Sean knew he was done. After landing, relying on decades of experience, he used the leaves that had rotted for many years to cover up, barely concealing the smell on his body, and fled quietly outside the forest.
Since Fan Xian and the seven masters were able to follow him across the reeds by the lake and into the forest, there must be some kind of thread in him that the other party could control—Sean put his hand to his lips, suppressing the urge to cough forcibly. After ten years of prison life, his heart veins have been damaged, and he could even clearly and sadly feel that his brain's reaction was slower than his body's response during the distance from the tree.
If it was twenty years ago, he believed that he could have easily killed Fan Xian in that process. Even if there are seven master sword wielders under the tree, as long as he is accompanied by the familiar North Sea fog, Xiao En still has strong confidence and can easily escape.
It's just... everyone will grow old one day.
The blood on his shoulder couldn't be stopped at all. The strange dagger in Fan Xian's hand had strange edges on both ends, and the blood kept flowing out. With a smile of some kind, he tore off a piece of his clothes, turned his hand around, and suppressed the bloody mouth.
His kneecap was also shattered into several large pieces, and the severe pain stimulated his mind, making this aging spy still walking through the dense fog.
After falling from the tree, the snow-like knife light from the leader of the tiger guards cut his abdomen. Although he avoided it very quickly, he still couldn't stop the scars from expanding gradually, and the black clothes gradually turned into blood.
Although Sean suffered many and severe injuries, what really made him feel irresistible was the thin needle in his neck. He didn't dare to pull it out. He didn't know what the consequences would be. He just felt that the blood in his body was gradually congealing. , The forward speed also slowed down.
His pale and withered hands still firmly took out the fungus block from under the tree, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it. This redwood fungus can enrich blood and disinfect. This dwarf fir forest was a place he was familiar with decades ago, so he chose to escape from here, but unexpectedly, there was still no way to escape the young man.
The sky gradually brightened, but the thick fog still did not dissipate. The white morning light diffused and dispersed in the fog, exuding a holy smell.
The blood finally dripped from the old man's body. Although the sound of falling on the mud was soft, he knew that those young people were following him like lurking tigers and might rush out at any time, but he didn't know why the other party didn't hands on.
But Sean knew that he... was over.
※※※
I don't know what kind of strength is supporting this old man who has been tortured for 20 years and has suffered several serious injuries today. Stepping on the vast, slightly damp meadow, I finally saw the piece of land belonging to the Northern Qi Dynasty.
The town called Wuduhe shone brightly in the distant sunlight. Sean sighed, sat down a little weakly, moved his broken right leg to the left with his hands, and coughed twice.
The light reflected in that town is glazed tiles. Although this is a rural area, glass cannot be used, and it is reasonable to not use colored glaze, but Xiao En knew many years ago that there was once a colored glaze factory more than a dozen miles behind the town. After the ruins, people in the town picked up some fragments and placed them on the roofs of their homes.
No matter when and where, people always need to arrange some light for themselves in the gloomy world.
The same is true for Sean. He squinted his eyes, looked at the small glowing fragments, and thought to himself that the small town didn't seem to have changed much after more than twenty years.
On the grassland outside the town, a fight had already ended. The team that came to meet Sean was completely slaughtered. There were about 200 black cavalrymen standing on the side of the grassland like a lifeless black wall, and several black cavalrymen walked through it. In the pool of blood on the battlefield, seeing an enemy who was still alive, he made up a knife, and the battlefield kept making muffled noises.
…
…
"Those young men lying in a pool of blood in the meadow should be Hu'er's subordinates, right?"
Xiao En squinted his eyes and looked at the scene in that direction, suddenly felt a little tired, and coughed again. He has already fully understood Fan Xian's plan. Although that handsome young man still lacks a lot of experience, he wins because of his courage to make a move. The other party has been chasing him all the way to the Wudu River. Naturally, he wants to plant those tragic deaths under the meadow. On the Northern Qi soldiers.
A slender dagger was passed over silently, and the chill attached to it made some goose bumps on the back of the old man's neck.
"You are not as strong as I imagined." Fan Xian's voice sounded calmly from behind him.
Sean pursed his dry lips, smiled wryly and said, "I'm not as strong as I imagined either."
"Based on your experience, it shouldn't be difficult to judge that this is a trap. Why did you jump into it?" This was the most incomprehensible thing Fan Xian had been chasing all night.
Xiao En didn't answer him, just kept silent, and didn't tell the young man that he thought of a little girl and a temple because of Wang Qinian's unintentional words.
