Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Inside the cave, Cui Bianxu was more cautious than before. This man would ambush him once, but there was no guarantee he wouldn't do it a second time. As he got closer to the second cave, the scarf wrapped in snow melted faster and faster. The melted snow water flowed down his lower back into his pants, making his buttocks feel cold. The fabric felt uncomfortable against his body, and the hairs on his body stood up. The wound began to ache and itch again.

How can I describe this feeling...

It feels like constipation and abdominal pain coexisting...

He stopped at the inner part of the gourd cave, which was outside the second cave entrance. The fire inside was still on, and no human figure could be seen from this position. He stared into the cave, and pointed his right toe to the side. The sound of gravel rubbing against each other was heard, and the next moment, a piece of gravel drew an arc and fell steadily into the cave.

There was no movement inside, but his brows furrowed again. The pain in his waist and the numbness and itching that was gradually spreading told him that if he delayed any further, the situation would probably get worse. Wang Mingqian had not arrived with his men yet, and there was a high probability that the snow would bury the marks he left behind. He could not wait any longer.

He quickly made a decision. If he couldn't capture him alive, he could kill him on the spot. Thinking of this, he threw the snow bag in his hand aside, drew out his dagger, tapped the wall of the cave with his right foot, and flew in.

Almost at the moment he entered the cave, three short arrows flew straight at his face. From the arrow head to the arrow body, it was dark without a trace of light, but it was really sharp. He twisted his body to avoid the three arrows and turned his head to look. The three short arrows all penetrated into the cave wall, leaving only a small part trembling outside.

He only had time to take a look when he heard the sound of "swish, swish, swish" breaking through the air again. Three more short arrows were shot at him. Cui Bianxu did not dodge, but swung his sword to cut them down. He looked in the direction from which the arrows came.

It turned out that there were many small grooves on the wall of the cave, which were only large enough for one person to squat. The thief was in one of the grooves, holding a small crossbow in his hand, staring at him coldly.

Seeing Cui Bianxu looking at him, his mouth opened wider and wider. Cui Bianxu stared at his mouth and felt the hairs on his body stand up. How could a person's mouth open to this extent? It was as if a face was forcibly split into two.

He pointed the knife at the thief and said, "You are very brave."

The thief just said nothing, his mouth just grinning, a little stiff, and his whole face looked very strange. Then, like a cat, he used his hands and feet to quickly rise and fall in the groove on the wall of the cave, shooting at Cui Bianxu from different directions.

Cui Bianxu was at ease at the beginning. The opponent could only shoot three arrows at a time, and such an attack was easy for him to shoot down. His biggest problem was that something went wrong with the scratch on the back of his waist, which made him lose sensation in his waist and only felt a dull pain, as if something was drilling into his body through the wound. He had no way to use his lightness skills to grab the person.

For a moment, the situation was a bit stalemate. The thief could have left the cave several times, but he didn't leave. It seemed that he was waiting for something. Cui Bianxu had a bad premonition in his heart.

Soon he found something wrong. His eyes gradually became blurry, his head felt dizzy, and his body became weak. He shook his head vigorously, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still followed the thief's figure as he jumped lightly on the wall of the cave.

His mouth was stretched to his ears, with the blood-red flesh turned outward as if it couldn't be closed at all. The upper half of his face was also deformed, but he was still staring at him with a hateful and pleased look.

Cui Bianxu could clearly hear his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and his body becoming more and more out of control. He had to work very hard to stand here. He even began to wonder if he was dazzled. This was not a good sign.

On the contrary, the thief seemed to have reached a magical state. His speed was almost like an afterimage. He had countless short arrows on him, and it seemed that he could never shoot them all. If Cui Bianxu continued like this, he would probably have to mourn here when Wang Mingqian and others arrived.

He didn't delay any longer, dodged three short arrows, swung his left hand quickly and slashed his chest. He only had one chance, so he was extremely ruthless. The moment the knife entered the flesh, the clothes on his chest were almost instantly stained with blood.

The pain made his chaotic brain clear up a little, and his eyes, which were originally dizzy, also became clear. He saw a hint of surprise flash across the strange face of the cat-like person opposite him.

Then, the long knife in his hand was thrown towards him fiercely. The next second, he could no longer hold on and fell straight to the ground. Before he fell into complete darkness, he first heard a long and thin wailing like the crying of a night cat. Before he could listen carefully, continuous noises appeared, which sounded a bit like the ghost howling of that idiot Wang Leisheng.

At this moment, his consciousness was already hazy and he could not see anything in front of him, but his mind kept thinking about Jiang Shangxian's words: "If Shaoqing has an enemy who he has not had time to avenge, he must humiliate him in his ears before he dies! When a person dies, hearing is the last to disappear. As long as you speak quickly enough, you will definitely make the enemy die in humiliation!"

So it’s true…

Yong'anfang

After a good night's sleep, Jiang Shangxian and his mother, who had excitedly decided to continue their efforts to make money from the Dali Temple, heard a knock on the door. The two of them, each carrying a bamboo basket that was a circle larger than the previous one, ran out, like a loving mother and a filial daughter. Jiang Wangri followed behind and specifically instructed them, "Mother, remember to bring back more buns from this morning. If they get frozen, you can heat them up and eat them when you're hungry at night!"

Jiang's mother said without even turning her head: "You want me to say something? You're meddling in everything and now you're meddling in your mother? Go away."

Humph, if it wasn't to get more buns, why did she carry such a big basket? She's so stupid, I don't know who she got it from. They say nephews look like their uncles, so could it be that he looks like her damn brother?

Oh my god, that’s too scary. Never mind, I’ll give this guy a few more beatings later!

Jiang's mother, who found the fun in her work, felt itchy and wanted to find a reason to beat her child.

Jiang Shangxian clenched her fists as she pondered how to have a good meal and chat with Cui Bianxu today. Working in Dali Temple would be worse than working in Lexianlou. At least in Lexianlou, she could watch Cui Bianxu's live eating show from time to time, and then the two of them could chat about random things and deepen their relationship.

Even though she was live-streaming her eating in Dali Temple, there was still an inconsiderate Jiang's mother who kept chatting with her, which had seriously affected her progress in picking up boys.

In short, the mother and daughter, each happy in their own way, were stunned when they opened the door to see that there was only one guard, and his face was stern. Mother Jiang stretched her neck to look around, and when she saw that he was the only one there, she immediately became anxious: "What happened? Where are the three of them? Why are you the only one here?"

"Madam Jiang, Miss Jiang, today only one of us is here to escort you two. Please forgive me."