The sun is just right, the mountain scenery far and near presents a unique golden elegance, and unknown white flowers are dancing in the sky.
Xin Zhuo took Su Miaojin's hand and walked step by step towards Beifeng, towards the government camp amid flying flowers.
Neither of them spoke.
Xin Zhuo concentrated on the next operation.
Su Miaojin fell into a strange state of freedom and hesitation.
As we slowly approached the edge of the peak, people noticed one after another at the foot of the peak, and the faces that looked over were all dumbfounded.
What is it about holding hands so harmoniously?
Frankly speaking, with Xin Zhuo's handsome appearance, slender figure, and aura that he shouldn't have, he is even more likable than Murong Xiu, a slightly greasy young man.
It goes without saying that Su Miaojin is dressed in a white undershirt, has an exquisite snake bun, and has a beautiful figure and appearance.
Many people even temporarily put aside their prejudices about the gap between the status of an official lady who violated moral ethics and a bandit.
This picture is so beautiful!
Until a drake voice in the voice-changing stage roared: "Thieves, let go of your dirty hands and stay away from my sister!"
Everyone suddenly understood and couldn't help but cursed non-stop.
Su Miaojin finally reacted and hurriedly tried to break free from her hand, but couldn't.
Xin Zhuo grabbed her hand and looked at the dark crowd at the bottom of the peak: "Is the ransom ready? Remember to send it all in the afternoon, but now I have decided to let Miss Su go ahead of time, but let's talk ugly ahead, she has already If you get hit by me, you will die in seven days. No one is allowed to go up the mountain within seven days, otherwise I will never give you the antidote!"
Su Miaojin looked at him blankly, where did the "seven-day death powder" come from? Your own hand was injured and you didn't even get any medicine for bruises.
It was quiet under the peak, and the bandits' various changes made them confused.
Xin Zhuo was about to continue to fool around with a few words when he suddenly noticed an indescribable sharpness and coldness, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. He frowned and looked for it, and saw the studious gentleman standing at a tricky angle and raising his right hand. !
Snipe me?
Xin Zhuo was startled, pulled Su Miaojin over and hugged her into his arms.
The studious gentleman frowned and couldn't help but lower his raised hand!
"What a thief!"
"Let go of my sister!"
"Let go of Miss Su!"
There was a mess of curses, gnashing of teeth, jealousy, and hatred at the bottom of the peak.
However, at this moment, in Su Miaojin's ears, it seemed as if all the sounds in the world had disappeared!
Feeling Xin Zhuo's firm and warm embrace, she couldn't stop trembling slightly and her head was buzzing.
There is no girl in the world who has not imagined that one day, under the spotlight of everyone, she will make a grand appointment with her beloved...
But, he is a bandit!
How could he humiliate me in public?
At this moment, she felt Xin Zhuo pressing against her ear, blowing her breath on her ear, and saying gently:
"Go home and take care of yourself from now on. Don't get robbed again! Go!"
He gently pushed her body and gave her a push.
Watching Su Miaojin stagger forward.
Xin Zhuo immediately moved a distance, just forming a three-point line between Su Miaojin and Mr. Studious, and then slowly retreated.
If the opponent's hidden weapon can reach 800 meters away and still make a turn, you will lose.
Su Miaojin turned around and looked at Xin Zhuo blankly. After a while, she walked towards the bottom of the peak with a blank look on her face. Her steps were weak. She didn't know if it was because she had been in a bandit camp for a long time. Once she was free, she didn't know how to face others, or something else. I can't sort out my thoughts, and in short, I feel infinitely sad.
She walked down the stairs to the top of the mountain just a few steps away. She seemed to have walked for a long time. She didn't know when she reached the stairs, and finally couldn't help but look back again and asked:
"Why do you want to be a thief? Why do you do things like robbery? Why can't you go down the mountain and make a good living?"
Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment. It was difficult for her to answer this question, and it was also difficult for her to understand, so she had to say:
"My grandfather was a bandit. I couldn't choose my origin. I had no choice but to survive and beg for food. What's wrong with that?
Who wouldn’t want a white horse in a brocade suit to whistle in the west wind, and a golden cup of fine wine to amuse the beautiful servants? I don’t have that!
You rich people will only say why not eat minced meat, but how funny is it that the poor people are penniless, cannot afford one meal a day, have a leaky house, and suffer from continuous rain all night long? Ha ha……"
As he said that, he put his feet down and walked away quickly.
Seeing Xin Zhuo disappearing gradually, Su Miaojin was stunned. His words kept echoing in her mind. She didn't know what kind of sadness or sadness it was, and she burst into tears unknowingly.
