Ning'an raised the knife and stepped forward, and the flames tore through the darkness. They came first, surged into waves of fire, and rushed towards the masked man.
The masked man - Ye Yuan, with a bitter look on his face at this time, stabilized his posture, stretched out his right arm, and tried to block the more ferocious flame wave.
"hurricane!"
Strong winds came from all directions, and finally hit the fire wave together.
The two parties collided fiercely, and the sound and waves roared. Regardless of the overflowing hot wind or scattered sparks, the woods suffered.
Wang Qiren, who had been unconscious for a short time, was pushed by the wind several times and hit a tree stump. His face was distorted and he woke up from the pain.
"Let's go!"
Ye Yuan's face turned pale, he couldn't help but pick up Wang Qiren and ran behind him.
Gangfeng was weak and was slowly suppressed by the flames.
Through the firelight, Ning An saw two fleeing figures.
How can a peacemaker be so good?
Ning An snorted coldly, jumped into the flames, and chased after him.
Rusty.
Ning'an's ears were so sensitive that he immediately sensed someone coming again.
Looking sideways, he saw only flames rising, illuminating the forest with shadows, and burning on the living wood, making a harsh crackling sound.
Where?
Ning An slowed down a little, took steps and looked around.
Snapped!
Ning'an's sense of crisis was blazing, and flames ignited from his body out of thin air. Starlight passed through the connected branches and leaves, making the divine fire a little more solid.
puff!
As soon as the bullet touched Ning'an, it was burned red by the flames. It only slightly sank into the flesh and blood before turning into molten iron and flowing out surrounded by purple flames.
Got a gun!
Luckily it's just a pistol!
Using the divine fire had already consumed too much energy. Ning An looked at the two figures gradually disappearing, suppressed his murderous intent, and slowly retreated.
There was the sound of branches and leaves rubbing together in the forest, and a black shadow flashed continuously, heading towards where the two people were.
Probably the gunman hiding in the dark.
Ning An's eyes were dark and he gently rubbed the injured area, his thoughts turning rapidly.
Who sent these killers?
Looking back on this period of time in this world, I didn't offend many people.
First, on the way to the safe zone, I punched that wretched man, and when I saw the blood, it was normal for me to hold a grudge against myself.
The second is Brother Long and Brother Hu at the park, especially the one with yellow hair. He stabbed himself in the butt, so it’s normal to hold grudges against him. But then I went to ask for "mental damage compensation" again, and I probably didn't have any spare money to hire a killer.
Third, the man in black robe was led into a dark alley by him and suffered a terrible loss.
It shouldn't be the man in black robe, right?
He is obviously very powerful, so why would he hire a killer who is inferior to him to kill him?
Thinking of Wang Qiren who had just escaped, Ning An became even more depressed.
Failure to eradicate the root cause of enmity may lead to disaster in the future.
But who would have expected that a young man who could be killed with a single sword would be supported by a wind swordsman and covered by a secret gunman. He didn't look like a killer, but like a young master who came out to practice, and ended up encountering a tough opponent. The trouble is, the guardians all came out to wipe the young master's butt.
Ning An even suspected that if he got rid of the gunman, a few more would pop up to block his way.
Thinking of this, Ning An became even more depressed.
Let's go back and keep vigil.
With this thought in mind, Ning An tore off the blackened corners of his clothes, wiped away the blood, hung the broadsword on his back again, and walked straight towards the original path.
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The bonfire was a little weaker than when it was last.
Ning An walked over lightly, took off the giant blade, picked two relatively dry wood branches, and stuffed them into the fire.
Silica was still lying on the bed paved with bamboo leaves, seemingly sound asleep, and there was a faint sound of snoring.
But this snoring was too deliberate. Ning An was not a fool, so how could he deceive him?
Not far from the bonfire, water bottles and food bags were bundled together, and a small quilt lay next to it, but Xiao Shisan, who was supposed to be sleeping, was nowhere to be seen.
"Senior Silica, where did Thirteen go?"
The purring became more urgent.
Ning An was about to say a few more words, when a thin rustling sound came from the front.
Xiao Shisan probably saw Ning An coming back, so he put the boxing book in his arms, rounded his legs and ran towards the bonfire.
"Brother Ning!"
Little Thirteen ran up to Ning An in one breath, his eyes particularly bright. Before he could calm down, he spoke hurriedly: "Brother Ning, who is more powerful between you and the boss?"
Compared with Lu Fei?
Ning An rubbed Xiao Shisan's messy hair, wondering what a strange question this was.
But it’s really hard to say.
Since the little beggar traveled far away with the gentleman, the two of them had not seen each other more than once. They only communicated through letters occasionally, but there was no way to tell which one was stronger and which one was weaker.
But when he was beaten, the little beggar fainted, and he could still cover his head and curse. Thinking about it, the little beggar was still inferior to him.
"It's hard to say. You have to ask your boss."
Those memories were so disgraceful that they were hard to talk about, so Ning An could only respond with half-truths and half-truths to remind him that it was time to go to sleep.
Little Thirteen quickly ran to the broad knife, turned around, and looked at Ning An inquiringly.
Ning An waved his hand and said it didn't matter.
Xiao Shisan took a deep breath, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and stood up unsteadily. The blade was connected to the scabbard. He swung it hard a few times and almost fell. Then he carefully put down the broad knife and lay down under the quilt again. .
