Good luck every time

Zou Kong was pulled out of the darkness by a group of old men and women. Hands came out from nowhere and gently brushed the dust off his body.

He coughed twice, and someone handed him some water. The lid of the bamboo tube was opened, and the water inside was still slightly warm...

This kind of temperature made Zou Kong feel so warm that he wanted to cry after he had been chased, seriously injured, hid, and threatened by Ding Bai, feeling extremely helpless.

"Young Master, drink quickly. After you've finished drinking, I'll carry you on my back..."

A strong old man stood up.

After taking the time to drink some warm water, he felt much better, and the old man came over and carried him on his back.

The group left here quickly.

Zou Kong breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had finally left Hongliu Villa.

But he soon sensed something unusual about the old people around him.

Each of these people was extremely vigilant, even more vigilant than when they had just stolen him out of Hongliu Villa.

Zou Kong didn't hear much about Ding Bai at first, but in recent days he often heard people mention this name.

Recalling the past, he suddenly realized that it would not be easy to escape from Hongliu Villa this time.

As soon as the thought came to my mind, I heard footsteps coming from all around.

Several old men were facing a great enemy, and the strong old man who had just carried him on his back suddenly said.

"You take the young master and go first. I will stay behind to cover your back."

After hearing this, the old men did not hesitate at all. They had already discussed everything before coming and no one was hesitant.

Someone handed over a long bundle.

The old man took it, his expression extremely solemn.

Only Zou Kong was still hesitating. He was supported by someone and looked a little confused.

Because of his serious injuries, he couldn't do much, but subconsciously reached out to grab the old man.

"Uncle Xiang..."

His hands were empty.

The old man quickly broke away from them and joined the pursuing killers.

Torches lit up in the distance. The old man was clearly walking towards a brighter direction, but Zou Kong felt a deeper sadness in his heart.

He couldn't say that these people were there to save him because he knew clearly that he was a fake.

Just being in the situation, it was hard for him not to be swayed by certain emotions.

He would think of Li Ruyi and wonder if she would do better than him if she were in his situation.

Thinking of this, the pain in my heart becomes even greater.

He always felt that although these people did not come to save him, they would die because of his incompetence.

Good people are always used to reflecting on themselves.

To some extent, this was also one of his human weaknesses that was exploited by Li Ruyi.

After leaving the team, the old men did not relax. They took Zou Kong and quickly shuttled through the woods.

When the killer caught up, he saw an old man standing in the middle of the mountain road.

The old man tried his best to stay there, the night wind blew his messy gray hair, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and shallow, carrying the painful waiting of long years.

He shook his hand, and the long strip of cloth fell off.

The steel blade reflected the moonlight.

Long handle, straight blade, blade pointing upwards,

It was an extremely simple yet extremely sharp knife!

As the old man grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The veins on his rough fingers were clearly visible.

A tattoo that seemed to be very old became more and more conspicuous as he moved tensely. It was a green word "向".

There was no greeting between the two sides, and the old man rushed towards the approaching killer.

If Li Ruyi were here, he would be able to see that the old man's swordsmanship was exactly the same as his own.

What's worse, this old man is much stronger than Li Ruyi.

He practiced hard all his life, never wasting his time, and burned his entire life, as if just for this moment.

The mountain wind blew up the dust and fog all around.

Blood splattered everywhere and the sound of swords clashed.