"Say it! Where is Xiao Ba?"
Chu Qiao's voice sounded cold, the dagger was pushed forward, the blade cut through the skin, and the dark red blood immediately seeped out.
"What... What Xiaoba?" The gloomy and weird man lost his arrogance and pride just now, and tremblingly said, "I don't know Xiaoba, I just work for others."
"Xiao Ba is the owner of this burden, the child you pretended to be."
"I... I don't know," the dwarf said, "It was the fourth young master who found me. I am a guest of Zhuge's family, and I have no grievances or enmities with you."
"You don't know?" Chu Qiao frowned, and looked the man up and down. Seeing the dwarf nodding, anger rose in her heart. She pressed down on her wrist, pierced, rotated, and pulled horizontally. The man's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his pupils Spreading, hands and feet froze, no breathing, only a long blood line was torn across the neck.
"You are not suitable to be a doorman killer for others. You will die sooner or later anyway. It is better to do something good before you die." Chu Qiao looked at the dwarf's body coldly, then squatted down, swung the knife, and lifted the huge body on his body. hooded coat.
Tonight's Zhenhuang City is destined not to be a night suitable for sleeping peacefully. Although it is late at night, the east city gate is still full of lights. The fourth young master of Zhuge Mansion personally sat down and asked Zhenhuang's defenders to dispatch half of their troops to go out of the city for him to capture the fugitive slaves of Zhuge Mansion.
Several groups of people have left one after another, but there is still no news.
Zhuge Yue sat on the horse, behind him was the East City Gate like a huge lion, sleeping under the boundless night. The servants of Zhuge's mansion followed behind him, holding their breath and not daring to speak out, for fear of alarming the furious tiger.
"Fourth Young Master!" Zhu Cheng, wearing a gray robe, quickly ran forward with a short body, leaned into Zhuge Yue's ear and whispered, "Fourth Young Master, Eldest Young Master sent someone to tell you to return home immediately."
Zhuge Yue continued to stare blankly ahead as if he had never heard of it.
Zhu Cheng said anxiously: "It was said that Yan Xun escaped and forced out of the city with people from the Proton House. The Wei family suffered a big fall, Wei Jing had two fingers chopped off, and was taken away as a hostage. "
Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, thought for a while, then frowned and said, "Yan Xun?"
"Yes," Zhu Cheng said, "it's on the main street of Jiuwei between Bailan Temple and Ziwei Square."
The young Zhuge Yue said in a deep voice, "Where did Yan Xun and the others come from?"
"It seems... It seems to be from the direction of Chishui Lake."
"How courageous!" Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, raised his sword eyebrows, and immediately figured out why Wei Shuye led people to surround Zhuge Biefu in Baxing Hutong before, and even fought with the servants inside.
"Which direction did Yan Xun run?"
"Fourth Young Master, Eldest Young Master specifically asked you not to interfere in this matter, absolutely not!"
Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes coming in front of him. The man with a thin body and a huge hood rode his horse back. Before he could reach him, he threw a thin body on the snow with a bang. The clothes of the servants of the government.
The servants on the side shouted loudly: "Fourth young master, Hu Sheng is back."
Zhuge Yue looked at the corpse on the ground, and saw that the person was lying on the snow, his body was stiff, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were covered with blood and mud, he had been dead for a long time. An uncontrollable anger suddenly hit his heart, he slowly raised his head, looked sharply at the dwarf who was no more than three feet tall, and said word by word: "You killed her?"
The man named Husheng turned over and got off his horse neatly, bowed his head forward and knelt on the ground, his voice was low and hard to distinguish in the north wind, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"
"When did I ask you to kill her?" Zhuge Yue was furious, swiped his whip heavily on the back of the visitor, and shouted angrily, "You should die!"
"Master!"
"Ah! There are assassins!"
A series of exclamations suddenly sounded, and at the moment when Zhuge Yue's whip fell on the man's back, the man who was squatting on the ground suddenly raised his head. killer? The child was whipped with a sneer, his figure was like a swift and fierce leopard, it bounced off the ground in an instant, the dagger was swung out, and it lay in front of Zhuge Yue's throat, a small grasping hand restrained his struggle.
"Are you still alive?"
"Thank you, I'm still alive and well." Chu Qiao looked at Zhuge Yue coldly, with vicious eyes, and said slowly, "But I'm not sure how long you can live."
"Let go of my sister!" Chu Qiao sternly said, "Otherwise you and your second old master will go to the underworld to meet you!"
The vast plains are like snow, Guanshan is like iron, and the north wind blows the heavy snow like goose feathers, fluttering in front of everyone's eyebrows. Chu Qiao was wearing an iron-gray cloak, a huge hood covering her clear and clean eyebrows, holding a cold dagger in her small white hands, standing among the thousands of troops, standing with her head held high, without any fear or weakness.
Zhuge Yue smiled coldly, turned his head, and said slowly in a low voice: "Are you really going to kill me?"
The wind and snow blew between the two of them, and suddenly, there was a night owl howling ferociously in the sky, as if those souls who had died unjustly were howling unwillingly in the thick and long night.