Ning An shook his head and couldn't figure out what was in this child's little head. He simply stopped thinking about it and just stared at the bonfire aimlessly, adding two pieces of firewood from time to time.
"Go to sleep, little Anzi."
Silica patted Ning An on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you are so angry, if you stay up late, you might get angry."
Ning An's face darkened. He couldn't adapt to being called 'Xiao Anzi' all afternoon, but he was his benefactor and his strength was much stronger than his own. No more tangles.
To be honest, the fire control had consumed a lot of energy just now, and I was already a little tired. At this time, someone was keeping vigil for me, and Ning An was responsible for it. I nodded immediately, said thank you, drank the whole bottle of mineral water in one gulp, and looked at the bamboo leaves. Go to bed.
Wouldn't a bed made of bamboo leaves hurt your back?
Ning An cursed a little, but he didn't stop moving and sat down.
boom!
The bamboo leaf bed suddenly fell apart, and Ning'an fell into the lush bamboo leaves.
It's quite warm too.
Amidst Silica's wanton laughter, Ning An curled his lips and slowly closed his eyes.
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The other side is not so comfortable.
Wang Qiren's face was frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss. He was already half-awake and half-conscious, and he might close his eyes and pass out at any time.
Ye Yuan carried Wang Qiren on his back and escaped for a long time. It wasn't until he vaguely saw the densely packed abandoned high-rise buildings and heard the roar of zombies that he felt a little relieved.
The zombies smelled the smell of blood and moved towards this side in unison.
"Quick! Stop his bleeding!"
Ye Yuan put Wang Qiren down from his back, greeted Anle, who was dressed in black, and then tore off the strips of clothing and tied Wang Qiren's right leg, which was still bleeding.
An Le's eyes were alert. When he heard Ye Yuan's shout, he put away his pistol and quickly came to Wang Qiren. His fingers were placed on his forehead, shining green.
The weeds on the roadside withered quickly, and Wang Qiren's face returned to a bit of rosy color.
After Wang Qiren's injury was stabilized, Anle's spirit became a little sluggish. She put away her fingers, took out the simple medical kit from her backpack, and then went to clean up the wood chips and branches and leaves that had penetrated his right leg.
But don't forget, not far away, zombies are approaching here.
Ye Yuan held the sword and through the moonlight, he could barely make out the outline of the zombies.
Before the zombies could surround them, he strode forward to meet them. Before the zombies gathered together, he raised his sword and beheaded three or five zombies.
The spilled blood stained the night sky red. Ye Yuan deliberately cut the zombies into pieces. After a while, the streets were covered with blood stains. He fought and retreated, but fewer and fewer zombies were chasing him.
When they reached the place where the three of them were resting, they were surrounded by corpses of zombies, and the smell of blood made Anle cough.
Ye Yuan stuck his long sword on the ground, and the wind surged out of the sword and dispersed the blood. The few of them felt better now.
Probably the smell of zombie corpses covered the smell of several people, and the zombies on the high-rise building gradually dispersed.
Ye Yuan then collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
In order to save Wang Qiren tonight, I almost risked my life.
Damn it, what happened to that kid? He took a broad knife and ran over him like a bulldozer. With one blow, the ancient tree held by the three of them could not bear it. His fire-bending skills were even better than his own wind-bending skills. , why are you so unreasonable?
If Anle hadn't had a pistol, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been told to be here.
"Anle, where did the gun come from?"
Being surrounded by a pile of broken corpses, he was already nervous, and when his name was suddenly called, Anle was startled and screamed, "Give it to me!"
"Mao?"
Ye Yuan was stunned and touched his chin thoughtfully.
"The character Mao in 'year' is called... called... um? I forgot."
"forget?"
Hearing 'year', Ye Yuan showed a sudden look on his face, but when he gave such an unreliable answer as 'forgot', he couldn't help but be suspicious and looked at Anle.
Anle was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, thought about it, and finally nodded, with a determined look on his face.
"Yes, forgot!"
This guy looked so cute, but he didn't expect that he was actually a manipulative man who told lies.
Ye Yuan looked unbelieving, but he didn't bother to ask.
Anle felt a little aggrieved, wringing his hands and frowning, trying to think about what the person who gave him the pistol looked like.
But the more I thought about it, the more blurry it became. I only remembered that he was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, and his voice was neutral. He said that he was the Mao character in the year, took out his pistol, fired a shot into the sky, and stuffed it into himself. .
"Minister Ye, what is 'year'?"
This question almost choked Ye Yuan.
Ye Yuanli was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Mambi's Anle, half testing and half hesitating, he said: "You don't even know what 'Nian' is, how dare you ask for what they give you?"
Anle immediately explained: "He forced it on me. When I wanted to return it to him, I couldn't find him."
Ye Yuan then fell silent and looked at this girl with a strange mind.
After a while, he opened his mouth.
"Similar to 'Huangquan', 'Nian' is a violent organization, but it can also be regarded as a semi-official organization. It has a name with the government, has a staff, and is directly ordered by the central government."
"And there are only twelve people in 'Nian', sorted by the heavenly stems. As for the 'Mao' you mentioned, it should be the owner of the Mao character."
"Oh, thank you, Minister Ye."
Anle nodded thoughtfully, thinking that Minister Ye was actually pretty good, but sometimes he wasn't very good at talking.
