Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Although there was no effect and it made him feel uncomfortable, it was an additional way and an additional choice. He could not be anxious anymore, so Su Ge just watched him bandage himself and apply medicine.

What he said: Wounds opened, multiple times...

I didn't hear a word she said. She was so nagging. I finally understood the abilities of the elderly, but I didn't feel annoyed. Instead, I felt a little relieved.

The fact that the old man can talk shows that he is in good health.

Even if he could talk, Sugo couldn't listen anymore. The feeling of discomfort became more and more obvious, but he couldn't see anything. He just felt more resistant to this place.

"Old man, I really can't stay any longer. I have to go. My friends are waiting for me to have dinner."

This time it was quick, and she ran out before he could react.

"Stop pulling on the wound."

His heart was pounding with anxiety, but he was at a loss like a headless fly, not knowing where the place that could make him feel at ease was.

He was not the only one who felt like a headless fly, it was just that the time was different.

As early as after Su Ge left, Song Yue's feeling of uneasiness became more and more obvious. Thinking that something had happened to Su Ge, she turned around and went to look for him.

The carriage swayed a few times and then stopped. Song Yue didn't understand why it stopped. Wasn't he told to turn back?

Just as he was about to push open the car door, Mo Shisan pulled him over and made him lie down.

As the car shook, the bright red hairpin fell onto the ground and broke into two pieces.

The two men looked at each other, but did not dare to move at all, because an arrow feather brushed past their heads.

Song Yue finally realized that the unlucky one was not Su Ge, but herself.

Looking at the hairpin broken into two pieces, I felt that it was a very bad omen. If something was damaged for no reason, the ending would not be good.

Mo Shisan held her tightly in his arms, the noisy heartbeat failing to disturb him. But soon, he rushed out of the car door while holding Song Yue, and landed on the ground and slid under the car.

What was invisible was the carriage that had been shot into a hedgehog. What was visible was the coachman staring at the bottom of the carriage with his eyes wide open and a large pool of blood.

"Don't be afraid."

Noticing Song Yue's nervousness, he spoke to comfort her.

He drew out the soft sword he had been carrying, raised his hand and touched Song Yue's head: "Hide well, wait for me to pick you up."

But at this moment, the shiny bracelet on his hand broke, and the beads scattered all over the floor in front of Song Yue.

She was afraid and didn't dare let him go out.

He held her tightly with his hands, his eyes filled with absolute determination.

But Mo Shisan knew what was going to happen next. Seeing the feet forming a circle closer and closer, he couldn't delay any longer: "Yueyue, be good. Wait until I come back to pick you up."

He rolled out smoothly without giving Song Yue a chance to speak. She followed closely behind him and wanted to go out with him. She was not a dodder and was not that delicate.

Perhaps those two things had protected him from disaster, and Mo Shisan really did need a helper. That's right, a helper, a partner, a life-and-death partner.

His restless heart calmed down instantly. What he needed was help, not trouble. He looked around, looked for several possible ways out, and found the best position for a sneak attack.

She responded quickly, skillfully and familiarly, as if she had done it many times, but she had no intention of seeking that sense of familiarity.

I can barely judge the situation by my feet.

It did help, but how could such a baffling, mysterious and dangerous existence go unnoticed? Song Yue took back the silver needle that was about to be shot out into his palm. In response to the ever-changing situation, the retreat route often changes accordingly.

And the retreat plan that you can think of is also thought of by others.

If you withdraw rashly, how can you be sure that you will not catch the turtle in the jar?

Watching the opportunity, she pulled out the hairpin on her head and threw it toward an exit: "Thirteen!"

He stretched out his hand to another exit and was pulled out by Mo Shisan, even lifted up, and quickly stood up.

Mo Shisan couldn't say anything. The carriage had been smashed to pieces, and Song Yue was by his side. What else could he say?

Song Yue was shocked. The carriage had a low floor, so her vision was inevitably limited. But when her horizons suddenly opened up, she saw far more than she had expected.

Less than a third of the people fell to the ground.

The two men standing back to back were surrounded by a group of people who were eyeing them hungrily and were pressing them step by step.

Song Yue took out all the equipment on her body: "I think you know who I am. You can guess what I have in my hands..."

Mo Shisan clenched his hands: "It's useless, you dead man, no matter the cost."

Song Yue really didn't know the assassins, and was looking forward to threatening them. In this way, if he dared to release the poison, they would rather die than give in, and poisoning himself to death would be exactly what they wanted.

I suddenly didn't know what to do.

Panic appeared on his face: "What should I do? Thirteen."

"Thirteen, what should we do?"

"Thirteen……"

All the things in his hand fell into Mo Shisan's hands, leaving only two silver needles.

Holding Mo Shisan's hand tightly, the sweat on his palm made their combination unstable.

Mo Shisan held her hand in return, his eyes suddenly fixed on a certain place with a sharp look, the soft sword bounced away, and the two of them fell to the ground, covering their necks. However, there were still people outside, and they quickly surrounded them.

Having to attack and defend at the same time distracted his attention. Fortunately, Song Yue cooperated well and was always able to dodge the sword and fist.

Finally, when they were at their weakest, Mo Shisan stopped moving forward and pushed Song Yue to the front. He chopped down Song Yue's face with his long sword, but it did not hit his head. Only drops of blood fell on his head and face.

Song Yue didn't hesitate for a moment and stabbed the silver needle into his throat. He was thrown out with great force, and his hand was scratched, but he still used the force to roll it out again. After he felt better, he stood up.

He ran out without looking back.

She didn't dare look back. She knew what Mo Shisan was facing, but if she stayed, she would become a burden just like before, and would cause him to get hurt for her.

The road runs back and forth.

It was very fast, but when she didn't feel anyone catching up, the despair in her heart became even stronger, but she couldn't turn back, all her previous efforts would be wasted, she couldn't turn back, she couldn't turn back.

Tears blurred my vision but could not stop my steps.

Suddenly, my arm was grabbed with great force and the inertia was so great that I was about to kneel on the ground. Fortunately, someone held me firmly.

"what happened?"

She wiped away her tears, looked at the person in front of her clearly, and knelt on the ground as if she had seen a savior: "Please help me, uncle!"

After telling Mo Shisan his location, he stood up and continued running back the way he came.

The man seemed to know that he was anxious, and pulled his companions to run in the direction she said.

Fortunately, she didn't have to run for long before she ran into Sugo who was chasing her.

He grabbed Bo Qiu's horse and left before them.

Sugo had a feeling that this matter had little to do with them and was afraid that he was the target.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Mo Shisan were to suffer any harm because of him.

Song Yue's hand tightly grasped Su Ge's arm, and her trembling body passed over.

She collapsed as if she couldn't sit still. Su Ge struggled to hold her in his arms and prevented her from falling off the horse.

The sun was setting, revealing its last rays. There were not so many people on the street, perhaps because there were not so many people on this road.

I was thinking about something and didn't have time to look at anything.