Chu Qiao's eyes suddenly became cold and stern, the dilapidated firewood house, the child's innocent smiling face, and a piece of braised pork exuding aroma exploded in her heart like a bomb. She lowered her head slowly, looked into the boy's eyes coldly, and said in a deep voice, "You can give it a try."
"Really?" Zhuge Yue pulled the corners of his mouth, half-closed his eyes, and smiled lightly, "Okay." After finishing speaking, the young man's body suddenly seemed to lose control, and he lowered his head abruptly, and stood up to meet the sharp blade as if committing suicide.
"Master!"
"master!"
All the panicked voices sounded at the same time, as if time was frozen at this second, the huge and noisy voices gathered in one place, forming a chaotic river, roaring violently. Chu Qiao was taken aback, how could she have imagined that this young man's character was so decisive and strong, he would rather commit suicide than be threatened by himself. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and before I had time to think about the meaning of them, Chu Qiao nimbly drew the knife back almost at the same time, but the sharp blade still cut a long line on the young man's neck. Bloodstains up to the ears.
Just when Chu Qiao retracted the saber, Zhuge Yue's body suddenly looked like a dexterous loach. Taking advantage of her distraction, he stood up, took steps, and drew the saber to close it!
All the actions happened in a blink of an eye, and the sound of those exclamations hadn't dissipated, and the young man who was originally held hostage had already escaped, even though the method was such a rupture. But at this moment, he still stood facing the child with his head held high, drew out the long knife at his waist, pointed at the girl with frowning eyebrows from a distance, and said coldly: "You can't kill me."
Blood snaked down from his neck. Although the incision was not deep, there was a large stream of blood gushing out, spreading down his slightly pale skin, and seeping into the thick long fur.
Zhu Cheng immediately ran forward when he saw it, and shouted in horror: "Fourth young master, you are injured, hurry up! Go home, go home!"
Zhuge Yue looked at Chu Qiao coldly, as if he didn't hear Zhu Cheng's words. He reached into his bosom and took out a pure white brocade handkerchief. The blood from his neck gushed out and dripped on the pure white handkerchief. There were spots of bright red, one drop or two, like winter plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
"Quick! Medicine, fourth young master, sit down first, let the slaves bandage you up!"
The pale-faced boy stood on a vast snow field, and an unpredictable sharp edge slowly flashed across his eyes. He raised his right hand flat, veins appeared on the wrist, and he held it tightly. However, after a long time, he suddenly let go of his hand, and the wrinkled brocade handkerchief fell with the howling north wind, flipping it twice in the night. body, was covered by snow, a little bit disappeared.
Does anyone remember whose tears were wiped away by that white veil. In the unpredictable heart of a young man, there was once someone who wanted to protect him. However, the strong wind howls, and everything ends up scattered. At the end of the play, whoever gets into the play the most will be crushed.
"Take it!" Zhuge Yue turned around indifferently, his voice was cold, without any emotion.
The guards of Zhuge's family all went forward, Chu Qiao stood in the middle of the crowd, and drew out a long knife, the blade was shiny, reflecting the child's cold eyes like iron. In it, there is calmness, hatred, prudence in judging the situation, and determination to break the boat, but there is no weakness or regret in the slightest.
She always knew how to survive, always knew what kind of blood hatred she had carried, and always knew what kind of kindness she owed. So, Zhuge Yue, when you cut off Xiao Jiu's arm, when you are about to die with a stick, we are destined to become opposing enemies. I can't kill you, I can only be killed by you, nothing else road.
"Go!" A low voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, none of the servants of Zhuge's family dared to look down on this thin and frail child, and all the agile men rushed forward. The blade slashed down, the cold light flickered, and the sound of crackling was endless. The child was dexterous, like a civet cat, lunged with his left leg, kicked with his right leg, and spun around. The long knife was stained with blood. Throat, exerting force on the fingers, split the tendons and bones, with a crisp cracking sound, the man's eyeballs protruded immediately, and he fell down softly.
Everyone was terrified, but no one retreated. A thick-backed sword suddenly slashed down. Chu Qiao raised her arm to resist, but she was small and weak. Even though the angle was tricky, she was still pushed back two steps, and the blood on her shoulders seeped , obviously injured in the first confrontation.
The guards of Zhuge's family were overjoyed when they saw this. Although this child is resourceful, quick-witted, and ruthless, he is still a child less than eight years old.
Aware of this, everyone rushed forward. Zhuge Yue stood outside the battle situation, his eyes were cold and sharp, his lips were blue and white. Zhu Cheng worriedly covered his wound with gauze. It was snowing all over the sky, and it was desolate.
"Drive!" At this moment, a clear and handsome shout suddenly sounded, and the chaotic sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the north.
Everyone turned their heads and saw hundreds of sturdy horses galloping towards the far north in an instant. The leading young man Bai Qiu Mofa, holding a crossbow arrow, shot like a shooting star and shot down the guards of Zhuge's family in a few strokes.
"Little girl!" The war horse galloped forward, rushing into the crowd in an instant. The young man on the horse picked up Chu Qiao by the waist and put him on the horse's back, his eyes brightened, he laughed and said, "I saved you again, how can you repay me?"
With a swish sound, Chu Qiao slashed a long spear with a knife, and turned her head to glare at Yan Xun, "Are you crazy? Come back at this time, don't you want to live anymore?"