'brush! 'Breaks of silver light streaked across the air with a strong killing intent. Wherever the sword energy passed, the guards fell to the ground and died. The red blood oozed out of the wound and stained the green grass on the ground...
Tuoba Hao's face was livid, Murong Xue's martial arts were better than he imagined, even if she was injured, the Turkic guards couldn't catch her...
Pointing to his toes, Tuoba Hao arrived in front of Murong Xue in the blink of an eye, grabbed a long sword casually, and stabbed viciously at her...
Murong Xue did not show any weakness, and went straight to meet the long sword. The two fought again, and the sound of the fierce exchange of weapons was deafening...
'Whoosh! There was a slight sound of breaking wind, and hundreds of Turkic guards came to reinforce them.
Murong Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, this is the Turkic King City, there will be more and more Turkic guards, and she is only alone, if she continues to fight like this, she will undoubtedly lose.
Suddenly raised her foot and kicked Tuoba Hao on the chest, kicked him four or five meters away, and smashed heavily on the Turkic guards who rushed forward, Murong Xue tapped her toes, her slender body flew away towards the distance …
Looking at her figure flying away quickly, Tuoba Hao's eyes were red, and he ordered sharply: "Catch her quickly, don't let her run away."
"Yes!" The guards took the order, hurriedly got up, and flew to chase Murong Xue...
Murong Xue pushed Qinggong to the extreme with all her strength, like the wind, she flew forward quickly, and the guards who were chasing after her were left far behind by her, and they were getting farther and farther away from her.
I don't know how long it took, Murong Xue felt the surroundings quiet down, and there was no follower behind her, she let out a long sigh of relief, and fell lightly to the ground: she finally got rid of the Turkic guards, Turkic is so big, they want to It's not that easy to find her...
There was a sudden needle-like pain in her chest, Murong Xue couldn't help but stretched out her hand to cover her chest, and suddenly remembered that she was hurt by Tuoba Hao, and she hadn't had time to treat it...
Su Bai reached into her sleeve with a small hand, took out a few silver needles, and pierced them neatly near her heart: there was no medicine around her, so she could only use silver needles to heal her wounds...
With the arrival of the silver needles one by one, the pain in Murong Xue's chest was suppressed, and a warm current rose slowly in her heart veins. Murong Xue let out a long sigh of relief: Damn Tuoba Hao, at least he used it. 100% skill, otherwise, she would never be beaten and vomit blood.
The next time I see him again, I will never forgive him lightly.
Rustling, a slight sound came to her ears suddenly, Murong Xue looked up, and saw a cute little boy of Yuxue sitting in the tall grass, holding dozens of green grass and gnawing... bite…
Someone is eating grass, she read it right!
Murong Xue blinked vigorously, only to see that little boy was still sitting in the grass, holding the grass and gnawing...
The little boy was wearing a light blue robe, ink cloud boots on his feet, and a red gold wreath necklace around his neck. He was clearly a child of a rich family. How could he be eating grass here? Look at his bitter gnawing grass pose, he is still very hungry!
Murong Xue was puzzled, walked forward slowly, took out a greased paper bag from her sleeve and handed it to the little boy.
There were only three pieces of red shortbread left in the oiled paper bag, which she put in when she had her breakfast in the morning, and it was already cold without any heat, but its golden color indicated that it was a high-quality snack.
Seeing the red shortbread cake, the little boy suddenly stopped gnawing grass, raised his head bit by bit, and looked at Murong Xue in puzzlement.
Murong Xue smiled slightly: "This is for you, if you like it, eat it."
The little boy's dark eyes burst into bright light. He took the red shortbread and stuffed it into his mouth. In an instant, the unique sweetness of the pastry spread in his mouth. The little boy deflated his mouth and threw himself Murong Xue burst into tears in her arms.
"What's wrong?" Murong Xue didn't know why, she patted the little boy's back and comforted him softly.
"The pastries you gave are so delicious. I have been hungry for a day and a night. I am so hungry that I have no choice but to eat grass to satisfy my hunger..." The little boy's choked voice was full of grievances.
"What's going on?" Murong Xue frowned in confusion, and gently wiped the tears on the little boy's face with a silk handkerchief: the expensive clothes and accessories on the little boy all showed that he was favored at home, why? Will it be reduced to a day and a night without eating
"I came out to ride a horse and got lost." The little boy said with a twitch.
Murong Xue: "..."
"Are there any guards around you, boy?"
"Followed, but we accidentally got separated!" The little boy cried.
Murong Xue: "..."
The prairie is huge, and the grass on the prairie is also a little tall. The horses run at different speeds and directions, so it is indeed easier to get lost.
"Where's your horse?"
"Run away! It's a little pony that was brought in not long ago. It didn't listen to me very well. I was weak. I didn't hold it for a while, and it ran away..." The little boy said sadly.
Murong Xue: "..."
A small child is not as tall as a pony, so it's normal that he can't hold it.
"Do you know the way home?"
"I don't know." The little boy shook his head. He only remembered that after he left the house, the little pony carried him and ran, kept running, ran, ran, and came here. The little pony was too fast. , he can't remember where it went...
Murong Xue: "..."
Well, she shouldn't expect a child of a few years old to keep track.
"What's your name?" Murong Xue looked at the little boy and asked softly: The little boy doesn't remember where he lives at all, and she wants to send him back, so she must know some information about him and help him find out about his home.
"Ali." The little boy said softly.
"How old is it?" Murong Xue asked again.
"Six years old!" The little boy replied in a childish voice.
"Who is your father?" Murong Xue asked.
"Husband!" The little boy said with a smile, Murong Xue had no time to wonder why the name was so weird, the little boy said again: "My mother often calls my father that!"
Murong Xue: "..."
She shouldn't expect a six-year-old child to accurately remember her father's name.
"Then what's your mother's name?"
"Miss, my father often calls her that." The little boy smiled, his eyes crooked, as if he was proud of himself for remembering this name.
Murong Xue rubbed his forehead helplessly, a six-year-old child who doesn't know his father's name, she shouldn't expect him to remember his mother's name, but if she wants to send him home, she must know who his parents are.
"Then do you still remember how other people called your father?"
The little boy thought about it seriously, and said with a smile: "General, there are a few uncles who often call me daddy by that."