Because of excessive blood loss, Qijian was a little confused. Hearing what Zhexiu said, it took a while to react. He became sober in an instant, and his face became paler. On the expressive face, the eyes that had obviously lost their energy, the body suddenly became extremely stiff.
"You...can't see?" Qijian said with a trembling voice, and was about to get off his body.
Zhexiu didn't intend to let him come down, both hands grabbed his legs like iron bars, making it impossible for him to leave.
Feeling the warmth and strength from his legs, Qi Jian was ashamed and anxious, trying to leave with all his strength. No matter how much he struggled, Zhe Xiu didn't respond, just stood like a statue. Qijian's strength was getting weaker and weaker, and the extent of his struggle was also getting smaller and smaller. Finally, he gave up and fell weakly on his shoulders again.
At this time, he looked at Zhexiu again, the expressionless face that he hated so much, the dead face that he just wanted to stay away from, suddenly had some inexplicable taste.
Yes, it really looks like a statue, like a wolf standing on a cliff looking into the distance, or a boy.
Unknowingly, Qi Jian's heart became much softer, and his eyes also softened. Looking at Zhe Xiu's face, his pale face showed an expression of admiration, but for some reason, he felt very sad, especially When he looked into Zhexiu's eyes, he began to cry, crying very sadly.
Zhe Xiu's expression was still indifferent, as if he was not affected by his inability to see things at all, and said: "If crying can solve the problem, I am definitely the one who is the best at crying in the world."
On the snow field, in the battle with the demons, there are countless life-and-death problems that need to be solved.
Feeling ashamed, Qijian raised his arm and used his sleeve to wipe the tears off his face, but he couldn't wipe it off because the tears kept flowing.
Zhe Xiu's voice became hesitant: "Or... you..."
Then he was silent for a while, and then said: "Don't cry, it's okay."
Obviously, he is not good at comforting people, let alone coaxing people, so his tone is a bit blunt, but it is more sincere because of it.
Qijian sniffled, hummed a little aggrieved, and didn't know who the grievance was for, and then said in a low voice: "Then... let's go."
Zhexiu looked at the darkness in front of him, collected himself and said, "It's still in the direction of Pan Shanlinyu."
Qijian supported his shoulders, raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the straight mountain road in front of the two, and said, "Go straight ahead, turn right after four hundred feet, I will say."
Without any hesitation, Zhe Xiu hugged his legs tightly and walked forward without any doubts about his words.
This made Qijian a little moved, but also a little puzzled.
The mountain wind was blowing on Zhe Xiu's face, and he had simply closed his eyes.
Then, the mountain wind fell on Qijian's little face.
The wind seemed to carry a certain temperature.
Qi Jian felt a little warm and at ease.
In the mountains and fields of Zhouyuan, there were non-stop footsteps, Qijian's innocent and weak guidance, and Zhexiu's still calm and indifferent reply.
"Slow down, there is a hurdle ahead."
"A small stream, two feet long, opposite to the sandy land."
"Are you okay?"
"Hurry up."
"But… "
"No but."
"Be careful, don't hit the tree."
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According to Zhexiu's idea, they must find those human cultivators in the Zhou Garden as soon as possible, but they ran for dozens of miles, but they didn't meet any of them. The vast majority of human cultivators gathered in those gardens last night according to the arrangement of Chen Changsheng or the girl in white.
Thinking about it now, this should be something that the legendary military adviser of the Demon Race had already figured out.
The Zhou Garden is isolated from the outside world, and human practitioners will inevitably fight among themselves in order to compete for magic weapons or inheritance. Even if someone succeeds in stopping the chaos, the human cultivators who enter the park will definitely be concentrated in several areas, and the targets of Zhexiu and Lishan Sword Sect disciples, who must be killed by the demons, are more likely to go their own way. thing.
Zhexiu and Qijian stopped at a certain cliff, and they were still dozens of miles away from the nearest gathering place of human practitioners, Pan Shanlinyu.
On the hillside behind them, two extremely long figures reflected by the setting sun could already be seen.
The couple of magic generals had already caught up, still carrying the load and the big iron pot, it seemed like moving house, but actually the speed was a bit frightening.
Qijian coughed twice in pain, his little face became even paler, and he reported: "Southwest, the star position of Guizhen, about... six miles, no, five miles."
