The wind walked through the dense branches, the shadows swayed, the throat whispered, as if a lonely soul was sobbing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The pony listened to the anomaly mixed with the wind, and the light and swift footsteps were just right hidden in the whimpering and low howl, almost unrecognizable.

Trained in hell since childhood, and years of life and death in harsh environments, the pony has sharpened his vigilance from a forest beast. Therefore, although the strange noise in the forest was subtle and difficult to distinguish, the potential danger was still captured by him, and he calculated in his heart that there should be about twenty or thirty people coming.

Signaling Murong Yuxin to hide in the dark, the pony quickly used the dirt to extinguish the almost burned fire, dodged over to wake up the good karma and warmth, and whispered before they could ask, "Someone is coming." ”

In a dangerous situation, although he had just woken up from his deep sleep, the monk and Nuan suddenly became alert, and followed the pony and cat's waist to Murong Yuxin's hiding place.

The pony listened to the movement in the forest for a while, and said to the three of them: "This is a cliff, and the river is also a cliff, they are touching from the forest, if we stay here, the only way to retreat is to go downstream, but if the other party sets up an ambush downstream, it will be difficult for us to escape." It's better to take advantage of the fact that they have not yet formed a situation of outflanking, avoid their edge, and break out, what do you think?"

Seeing that the three of them had no objections, the pony discerned the direction, and in the dark night, the monk opened the barren thorns in front of him, and traveled quickly. After a short walk, the monk signaled to stop, and the pony tended to come forward, and at a glance, his heart shook violently, and there were many people in front of him, and he was afraid of no less than two or three hundred people, all of whom were swords and knives, and raised their guns, blocking all the ways out of the mountains and forests. In the dark night, there were only twenty or thirty people who quietly approached the river with the intention of sneaking up, but ten times as many people lurking here were waiting for the rabbits. Thinking about it this way, I'm afraid that going down the river is just throwing yourself into a net.

According to the inference, most of the people who failed to attack had returned to chase after them at this time. At this time, there was no way forward, and there were pursuers. The pony thought that the situation in front of him was really not suitable for hard fighting, I am afraid that he could only take a temporary decision, first find a way to turn back and then make a plan, turned back and was about to speak, but saw the monk swinging his fist to the warm soft underbelly, the strength was heavy, and the momentum was like a bamboo. Even if the warmth is on guard, it is difficult to resist the monk's heavy punch, not to mention that it has changed suddenly and caught him off guard.

Seeing that Warmth was about to be knocked away by the monk, the pony rushed to the scene between the lightning and flint, pushed Warmth sideways by a foot, and slammed his fist into the monk's door. "It turns out that everything in Fang Cai's dream is true, and the monk is really in the same group as those people. With the anger of being deceived in his heart, the pony undoubtedly punched a little harder.

"Little pony, what are you doing to stop me? The scholar is going to plot against you, and I will teach him a lesson. The monk took a half-step back, a little incomprehensible to the pony's excesses.

Xiaoma said coldly: "You don't need to shout to catch a thief, I treat you as a friend in vain, but I didn't expect you to be a two-faced villain, and you will eat a few punches from me." After speaking, he swung his fist and struck at the monk. Suddenly, the waist stabbed, the sword blade was cold to the flesh, the pony was startled, and hit out with a backhand, and at the same time straddled three feet to the left, seeing Murong Yuxin close to him, he was about to open his mouth to let her go first, when the cold flashed in front of him, the long sword in Murong Yuxin's hand had shaken up three sword flowers, and stabbed at his chest.

Everything was too unexpected, the pony was experienced in a hundred battles, and he was also panicked at the moment, but he felt that the mountains were full of wild people, and the sword was cold. The three companions who fought together and were born and died are now indistinguishable from friend and foe, indistinguishable from good and evil, and their faces are sometimes cordial and sometimes hideous. He felt a splitting headache, he had trouble breathing, his mind was a mess of porridge, he couldn't think, their faces were shaking and smiling, and the world was spinning and blurry. He suddenly felt that his head was superfluous, and he just hated to screw it off.