"Why don't you do it?" Sean looked indifferently, looking at the unusually quiet town in front of him, and said, "You and I are both people in this business, and we should know that the longer something is delayed, the more likely it is to change. .”
"I just suddenly felt that I seemed to have made a mistake." The dagger in Fan Xian's hand tightened, and a trace of bewilderment appeared in his eyes exposed outside the black cloth, "I thought the eldest princess would send someone to meet you, But I didn't expect it was just people from Northern Qi."
"I don't know any princess." Sean seemed to have put his life and death aside at this time, he just took a deep breath of the fresh air on the meadow. He hadn't smelled such a natural smell for many years. In the prison of the Overwatch Council , what can be smelled is only the smell of rust and hay. After so many years of smelling, I am really tired, tired, and tired.
Fan Xian suddenly felt that something was a little strange, his eyes fixed on the pure white hair on the back of the old man's head like knives.
"Let me remind you again, since you want to kill me, and you choose to kill me on this border, you'd better do it right away, or plant it on the team that is robbing the prisoners below." Xiao En said indifferently: "Otherwise, the fake reception The personnel have arrived, and if you want to kill me again, you have to consider the life and death of your colleague."
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, this time he planned to kill Xiao En on the border. It was originally an adventure, to be precise, it was risking Yan Bingyun's life—since Northern Qi General Uesugi Tiger sent someone to meet Xiao En's escape, Xiao En's death during the chaotic battle should be acceptable to the young emperor of Northern Qi The reason must also be accepted - the key is that there is always Qing's powerful military force behind the mission. But to Fan Xian's great disappointment, Yan Xiaoyi's army did not appear on the battlefield as expected. If the eldest princess can't be killed, what's the point of killing Xiao En
For some reason, Fan Xian squeezed the dagger with his fingers slightly, his knuckles turned blue and white.
"Why do you always think I'm still a tiger?" Sean didn't turn his head, nor looked down at the protruding knife point. He smiled and said to himself: "I'm just a thin toothless tiger. I just know something. Things that other people don't know, that's why I'm able to survive until now. In Qing Kingdom, I was a prisoner. In fact, when I returned to the North, I was still a prisoner in Puppet Qi. Naturally, I had to fight. People who live to my age are actually not so afraid of death. ... but I'm afraid that I won't be free."
"I may understand a little bit why Dean Chen is willing to send you back to China, but wants me to kill you." Fan Xian didn't seem to care about Xiao En's reminder at all, and he still seemed to be talking a bit, "This is a trial. Mr. Xiao also once said that I am very talented and already very strong, but I have never challenged a real strong person alone. You are the first real strong person I have challenged alone in my life."
Xiao En shook his head, still maintaining the posture of sitting and looking at his hometown: "No, I am no longer considered a strong person, and this journey is just bluffing. As for Chen Pingping..." The old man suddenly said with great resentment and pleasure. He laughed: "He actually... doesn't know anything. He only knows that he can't kill me, so he had to lock me up, but he doesn't know why he can't kill me, and he doesn't know what he should know from me. He claims to be a conspiracy The world is actually a poor little fool!"
The old man was very excited and coughed. The wound had already been broken, and the blood flew around and fell on the fresh grass.
Somewhere the grass trembled slightly in the wind.
"What secret do you have?" Fan Xian turned expressionlessly, but turned around quietly: "What do you know?"
"I've been imprisoned for twenty years, and I didn't say anything. Even Chen Pingping lost patience and took me out to be your adult trial prey." Xiao En laughed and said, "Could I tell you this little brat at this time? ?”
"You're not even afraid of death, why don't you dare tell that secret?"
"There are many things in this world that are scarier than death."
Fan Xian sighed, noticing that the seven long knives behind him had sneaked closer, smiled slightly, and turned his head to the right to look at the black cavalry lined up in the distance, which was quite appropriate.
Suddenly! He stepped on the meadow with his toes without any warning, and his body had already slid to the left. A female needle came out of his hand, and pierced into the grass with a hiss!
His man was already in mid-air, as if he was dancing against the air, the slender dagger in his hand pierced straight through like a pitch-black poisonous snake, it was extremely straight, buzzing through the air, it had already condensed all the domineering power in his body Infuriating!
The seven tiger guards had already secretly occupied a favorable terrain. Fan Xian made a sneak attack, and the seven long knives perfectly cooperated to attack the pile of grass. They kicked up several snowballs, and the light was dazzling!
With such power and influence, such a sudden action, not to mention the ambush man, even the unfathomable Eunuch Hong in the Palace of the Qing Kingdom would be in a terrible state of embarrassment, and he had to leave some flesh and blood to pay for it!