"Sister, don't cry, don't be afraid! I'm here!"
Su Zefeng, who had already stepped forward to greet him, hurried over in a hurry.
On the other hand, the studious gentleman shouted coldly: "No, Xin Zhuo is using the empty door to move holes. If the bandit wants to escape, kill him!"
The policemen all over the mountains and plains finally realized what they were doing. They rushed to the top of the mountain like a tsunami to kill the thieves, but where could they find even half a human figure?
…
Xin Zhuo mastered the "Flying Dance" skill. Stepping on thorns and grass, he reached the top of the mountain where Shuiyue Temple was located with a stick of incense. He followed the side of the mountain and went straight to the direction of Qiugong Pavilion.
Looking back, there was no movement in the dense forest behind me.
He rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and quickened his pace.
In front of them are six or seven mountains in a row, with desolate forests connecting desolate forests. According to the footsteps of Cui Ying'er and the others, they may have reached Qiugong Pavilion or passed Qiugong Pavilion.
At this moment, a subtle sound of breaking wind came from behind.
coming!
My heart tightened, and I hurriedly moved around, flipping out three or four meters, when I heard a "dong" sound next to my ears.
Not far away, the trunk of a century-old tree was punctured with a gap the size of a finger.
He turned around sharply and saw the studious gentleman with long sleeves and flying gray hair, who was not far behind him like a ghost.
This old man's Qinggong is very good. His body is as light as nothing and he can swim at extremely fast speeds.
Xin Zhuo didn't get angry, but chuckled: "What a good old man, you're not that good at all, you didn't catch me!"
What answered him was a shining silver flying needle, which pierced the air and shot at extremely high speed, making a harsh "jiu" sound.
Xin Zhuo moved and turned again, narrowly escaping, but his clothes were torn.
The two sides just chased and shot.
I don’t know how long I ran, but the road ahead reached an uphill slope. Xin Zhuo climbed up the slope, and Mr. Studious caught up with him, so the straight-line distance was inevitably shortened.
A cold glint flashed in Mr. Studious's eyes. He had figured out Xin Zhuo's habitual dodge method, which was to the left.
Seeing Xin Zhuo start to climb the peak, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Three silver needles whizzed away, sealing Xin Zhuo's left, middle and right paths.
At this time, Xin Zhuo tried to hide again, but it was already too late, so he had to turn on his side. Unfortunately, he could barely escape one of them, but he was hit by the other two. He groaned and spurted out a mouthful of blood: "Old thief, I won't let you go even if you are a ghost." Pass you!"
Staggered to the ground and died!
Mr. Studious frowned, put his hands behind his back, and approached step by step. When he got closer, he looked at Xin Zhuo, who had his eyes closed and no longer breathing, and kicked his leg: "Boy, you dare to rob anyone, really... "
Before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred. The little thief who was supposed to be dead suddenly jumped up, and the knife came out like a dragon, cutting through the sky. The bright knife light was as fast as a floating light, and the shadows of the knife followed closely behind. , dazzling.
Mr. Studious was startled. In fact, he was already on guard, but he didn't expect the other party to be so decisive. He tried to hide again, but it was already too late, so he had to desperately mobilize his energy and use Qinggong to retreat.
"puff--"
The chest was cut flat with a knife, and there were more than a dozen small wounds in various directions, which were deep enough to reach the bone.
The whole person flew out upside down, blood flying in the air, dyeing a patch of thorns red.
"Boom!"
He landed heavily on the ground and struggled to stop himself. He felt an unbearable pain in his chest, and his internal organs were squeezed outwards, leaving him without any fighting strength.
What a terrifying realm-changing sword technique!
What an insidious little thief!
Sure enough, it only takes one knife to do it!
wrong! Was the true energy condensed just now, and the sword energy was released?
This is the characteristic of entering the seventh level. A few days ago, he was still at the eighth level.
This is almost five or six years of achievement for a talented warrior. Why does he advance so quickly at his age?
He raised his head with a horrified expression and looked at Xin Zhuo, only to find that the other person was smiling, revealing a pair of dimples, smiling happily.
He looked at the opponent's body and saw that the hidden weapon had already hit him...
"Why?"
"Oh, you mean why I was hit but I was fine?"
Xin Zhuo smiled and opened his clothes and turned around, "Is it unexpected?"
"puff--"
The studious man felt that his internal organs were on fire, his heart was burning, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out.
PS: I beg you to read it every day and invest in it. This is related to whether the book can be continued. In fact, the story in the author's mind is slippery. The millions of words will not be sloppy and involve vulgarity, competitions, harems, etc. I I’m so excited that I’m afraid I won’t be able to write.
A few chapters later.
