Lightning and thunder, rain poured into a curtain.
Qiao Tianya stood up, and he handed the knife to the person behind to put it away, and said, "Xiao Er was hit by an arrow and can't run."
Xiao Chiye and Shen Zechuan at the foot of the slope lay in the muddy water, holding their breaths.
At this moment, there are Jinyiwei everywhere, and there are unknown killers hiding. The two of them want to escape and go to the sky. But breaking through was even more difficult. The most deadly was Xiao Chiye. His left arm, which was scratched by the arrow, began to go numb. After half an hour, the medicinal properties would spread throughout his body, making him unable to move.
Qiao Tianya pushed aside the messy grass with his feet, and when he saw the messy footprints, he raised his hand silently and pointed down the slope.
The Jinyiwei behind him filed out, and the cat walked slowly around the sunken ditch.
Xiao Chiye tensed his body and listened to the sound of stepping on the mud pushing him towards him. The hilt of the knife was in the palm of his hand, as long as someone jumped down rashly, he would immediately jump up and finish the opponent with one knife.
The embroidered spring knife had swayed to the side of the slope, and Xiao Chiye was suddenly pulled by Shen Zechuan to wet his clothes. He turned his eyes and saw Shen Zechuan's calm eyes.
At this time, several figures suddenly jumped down from the forest and fought with Jin Yiwei. Qiao Tianya drew his sword and faced each other, seeing the flying blade flash, and then Jin Yiwei fell to the ground. The other party suddenly swooped over, and his morale greatly increased.
There was chaos on the top, and Shen Zechuan took back the few remaining blades. Needless to say, Xiao Chiye had already jumped up, climbed the mud slope and rolled into the grass at the other end.
"Catch someone!" Qiao Tianya shouted.
Jin Yiwei retreated in the air, Xiao Chiye stretched out his arms and hung up on the tree trunk, and flipped up. Shen Zechuan below arrived, and Jin Yiwei behind him also arrived. Xiao Chiye descended the mountain like a ferocious tiger, and the wolf's savage sword slashed down like a smashed bamboo, pressing all the Jinyiwei to step back.
Qiao Tianya jumped up from behind and swept his sword towards Xiao Chiye who couldn't close the sword. Xiao Chiye suddenly buried his head, and then Qiao Tianya's blade slammed into the scabbard.
Shen Zechuan pressed against the scabbard and stepped on Xiao Chiye's back with one foot. Xiao Chiye's entire body was lifted up by Xiao Chiye's strong body and forced to Qiao Tianya. The thin blade between his other fingers attacked Qiao Tianya's eyes.
Qiao Tianya did not hide, but Jin Yiwei on both sides blocked him with a split knife.
Xiao Chiye had already stood up and kicked Qiao Tianya's chest. The two sides stepped back together, and Qiao Tianya flicked the blood on the blade, and the strands of hair on his forehead had been cut off by Shen Zechuan's face.
Xiao Chiye and Shen Zechuan took two steps back, turned around and ran without saying a word.
Qiao Tianya stared at the backs of the two of them and said, "Chase!"
Xiao Chiye stretched out his arm and pulled Shen Zechuan, and said, "East!"
Shen Zechuan pushed aside the miscellaneous branches and said, "One person at five paces, one team at ten paces, and there is also the Tuancheng garrison in the east!"
Xiao Chiye slowly retracted his arm, and he said decisively, "The east is the way to survive."
"The gate of death is right in front of you." Shen Zechuan threw a knife with his backhand, and the ambush soldier on the tree immediately fell down. When Shen Zechuan passed by him, he took out the other side's embroidered spring knife.
Xiao Chiye grabbed the handle of the knife backwards, slashed Qi Ye at the next moment, and carried two steel knives in the rain. His left arm is no longer conscious, and even the fingers of his right hand are slightly stiff now.
Hard fight tonight!
Shen Zechuan took the head with his knife and kicked the corpse.
Xiao Chiye staggered when he stepped, and suddenly pressed his chest against Shen Zechuan's back, leading him to roll down the undulating grass and into a stream.
The rain was still falling, and the cold Bianstone water washed over the body. Xiao Chiye's heavy breathing pressed against Shen Zechuan's neck, forming a bizarre duality of heat and cold.
"Killing me doesn't do you any good." Xiao Chiye held the wolf slasher and lifted his body a little, "So the rest of the journey is up to you."
Shen Zechuan wiped his face with the stream and said, "It's useless to save you."
"You're here to find the King of Chu." Xiao Chiye pressed the person back again after hearing the sound, "What should I do? Jin Yiwei can't find it out, only I know where he is. Your timing is wrong, and the queen mother will be defeated tonight. No doubt! Take good care of me, I will be your life."
Shen Zechuan looked back, the nose tip of the two were facing each other, and he said coldly, "Hack you to death, just die together."
"It took you so much effort to come out," Xiao Chiye said, "just to die for me?"
"You might as well use this mouth to talk to Qiao Tianya." Shen Zechuan's cold fingertips held Xiao Chiye's hand, and the next moment, the wolf savage knife swept back, repulsing the pursuers for a moment.
Shen Zechuan got the space, raised his leg and pushed away from Xiao Chiye. He copied the Embroidered Spring Sabre in one hand and the Wolf Brutal Saber in the other, calming the panting that he had just sprinted.
"This life is on the account." Shen Zechuan watched Qiao Tianya approach and clenched the knife, "After tonight, I will be your uncle."
In the ink-splashed night, the snow light lit up, and Shen Zechuan didn't give Qiao Tianya a chance to speak at all, and slashed the head.
The water splashed with the footsteps, Shen Zechuan's knife was fatal, and the embroidered spring knife damaged the cutting edge when the steel blades collided, and was picked up by Qiao Tianya and flew out.
