Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

The sky was gloomy and dark with thick clouds. From time to time, lightning struck, illuminating the dense forest with overlapping shadows of trees, making it look eerie and spooky.

The leader in black rode his horse through the dark forest, knife in hand, seeming to blend into the darkness. The sound of horse hooves echoed, stirring up the invisible birds to fly in panic.

He called out to his subordinates behind him, "Quick, speed up and chase them!"

Xiao Yan sat in front of the horse, lowered his body, and blinked hard to try to open his eyes.

When the smoke and dust fell earlier, he was lucky enough to lower his head and raise his arms to block some of it, so only a small amount of dust drifted into his eyelids.

Although it did not penetrate deeply into the eyeball, there was residual dust on the edge, and whenever tears overflowed, there would be a burning pain.

Xiao Yan closed his eyes tightly, gripped the saddle tightly with his hands to endure the pain, and heard the person behind him asking anxiously.

"How are you? Did you hurt your eye?"

"Yes, it's lime." Xiao Yan's breathing was slightly accelerated. "Why are you here?"

"You know..."

"Ziqing!"

Lu Ziqing: “…”

He thought that since the man couldn't see, he could get away with something, but now it seems that's no longer possible.

Lu Ziqing explained, "The dense forest had many winding paths, and I lost track of the direction and ended up here. Later, while chasing prey, Old Su and I got separated. I heard someone shouting, and when I got here, I saw the Marquis."

Hearing the word "Marquis", Xiao Yan was suddenly pulled back to his previous alienation from the brief sense of closeness he had just felt, and a trace of clarity was forcibly stripped away.

He did not answer, but just listened quietly to the hurried sound of horses' hooves. The strong wind made the branches and leaves of the treetops rustle, and it was very cold.

Only the chest pressed against his back was emitting warmth. At this critical moment of escaping, the dream suddenly popped up in Xiao Yan's mind again at an inopportune time.

It’s indescribable how strange and weird it feels, yet... I want to explore. Those complicated feelings intertwine and slowly creep into my heart.

For a moment, the heat on my back spread throughout my body like fire.

The burning sensation made him so confused that he couldn't tell which was burning more intensely: his eyes or his body and mind.

Before Xiao Yan could finish his thoughts, he heard Lu Ziqing speak again.

"If lime gets into your eyes, you need to wash it out with oil. There's nothing there right now. It looks like a downpour is about to begin. I'm afraid the rain will come down soon..."

"It's okay, I can handle it." Xiao Yan said, "It's not much."

Mo Kun's speed was several times faster than that of an ordinary horse. He quickly left the killer behind him behind and rushed into another three-way intersection.

The black-clad leader chased after him and arrived here. His subordinates asked him, "Sir, which of the three roads should we take?"

The leader in black swung the reins and uttered this as he rushed into the side path.

"Divide into three groups and chase!"

Mo Kun ran halfway but found that there was no way to go, so he hurriedly turned into the dense forest.

The intertwined tree trunks in the forest limited the speed, and the black-clad leader behind quickly caught up.

"They're there, shoot!"

"Click."

The sound of the crossbow being pulled popped off and shot into Lu Ziqing's ears. He quickly turned his face and shot out several short needles with his backhand. Several assassins behind him immediately screamed and fell off their horses.

Mo Kun jumped down the slope, and in a flash, the arrows of the fallen killer pierced into several tree trunks with a few "swishes".

The black-clad leader followed closely behind, and his horses leaped down the slope one after another. At this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down with thunder.

"Crack!"

The branches of the century-old tree exploded and broke instantly, and several killers who were going down the slope under the tree were chopped into black sticks amidst their screams.

The smoke from the broken branches lit up the dark forest.

Blocked by the tree trunk, Mo Kun lost his way and ran aimlessly in the forest. He stumbled and almost bumped into a tree.

The two men on horseback were thrown to the ground.

The leader in black was about ten feet behind them. He suddenly jumped on his horse and used the momentum to swoop down towards them.

Xiao Yan couldn't see anything and could only dodge by listening to the sound. Together with Lu Ziqing, they rolled to the sides at the same time.

The cut blade directly broke through the thick dead leaves and embedded itself into the soil.

Before Lu Ziqing could stand up, several knives suddenly came slashing down from above. He turned quickly on the ground, causing dead leaves to fly across the sky, and his spinning feet swept across the killer's ankles one after another.

Before he could stand up completely, several more people rushed towards him.

The dagger in Lu Ziqing's sleeve was already unsheathed. He grasped the hilt with his backhand and slid forward on his knees using the force of his back foot.

The knife passed through and the waists and abdomens of several people were instantly cut open, and a small piece of intestines was exposed in one of them.

This force was so powerful that the killer who was about to attack hesitated for a moment. He was eager to try but did not dare to move forward.

The strong wind blew dead leaves across the tree trunks, and small branches and mud were caught in the wind, occasionally hitting Xiao Yan's face, causing him to feel a dull sting.

The black-clothed leader lowered his eyes slightly, and while Xiao Yan was fighting fiercely, he quietly moved around to his side, and swung his blade slightly.

The snowy light suddenly flashed across Xiao Yan's eyelids. He quickly turned his face and slapped the killer's chest and abdomen, then quickly stepped back to avoid the attack.

Then he jumped up holding the tree trunk, went around the tree and kicked the black-clothed leader on the back, then rushed out and staggered a few times, almost hitting his own people.

Before Xiao Yan could stand firmly after landing, a sense of oppression from the side suddenly approached, and he quickly leaned back to avoid it.

Before the killer could put away his knife, his throat suddenly tightened and Xiao Yan pushed him to the ground. His spine made a crisp "crack" sound and his throat was crushed.

Before he stood up, he felt a strange object approaching from behind. As he stood up and attacked, he suddenly heard someone behind him shouting.

The short needle was inserted into the wrist of the leader in black. The pain made him frown and close his eyes, and he quickly pulled out the needle.

The killers who had previously gone to the other two roads found that there was no way out and had already fought back.

On the slope, men in black rushed down one after another. Lu Ziqing dealt with the killers who were close to him, pulled Xiao Yan down a steep slope more than ten feet high, and rolled down the slope into the jungle.

The sky was dark, lightning and thunder were flashing, and the smell of an approaching rainstorm filled the air.

Lu Ziqing grabbed Xiao Yan's hand and ran around without knowing the direction.

After a while, he ran to the lake on the plain and hid in the inconspicuous bushes. Only the sound of rapid breathing could be heard.

Xiao Yan sat on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk with his head slightly tilted back as he heard Lu Ziqing say.

"They shouldn't be chasing us so quickly now. Let me see the Marquis's eyes."

Then a warm breath approached, so close that our breaths almost mingled, and the fingertips lightly touched my face, making it numb.

He suddenly shuddered, goosebumps appeared on his back and arms, blood rushed, and his heartbeat quickened.

Xiao Yan's throat slid up and down, he deliberately steadied his rapid breathing, and turned his face away slightly.

What does it feel like?

Why is it so strange and I can't explain the reason? Are you sick?

His thoughts led him to quietly clench the hem of his clothes, allowing the person in front of him to touch his eyebrows.

"How do you feel now, Lord Marquis?" Lu Ziqing asked.

Xiao Yan said, "It's still burning."