suddenly, he asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Did you really lose one of your lives to the Loyalty Alliance?"

Han Bing continued to be busy with the work in hand without raising his head, and he didn't pay attention to Gongyu Sarong.

Seeing that it was basically bandaged, his hands violently tightened the strip of cloth that was wrapped around Gongyu Sarong's wound, and then quickly tied its ends together and tied a dead knot.

Gongyu Sarong finally couldn't help but snort in pain!

Glancing at his injured leg, which had been bandaged with extremely poor technique, he said angrily, "Don't think I'll be grateful to you for this! If it weren't for Miss Luo'er, I would rather swallow that Qiankun Key than give it to you, bastard!"

Hearing that Gongyu Sarong, a guy who didn't know what to do, actually dared to mention Luo'er in front of him, a terrifying cold light flashed in his cold starry eyes!

"Gongyu Sarong, for the sake of the master who treats you as a treasure, you'd better close your stinky mouth quickly! Otherwise, I promise to pull your head off in front of Duxiaoqiong!"

Gongyu Sarong opened his mouth unconvinced, but when he saw the cold light flashing in Han Bing's eyes, his momentum suddenly weakened, and he finally didn't dare to make any more sounds.

Han Bing didn't want to give this guy a chance to speak again, only to see him directly fight with one arm, and then lifted Gongyu Sarong from the ground and carried it back on his shoulder.

But just a few steps after walking out, Gongyu Sarong, who refused to settle down, still opened his mouth intermittently: "I...... Still want to ...... Ask...... One thing, my brother'...... Corpse ...... How's it going?"

This time, Han Bing didn't speak coldly, but said softly: "Don't worry, after all, the Loyalty League still talks about morality, and it will never get along with the body of the deceased." Although Brother Ling was once their enemy, the Lord of the Snow Alliance had already explained to his subordinates that he should be buried in peace. ”

Gongyu Sarong was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "Brother, he ...... once told me that this trip to Yuguo should be his...... The Road to Death. I didn't expect ...... It's really a prophecy......"

Hearing the unconcealable choking in his voice, Han Bing couldn't help but sigh secretly.

National hatred and family hatred are really difficult to judge with a simple sentence of right or wrong.

Just because their positions are different, they are destined to fight to the death.

However, after several vicissitudes of life and changes in the world, who would still remember that those white bones were also a living life? They also had love and hatred, parents and brothers?

"Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang. What is the way to die, and the body is the same as the mountain. ”

Hearing these few words of elegy that Han Bing suddenly chanted loudly, Gongyu Sarong's tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

In addition to feeling the pain, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this young man who was carrying him.

Because at this moment, he seemed to understand the young man's iron-blooded tenderness and open-mindedness, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

Until many years later, whenever the relatives and friends around him passed away, Gongyu Sarong's ears would still echo from time to time, and the elegant young man chanted the elegy with a clear voice like a spring and a stone-

Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang. What is the way to die, and the body is the same as the mountain.

Whenever this moment, Gongyu Sarong, who was already the leader of the sect, couldn't help but show a knowing smile.

At the same time, he was still thinking in his heart, maybe that kid was not just reciting an elegy for his brother Gongyu Sayan, but also for himself.

Because at that time, Han Bing's heart should have been very clear that he might never see the sun the next day!