After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Xie Nanxing knew that he was different from these guards. He had to seize every opportunity to rest in order to keep up with these people.

But the fishy, ​​sweet and sticky feeling on his body kept reminding Xie Nanxing what he had experienced along the way.

Especially when he closed his eyes, what emerged in his mind was the scene of living people sacrificing their lives for him one after another.

Shaking his head to drive the blood from his mind, Xie Nanxing forced himself to forget it all.

He couldn't be tired, and he couldn't think about how many people had died along the way to save him.

Only by living can he live up to those who died to protect him: "I'm not tired, you guys eat your dry food and take a short rest, we'll continue on our journey when you have recovered your strength."

"The moon is bright now, and my eyesight is not bad. I will wake you up if there is any movement."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards who were sitting on the ground eating dry food quickly surrounded Xie Nanxing.

One of them went into the bushes and placed his sword on a man who was a bit large but exceptionally agile.

These people were all Xiao Gao's acquaintances, so even if a knife was held to his neck, Xiao Gao stood upright as if nothing had happened.

But just as he straightened his back, the man with the knife on his neck kicked him to his knees.

He raised his head and glared at the guard who had eaten his jerky in the past with resentment, and the sword on his neck was finally away from him.

Turning his head to look at Xie Nanxing who was being well protected, Xiao Gao jumped a little with a smile: "Master, it's the servant."

Upon hearing this, Xie Nanxing half poked his head out from the crowd of guards. Looking at the man in front of him who was dressed in rags and had two scratches on his face from tree branches, Xie Nanxing hurried over to him.

"Why are you following me?"

Xie Nanxing frowned and felt a little sour in his nose.

The reason why he didn't bring Xiao Gao was not because he was worried that Xiao Gao would hold him back, because no one left by Shen Jinmo to be by his side could become a burden to him.

Xie Nanxing just simply hopes that Xiao Gao will be fine.

Eat well, sleep well, and become plump.

Answering a question that was not related to the question: "I got into the carriage box and followed you here."

He took out a pancake and handed it to Xiao Gao: "It's so dangerous, and you still rushed over here, are you stupid..."

Xiao Gao ate the biscuits given by Xie Nanxing in big mouthfuls. He hadn't eaten for a long time since leaving the carriage.

It is the cold winter in this desolate mountain and wilderness, and there is not even a green leaf in the forest, let alone fruits to fill the stomach.

After a short rest, everyone continued on their journey under the moonlight.

Xiao Gao smiled and saw that Xie Nanxing was a little depressed, so he began to explain seriously: "When I am not with you, no one can make medicine as well as I do, and you are used to the dishes I cook, so you will definitely not be used to the dishes cooked by others."

"Besides, I am your servant, so I shall serve you for my whole life."

"Besides, the master is so fierce, I might be scared to death by him."

He kept on mumbling tirelessly, mixed with his slightly panting voice.

The bloody escape journey began to become clean because of Xiao Gao's presence.

Several short arrows were shot from both sides. Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, the five guards blocked all the arrows. Xie Nanxing pushed Xiao Gao behind him with one hand, and quickly used the sleeve arrow to accurately shoot the person who showed up.

The sound of fighting attracted a dozen secret guards. Xie Nanxing leaned against a big tree and quickly reloaded three arrows into his empty sleeve.

The moonlight reflected the cold light of the blade. Xie Nanxing suddenly pounced on Xiao Gao, pressed on him and killed the secret guard who was very close to them.

Xie Nanxing, who had been well protected along the way, had a cut on his arm that was neither deep nor shallow.

The surrounding fighting stopped, Xie Nanxing climbed up from Xiao Gao's body, and handed the golden wound medicine on his waist to the pale Xiao Gao: "Why don't you apply the medicine to your master?"

Xiao Gao lowered his head and bandaged Xie Nanxing's wound, tears streaming down his face. "Master, this is the first time I've seen you injured."

Or because Xiao Gao was injured.

"Nonsense." The night was too cold, and Xie Nanxing's pain was not obvious: "When I first arrived at the Princess's Mansion, my injuries were much more serious than this."

After switching the hidden arrow to the hand that was not retracted, Xie Nanxing patted Xiao Gao's cheek and asked, "Are you scared?"

He shook his head, helped Xie Nanxing to stand up, and they all continued on their way forward.

People who are fleeing always have more perseverance than those who are being chased. From the time the moon passed the zenith to the dawn, Xie Nanxing and his group did not encounter any ambushes.

After walking another four or five miles, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Xiao Gao put his clothes on Xie Nanxing and looked at the wound on Xie Nanxing's arm, feeling distressed.

The secret guard suddenly shouted: "Hide and protect the master."

Xiao Gao quickly hugged Xie Nanxing and rolled on the ground, then protected Xie Nanxing behind a tree that required three people to hug.

Swords clashed, the sounds of fighting grew louder and louder, and blood and killing were getting closer and closer to Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing, who was hiding in the small space between a small tree and a big tree, could not see any light from the sky, and even had nowhere to shoot the arrow in his sleeve.

The sound of fighting went away from Xie Nanxing. After a long time, Xie Nanxing raised his hand and patted Xiao Gao's arm to urge him on.

"Xiao Gao, they're gone, we have to continue running away."

Xiao Gao was like a small mountain blocking Xie Nanxing. Without saying a word, he supported himself with trembling arms and tried his best to move away from Xie Nanxing.

Xiao Gao, who had just managed to stand half of his body straight, suddenly turned sideways and blocked the sharp blade stabbed by a secret guard who was pretending to be dead with his body.

Xiao Gao, with his mouth full of red, shouted, "Master, hurry up and leave."

The pain went from the ears to the heart, and from the heart to the eyes. The transparent tears fell harder than the snow on the mountain.

As if venting his emotions, Xie Nanxing shot three arrows at the secret guard.

One arrow pierced his throat, one arrow pierced his heart, and the last arrow landed on the wrist holding the arrow.

Xie Nanxing knelt on the ground and tried to help Xiao Gao up, but he found that there was no place to put his hands on Xiao Gao's fleshy back.

One, two, five, fifteen...

There was no way that the secret guards had not discovered it. All that mattered was that Xiao Gao used his entire body to block twenty-three arrows for Xie Nanxing.

He didn't make a sound or move, which made the secret guards ignore Xie Nanxing, who was protected by Xiao Gao with his life.

Xie Nanxing hurriedly took out the life-saving pills that Shen Jinmo had prepared for him in advance and stuffed them into Xiao Gao's mouth.

Before he even took the pill, Xie Nanxing's palms, which had already been frozen, felt as if they were burning with fire.

With one trembling hand he suppressed the bright red that kept flowing out of Xiao Gao's chest, and with the other hand he kept stuffing pills into Xiao Gao's mouth.

Xiao Gao, with a mouth full of blood and who dared not speak, patted Xie Nanxing's arm with his chubby little hands.

Once, twice, three times...

Xiao Gao couldn't take any more pictures. He looked up at Xie Nanxing and smiled, "Master, please don't cry."

"Following you... Xiao Gao has already eaten all the meat in his life."

"This life of yours... is not... not at a loss."

"That is... that is, I can't accompany the master in the future. Others... can't make medicine or cook... properly. What should I do..."