For them, the shadows of the magic couple on the hillside in the distance are like the shadow of death, and they must find a way to get rid of them.
"They stopped." Qijian was a little surprised.
Zhexiu said, "They are watching which way we will go."
Although he can't see any scenery now, he walked with Chen Changsheng many times in these mountains and plains around Zhou Garden two days ago, keeping the geographical environment in mind. If they still follow the original plan and go to Panshan Forest Language to meet up with human practitioners, the couple of magic generals only need to thrust in diagonally and pass through a forest to intercept them.
Zhexiu was silent for a moment, calculated the distance and positional relationship between the two sides, and knew that there was no way to get to Panshan Linyu.
He vaguely remembered hearing someone at the lakeside say that the demons could know their location at any time.
Even if the other party can't grasp their own position, now it seems that the couple are worthy of being demon generals. It was clearly two people chasing two people, but they used military tactics and formations—the pursuit and escape had lasted for several moments In time, they had no way to get closer to Pan Shanlin Yu, and instead were forced farther and farther away.
With Qijian behind his back, Zhexiu felt the last afterglow falling on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned and looked to the southwest.
He couldn't see it, but he wanted to see the pair of magic generals who wanted to kill him.
The hillside in the distance, shrouded in sunset glow, is burning.
Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming were standing in the burning meadow, also looking at them.
Looking at each other from a distance.
"I'm going to start running."
Zhexiu suddenly said, calm and firm.
Can't see the way, but want to run
Qijian was very surprised, and subconsciously clenched the hand on his shoulder.
Zhexiu said: "You can report their location at any time and guide me at the same time. Now... you first tell me how steep the cliff in front of you is."
Qijian's voice was very weak, and at this time he was trembling even more, because he was nervous, and after looking at it for a while, he said, "It's about four or three quarters... Are you really good at it?"
"It's sure to fall a lot, just get up and run."
Zhexiu was silent for a while, then said: "It will hurt you if you fall, don't cry."
Qijian hummed lightly.
Zhe Xiu was silent for a while, and said, "Hold tight."
Qijian hummed softly again, then put his arms around his neck tightly, leaning his head on his shoulder.
Having made all the preparations, Zhe Xiu took a deep breath, and the true essence in his body was running violently, suppressing the peacock feather poison that was trying to disperse from his eyes to more places, and then squatted down.
As he moved, his knees bent strangely in a way beyond human imagination.
The front end of the boot on his foot was split open, sharp claws protruded from the dark wolf fur, and pierced into the hard cliff rock, making a screeching sound.
At the same time, countless hard and rough hairs grew on the edges of his cheeks and neck.
His pupils became blood red due to demonization, and mixed with the green toxin in the depths of his pupils, turning into a very strange color.
It looks like a fresh lemon fruit, sour and powerful, which can stimulate countless spirits.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
Qi Jian didn't answer, but he hugged her tightly and leaned even tighter.
Zhexiu seemed a little surprised. After a moment of silence, the corners of his lips raised slightly, probably smiling.
If Chen Changsheng saw this scene, he would be very surprised, because he didn't remember seeing Zhe Xiu laughing before.
It's a pity that Qijian buried his face in his neck at this time and didn't see it.
Zhexiu didn't say anything more, hugged Qijian's legs tightly, and rushed down the extremely steep rock wall at the bottom of the cliff.
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Sand and stone were splashed, and rock debris flew in disorder.
Zhexiu ran wildly in the mountains with Qijian on his back. Every time his feet fell, they would penetrate deeply into the hard cliffs, and the effect of gripping the ground was excellent.
Peacock Ling's toxin damaged his eyes, but did not affect his other abilities.
After being demonized, the wolf boy has almost perfect balance and speed, the use of power in running, and the instinctive adaptation to the environment are so powerful that it is unimaginable.
In just a moment, he rushed to the bottom of the cliff with Qijian on his back.
The magic general couple on the hillside a few miles away obviously did not expect that they would choose this way. They broke through in this direction and paused for a while before starting to chase again.
Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the cliff trembled slightly, followed by two dust dragons.
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"Nanye, Zhen star position, four miles away."
Qijian retracted his gaze, and said in a weak voice as clearly as possible: "Three hundred, two hundred and four, two hundred, one hundred and seventeen, stone steps, inclined four corners, ready to jump!"