How could this be? How could this be? Everything was so unbelievable? He was so vulnerable, he had no self-control, and when he saw a boulder in front of him, he rushed over to put an end to this heart-rending pain......

In the haze, it seemed that someone was calling, and the pony tried to open his eyes, only to feel that his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the first thing he saw was Murong Yuxin's anxious face, but the scholar's thoughtful eyes, but the monk was missing. At this time, the sky was not clear, and a wisp of light smoke stretched in the morning breeze on the embers of the campfire, and the pony slowly looked around, where he had slept last night, and the monk leaned against a boulder, his face was pale, and he looked quite miserable.

Was everything last night a dream, or is it still in a dream?

"You are a dead horse and a stinky horse, what kind of madness did you commit suicide, and I lost half my life to the monk. Seeing the pony wake up, Shanyuan scolded, and his voice was not as strong as before.

The pony couldn't sort out his head for a while, and secretly twisted his thigh, and when he was sure that he was not in a dream, he looked at the three of them with an inquiring gaze, and said: "I was confused about what happened last night, and I have to make it clear after a while, why did the monk say that I committed suicide?"

It turned out that when it was dawn, the monk was awakened by urine, got up to go to the convenience, and found that the pony seemed to be a little trance, in a daze at a tree, and did not respond to the two calls, and felt strange in his heart, so he came over to see what was going on, but he didn't expect the pony to suddenly go crazy and hit a boulder four or five meters away.

Seeing that it was too late to pull, the monk didn't have time to think about it, so he flew over and blocked the boulder with his own body. The pony tried his best to hit it, and the power was quite amazing, if it really hit the stone, don't say that the head will be shattered and the body will be destroyed.

The monk of good fortune pounced sideways, and before he could stand firmly, he was hit on the boulder, and the pony's head was saved, but the monk almost lost his breath, and it took a long time to come back to his senses. The pony also fainted from this collision.

This movement woke Murong Yuxin and Nuan Wen up, and the scholar checked the pulse of the pony, opened his eyes and observed it, then pricked a few stitches on his head, and then took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and poured a pill, fed him to take it, and then showed it to the monk, fortunately, the monk was copper-skinned and iron-bone, and there was no big problem, take the pill, and rest for a day or two, and it will be fine.

When Pony heard this, he recounted last night's strange dream, not understanding how he had such a strange dream for no reason, and finally had a nervous breakdown and committed suicide. Nuan said that he seemed to be in some kind of soul magic, but everyone was here last night, why was he the only one who was hit? There was nothing strange in the four places, and when did he enter the dream realm? The monk said that I was in a daze at the tree. A flash of inspiration flashed through the pony's mind, the big owl, with its unfathomable eyes, that he had been tricked when he met the soul-chasing bird last night.

So he said to the three of them: "Last night there was a big bird flying on the edge of the forest, and I saw that it was huge and had a good coat, so I took two more looks. Its eyes actually have the ability to dementor souls, it is really evil, it must have been raised and trained by someone. ”

Wen Wen thought for a while, and said: "In this way, it should be this thing that is strange, this bird is out of the night, we already know that it is strange at the moment, and we will never be tricked again, but the breeder has not yet appeared, the enemy is dark and I am clear, and I have to guard against it." ”

The pony was injured in the fight with the monster yesterday, and he tossed it like this last night, he was really a little tired, thinking that now the monk was injured by himself again, and the Tianmu Mountain, which has always been peaceful, is now out of the beasts and birds to make waves, and I don't know how many unknown dangers, it is better to hurry as soon as possible and thoroughly investigate the matter of Murong Villa.

Having made up their minds, they set off through the dense forest and along the road to the town. In the middle of the line, Murong Yu suddenly said strangely: "Hey, where did the sound of the piano come from, in this barren mountain and wilderness, there are even masters and gentlemen here to play the qin." ”