On that day, Yan Long still didn't take a bath, because when he was about to go to the small river a kilometer away from the camp, someone came to call Enhe and Soya to work. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At night, Yan Long lay in the yurt, listening to the thunderous snoring around him, tossing and turning.

He pondered in his heart: "I don't know what happened to the situation in Yongping Mansion? After Yuan Suiyun returns, will he continue his assassination operation? Will An Xiyan have an accident?"

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, and he simply didn't want to. Because now it is unrealistic to return to Yongping Mansion in person or find someone to send a letter back. Only after recovering from the injury and recovering the strength can I make a plan.

"I wonder how the system is repaired?"

Yan Long's mind came to the system space.

Now, in the dark blue space of the system, there is a lot of light, and two system programs have been repaired.

The detection and identification procedure that Yan Long relied on the most, the pill exchange mall had been restarted, but the process of helping to kill the god was still gray.

This means that the plan to summon a helper to help the god of death to help him will not work.

Yan Long came to the pill exchange mall and replenished the inventory of some commonly used pills. It took 38,000 points of God Killing Points to exchange for 4 Guiyuan Pills, 2 Jinchuang Pills, and 2 bottles of Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills. After the exchange, the shelves of these elixirs had been swept away. Yan Long currently has 5 Guiyuan Pills, 4 Jinchuang Pills, 3 bottles of Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills, and 457,510 points of God Killing Value.

After a night of refining qi, Yan Long's internal strength has now recovered a little, reaching about 10% of what it was at its peak, and the yin and evil qi in the meridians has also been eliminated a lot.

In the early hours of the next morning, the stars were still visible in the sky, and the other slaves went out to work. When they left, Yan Long supported the ground with his hands, moved his body, and "walked" outside the tent.

He planned to go to the river to take a bath by himself.

Mongolians cherish water sources and are forbidden to bathe in the river, a custom that Yan Long did not know. Originally, Enhe and Soya planned to draw water from the river to wash Yan Long, but they were in a hurry and didn't tell him.

Yesterday, Yan Long already had a rough idea of the direction of the river, and he searched all the way in that direction, and after a while, he found this small river as small as a stream.

The water was clear, it was dark, and there was no one else by the river.

Don't wash it now, but when to wait!

My legs are inconvenient, and it is very difficult to just take off my mud-covered clothes.

After tossing for a while, Yan Long finally soaked in the water.

The river was as cold as ice and snow, washing over the body like a knife.

Although Yan Long's sword wound was almost healed, he was still in pain when he was agitated by the ice water.

After washing away the dirt and blood on his body one by one, Yan Long took out a set of black robes from the system and put them on, and threw the original white tattered clothes in the grass. He had several suits in the system space, which were originally used for disguise and dressing, and now they came in handy.

After rinsing, Yan Long was about to leave.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and Yan Long looked up, only to see a total of three healthy horses rushing along the river.

He was now sitting in the grass by the river, and it was still dark, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't see him at all.

If you are trampled by a horse's hooves, it is really not a joke, it will hurt your muscles and bones at the lightest, and you will be killed at the worst.

Yan Long was preparing to avoid the three horses.

At this moment, three horses rushed up a grassy slope and did not run in his direction.

Yan Long secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after the three horses got up the grassy slope, the brightly red horse at the head suddenly turned around and rushed in the direction of Yan Long, with a thunderous hoof, accompanied by a woman's coquettish shout: "Eqige (father), I won't go to death, don't force me!"

"People are not as good as heaven!" Yan Long sighed in his heart. It was very inconvenient for him to move now, and the direction in which the horse was galloping was not clear, so it was very unwise for a person like him to "replace his feet with his hands" to avoid the past by his body.

So he decided to use a trick to reroute the galloping horse.

- Transparent needle!

In the fierce battle with Yuan Suiyun, the transparent needle had fallen into the mud at the bottom of the mountain, but this needle had a very strong sense of Yan Long, and when Yan Long climbed the cliff, he sensed its existence and retracted it into the system space.

I saw a cloud of vitality flashing from the palm of Yan Long's left hand, and the vitality rolled up and shot towards the knee of the red horse's left front foot wrapped in a transparent needle.

"Whew", the transparent needle is shot into the horse's knee!

The red horse neighed in pain, and immediately fell to his knees with his left front hoof.

The whole horse slid on its knees on the grass and rushed towards Yan Long, but its speed had slowed down greatly compared to before.

The man on the horse stopped abruptly because of the galloping horse, and the whole person flew up from the saddle and fell directly into the river.

Yan Long sucked in his left hand and put the transparent needle in the horse's knee back into the system, and at the same time, his right hand pressed the head of the red horse that was kneeling and sliding, and used his internal force to block its forward momentum, so as to prevent himself from being carried into the river by the horse again.

In the midst of this lightning and fire, the other two horses had also come to Yan Long's side.

Immediately sat two men, one the chief of Terra and the other of Halbara.

Both of these people's faces were very ugly.

Yan Long suddenly had a bad premonition.

At this moment, the man who fell into the river jumped up from the water and came to the three men with a whirlwind.

She was wearing a luxurious dress as red as fire and embroidered with gold thread, and the long black hair on her head was soaked in water and stuck to her jade white cheeks, revealing playfulness and elegance in her embarrassment.

The clothes all over her body were wet, sticking to her body, highlighting the curves of her extremely plump body.

If Concubine Hua's figure belongs to the fiery level, then this one should be regarded as a nuclear explosion level.

As soon as Halbara saw Yan Long, hostility immediately appeared in his eyes, and he shouted and scolded, "Hey, Han slave, what are you doing here?"

Before Yan Long could speak, the woman in red had already come to the front of the red horse, stroked the red horse's head, and said distressedly: "Onyx, are you okay!" She seems to be different from other Mongols and is more accustomed to speaking Chinese.

Yan Long was caught between these three inexplicable people, a little embarrassed, and said along with the words of the woman in red: "Your horse should be fine, it just slipped and fell." ”

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as she said it, the woman in red immediately glared at Yan Long as if she had found the real murderer.

The contours of her face are a mixture of Han Chinese and Mongolian essence, and her eyes are as bright as stars, and her eyes seem to contain infinite youthful vitality, which makes men immediately feel a desire to possess her.

Yan Long wanted to explain, but it was too late.

Because the whip in the hand of the woman in red had already beckoned to him.