Zhexiu was like a real young male wolf, running wildly in the mountains with him on his back, turned into a gray shadow, jumped more than ten feet forward, and jumped directly to the top of the stone steps.
Feeling the sharp shock coming from below, Qi Jian felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, but resisted not making any sound, and said weakly, "Go straight for four hundred feet and enter the forest?"
At this time, Zhexiu was fully focused on running, and did not answer, just nodded.
Qijian put his head on his shoulder again, feeling the constant vibrations, looking at the forest that was getting closer and closer, his hands tightened, and his mood became more nervous.
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I couldn't see the road, and I was carrying a seriously injured person on my back, but I still wanted to run as fast as possible.
And it's in the mountains.
It's crazy.
What Zhexiu does is such a crazy thing.
There is a price to be paid for madness.
Even though he has turned into a demon, Qijian tried his best to calculate and pointed him the way, but it was still inevitable to fall, and it was a heavy fall.
But just like on the cliff, as he said, every time he fell, he would get up again without stopping, and then continue to run.
Because only such a crazy and desperate rush can survive.
When he fell several times at the beginning, Shichi would always close his eyes subconsciously, but later he no longer closed his eyes, because every time he fell, Zhexiu would always use his strong body coordination ability to adjust his body before falling to the ground. Make sure that you are the one who bears the most impact, and try not to let him suffer any damage.
No matter where they fall is mud or sand, soft streams, or hard or even sharp cliffs.
Qijian no longer closed his eyes, not because the protection of Zhexiu made him no longer afraid, but because he wanted to see the road ahead as clearly as possible, hoping that he could fall a few times less.
Zhexiu's body was already full of wounds, and blood was flowing continuously.
He closed his eyes, lowered his head, remained silent, and continued to run wildly.
Qi Jian hugged him tightly, her eye circles were already red.
She wants to cry.
But he said don't cry.
She is obedient.
So she doesn't cry.
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All the way to chase and escape.
Looking at Muyu, but can't get close, can only move forward in parallel.
Ultimately, there is no way out.
Zhexiu came to the outskirts of the grassland with Qijian on his back, and finally stopped running.
Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming also stopped their pursuit.
The magic general couple looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance, and the figure of the young couple in front of the half of the sun, with expressions of admiration in their eyes.
Zhexiu lowered his head, breathing heavily.
Sweat and blood were all over his body and face, making the dark hair tangled together and looking extra messy.
Qijian leaned against his shoulder, against those hard and prickly hairs, which should be uncomfortable, but she felt very soft.
"I'm sorry." He said apologetically, "I didn't give you the right directions."
Zhexiu said blankly, "I couldn't run fast enough."
The setting sun in the distance is still hanging in the sky, I don't know why it is not completely swallowed by the horizon.
The boundless and vast grassland glows golden under the sunset, like the square of the Kingdom of God.
This is the most central, most mysterious, and most dangerous place in Zhou Garden—the legendary grassland on which the sun never sets.
For hundreds of years, many practitioners tried to enter this grassland, but those who entered never came back alive, leaving only some rumors.
It is also very strange to say, if it is true that no one can leave this grassland alive, then how did these rumors survive
"Where are we going next?" Qijian asked softly.
Going forward is this grassland, which is death.
Turning around is fighting and death.
Just like what Tang Sanshiliu and Chen Changsheng said at the Ivy Banquet, Qijian is a very weak child.
But after all, he is a disciple of Li Shan Sword Sect, and he is the closed disciple of Li Shan's head sect. He is wearing Li Shan's magic sword around his waist.
In his opinion, if one is going to die, then of course one has to turn around and do the final battle.
Zhexiu didn't turn around, and didn't ask for his opinion. With his back on his back, he walked into the grassland about one person tall.
"No one can come out of this grassland alive." Qijian said nervously.
"I'm not a man, I'm a wolf."
Zhexiu said: "The grassland is my home, I don't believe that any grassland can trap me."
Qijian didn't say anything more, hugged him, and rested her head on his shoulder comfortably.
The same weeds are everywhere in the grassland, and he no longer needs to guide the way.
So go where you want, as far as you want, and as long as you want.
Even if it is a dead end, if someone is with you, you have to go to the end to have a look.
Weeds, rubbing their clothes, made a rustling sound.
The sun in the distance still hasn't set.
As stubborn as they are.
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