The two separated immediately, and Shen Zechuan's left hand was empty, immersed in the stream, and washed away the dripping blood.
"Beautiful women should sit in the high pavilion behind the curtain." Qiao Tianya seemed to smell something, "What should I do if I broke my hand when I picked up the knife?"
With his right hand, Shen Zechuan weighed the wolf brutal knife: "I broke my limbs, aren't I just obedient and well-behaved?"
"There are people in this world that can't be provoked," Qiao Tianya said, "people like you who can be cruel to yourself."
Shen Zechuan stepped up.
The wolf-brushing sword is heavy, and he can't handle it well. But there are important benefits, just like now, relying on the fierceness of the Ji family's swordsmanship, Qiao Tianya has no time to fight back.
When Qiao Tianya was going backwards, he was pressed to the point of turning back, but as soon as he got close to the stream, he felt that it was not good. Sure enough, Shen Zechuan's injured left hand was suddenly lifted from the water, and the dirty mud splashed his eyes, leaving Qiao Tianya with a momentary flaw. Following the heavy blow to his chest again, he was kicked to the ground by Shen Zechuan and smashed into the stream.
When the reinforcements arrived, Shen Zechuan took a few steps back, never reluctant to fight, and dragged Xiao Chiye to go. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chiye was tall and long, so he could hardly carry it.
* * *
The search is getting tighter and tighter, and time is passing extraordinarily slow.
All found in the entire forest were disguised and well-trained dead men. Once they fell into the hands of Jin Yiwei, they would bite their tongues and commit suicide, never giving Ji Lei a chance to interrogate them.
Where is the King of Chu
Only Xiao Chiye knows!
"Little bastard!" Ji Lei was a little exasperated, he got up and looked around, "Let the Turan City garrison search along the hunting ground!"
* * *
Shen Zechuan climbed out of the water and dragged Xiao Chiye out. But the slope was too steep, he bit on Xiao Chiye's back collar and dragged him up.
Shen Zechuan's left hand was bleeding profusely. He tore off his clothes and dashed in the water, entangled in the wound.
Xiao Chiye leaned against the moss-scarred stone and said, "I have a handkerchief in my arms."
Shen Zechuan reached out to his chest, took out a mud veil, and squeezed the muddy water all over his chest.
Xiao Chiye said, "When will the effect of this medicine pass?"
"An hour, soon."
"Squatting on a tree is better than staying in the water." Xiao Chiye looked at him and saw that he was soaking wet, his back collar was slightly open, and the mud spots were still on his neck, which made it very...
"Jinyiwei has an animal taming station, and animals can smell blood." Shen Zechuan said, bowing his head and gently sniffing his fingertips that were bleeding.
Very charming.
Xiao Chiye looked at him.
It's so fucking strange, this person was still killing people with a knife just now, and he didn't look like his daughter's house. How could he think of such a word
Really fell for Li Jianheng's evil! Reading every day, reading every day, so that he actually thinks like this, looking at it this way, it looks like an old man with special hobbies in Qeduli.
"The swordsmanship is good." Xiao Chiye's eyes seemed to be able to peel off Shen Zechuan's back collar, "I practiced hard in the temple, but this body can't be seen from the outside. Did you use medicine for yourself?"
Shen Zechuan squinted at him, followed his gaze, raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, and asked, "How many times do you watch it in a day, so rare?"
Xiao Chiye licked the remaining blood on the tip of his tongue and said, "This is ambiguous, and it makes me sound like a demon in color."
Shen Zechuan stretched out his hand, put the dirty handkerchief over Xiao Chiye's face, and said, "I thought you were just living in rouge gouache, and I didn't want you to be all men and women."
Xiao Chiye said, "What are you flirting with, Second Young Master just wants you to wipe the mud off your neck."
"Do you want me to wipe it," Shen Zechuan's fingertips stopped between Xiao Chiye's eyebrows across the veil, "or do you want to wipe it for me?"
The cold rain tickled between his brows along his fingers, as if he was full of the temptation, and the dripping water was all swaying water, dripping into the collar, creating a wet and itchy commotion.
Xiao Chiye wanted to drink water, and wanted to keep him away.
He was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "You are very good at it."
"You think a lot." Shen Zechuan tightened his collar, holding the knife and stopped talking.
The rain is fading.
The barking of dogs in the woods came from afar, but neither of them moved. The stone was against the edge of the stream, covered with shrubs, and it was an extraordinarily narrow hiding place that could actually only accommodate one person.
Xiao Chiye waited for a while and heard the man with the dog approaching. Shen Zechuan stuck the wolf's sword in the air, and the cat climbed in from below.
Xiao Chiye felt a heavy weight on his body, and the man touched his chest from below along his legs. The two people were squeezed close to the narrow space, and Xiao Chiye could feel the heat of his thighs rubbing against each other when he rode up, as well as his breathing against his temples.
Xiao Chiye covered his eyes and could freely imagine what posture Shen Zechuan was in in the dark, and his white neck was always lingering.
"I beg you," Xiao Chiye sighed, "Sit on your stomach, don't sit down."
Shen Zechuan didn't move, because the rustling voice above came close.
Xiao Chiye adjusted his breathing, but in this posture, when he raised his head up, he could touch Shen Zechuan's chin, and when he moved down, the tip of his nose could rub along the line of his neck.
Shen Zechuan originally listened to the movement, but suddenly lifted Xiao Chiye's veil and looked at him without speaking.
Xiao Chiye also looked at Shen Zechuan, wondering if he was hit by the blood tonight or what was going on. In short, the hardened place made both of them uncomfortable. The cloth moistened by the rain was close to the body, forming a touch like nothing, as if moving it again, it was intentional friction to start a fire.
The dog on the head was still sniffing.