The miserable system is okay

"Pavilion Master, please keep an eye on this kid, I'll go out for a while." The exact information about the pill is still lacking, Rong Gu was afraid of being caught first, and planned to go out to find out the situation, but he was worried about Jiang Cheng, so he had to ask Zhuo Yichen.

"Okay." Zhuo Yichen nodded to Rong Gu, even if Rong Gu didn't say anything, he would take good care of Jiang Zhi.

"You come back to me...uh..." Jiang Zhi stood up on the ground and wanted to call Rong Gu back, but the strong discomfort made Jiang Zhi unable to control his body, and he wrinkled as soon as he got up. Frowning, covering his chest, he fell back.

Zhuo Yichen caught Jiang Mei quickly with his eyes and hands, so that no one would fall down. Feeling Jiang Mei trembling, Zhuo Yichen half-embraced and half-supported Jiang Mei to the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover Jiang Mei tightly. .

"If you feel bad, be honest." Zhuo Yichen really couldn't stand Jiang Zhi's unbearable pain, so he just sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the quilt to keep Jiang Zhi from moving.

Jiang Zhi was lying on the bed, his eyes were a little wandering, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and he was swallowing frequently. The rusty smell in his throat made Jiang Zhi feel sick for a while, but he didn't dare to vomit, for fear that he would vomit again. When the blood came, I could only endure it non-stop.

"Don't hold back, spit it out." Zhuo Yichen thought to himself that this person was trying to die, and he wondered if it would be worse if he held it in like this. He frowned and stretched out his hand to press the acupuncture point to help Jiang Zhi spit it out.

"Don't." It's hard to hold it down. If it's pressed, it's okay. Jiang Zhi's cold hand clasped Zhuo Yichen's wrist, preventing further movements. He took a deep breath to endure the discomfort for a while, and finally He opened the mouth and said, "Do you know... who Ling Ya is?"

"Lingya... I haven't heard of it. It seems that there is no information about this person in the Cangqiao Pavilion. What's the matter?" Zhuo Yichen's memory is excellent, but the information of the characters he handles will naturally leave an impression, but this Lingya Indeed, I had never heard of it. Zhuo Yichen was also a little curious seeing Jiang Cheng's concerned face.

Jiang Yan swallowed again, and exhaled, "Just now... I seem to have a memory in my mind... There is a person named Ling Ya in his hand, and there is a faint one on my neck. Exactly the same pattern...there is blood all over there, and he said to me...uh...what are you talking about..." Jiang Zhi unconsciously pressed her head while talking, obviously It's very clear, but every time I want to think about the things in that memory, my head feels like being torn by both hands, and the pain is terribly painful, "Hiss... ah... he said..."

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. I'll check that person for you. Alas—put your hands down, don't press down like this." Zhuo Yichen saw that Jiang Zhi had a severe headache, and the force of pressing his hand on his head was also very rough. He hurriedly pulled Jiang Yang's hand to tell him not to think about it any more, and instead of Jiang Yang's hand, his slender fingers stroked the upper forehead and gently rubbed it.

"Hoo--" With a sudden sound, the arrow pierced through the closed window and pointed directly at the bed. The shadow of the moonlight coated the arrow with a silver light.

Jiang Cheng was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he had no energy, even his reaction was much slower, but Zhuo Yichen raised his hand and intercepted the arrow with a serious expression, and he was keenly aware that many assassins were slowly approaching. Before he had time to tell Jiang Cheng to prepare to leave, the dense rain of arrows scrambled to penetrate the window sash at such a high speed that Zhuo Yichen was at a loss for what to do.

"Go to the back." Jiang Cheng turned over to avoid an arrow, grabbed the clothes on the side and put it on, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to help Zhuo Yichen block a missed arrow in the back, and grabbed Zhuo Yichen to signal to retreat from behind.

Zhuo Yichen pulled off the bed curtain with his hand to temporarily block the arrows, followed Jiang Zhi's pull and flashed out from behind.

Two figures came down from the dark back alley, and Jiang Cheng used lightness kung fu habitually. As soon as he landed, he felt a pain in his heart, and his feet softened immediately. Fortunately, Zhuo Yichen had quick eyes and quick hands, and Jiang Cheng didn't kneel down.

"Can I still go?" Zhuo Yichen didn't look at it, but he was startled when he saw it. Jiang's face was terribly pale under the moonlight, "Jiang, you can't use your internal energy anymore, do you hear me?"

Jiang Zhi tightened her hand on her chest, panting slightly, "I heard... uh... I heard it, I can hold on, let's go."

Zhuo Yichen clearly saw that Jiang Cheng's shoulders were trembling, and he didn't seem to know it. He was anxious and angry at once, but the people behind were about to follow. Now is not the time to talk, and it is inconvenient to get out in the street. Zhuo Yichen Chen brought Jiang Zhi, who was about to lose his feet, shuttled between the streets non-stop, heading towards the dense forest away from the crowd. This juncture is dizzy.

The assassins who came were not like ordinary assassins. Even if Zhuo Yichen had used his footwork to the extreme, he still couldn't get rid of those assassins. □□Assaulted from behind, Zhuo Yichen was distracted to dodge while speeding up the distance. At the same time, he was worried about taking care of Jiang Zhi. When he didn't pay attention to his feet, Zhuo Yichen pushed the palm of his hand and subconsciously wanted to send Jiang Zhi up. Zhijiang Mao turned around and hugged herself full.

"I'm like this...it's useless to go up...hold me tight." Jiang Zhi took out a dagger to slow down the speed of the dive, and hugged Zhuo Yichen tightly with the other hand.

Zhuo Yichen knew that now was not the time to be hypocritical, so he immediately hugged Jiang Zhi tightly without hesitation, and drew out a hand to hold the dagger with Jiang Zhi. Both of them were frowning. The depth below... .It's kind of deep...

The howling cold wind caused pain in the eyes due to the excessive speed, and the surrounding weeds made the vision blurred, and neither of them could see the terrain below clearly. Suddenly, Jiang Mao hit a raised rock unexpectedly, "Ahhh—" The huge impact made Jiang Zhi almost let go of the hand holding the dagger, Jiang Zhi felt that his whole body was going to fall apart, the severe pain had turned into numbness, Jiang Zhi's tight lips gradually lost their color, The color between the lips seemed to be getting darker, "Cough!!" A heart-piercing cough, scarlet blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth, and it couldn't be stopped, the hand holding the dagger and holding Zhuo Yichen gradually lost strength , there is a tendency to loosen.

"Jiang Zhi!!! Can't sleep! Don't let go, grab me!" Zhuo Yichen's exclamation broke, and Jiang Yang's hand had already begun to loosen. The violent impact separated the two of them for a certain distance. Yichen tried his best to get close to Jiang Mei, and hurriedly tried to grab Jiang Mei, but the resistance of the air was too great, Zhuo Yichen watched Jiang Mei let go of the hand holding the dagger, and the hand on his body began to slip. However, he was always only a little short of being able to catch Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi's body was gradually taken away from Zhuo Yichen's side by the wind, and fell down uncontrollably. His pale face and blood-stained lips seemed to be unable to wake up in the next second. This kind of cognition made Zhuo Yichen His heartbeat was about to stop.

Zhuo Yichen made a crazy decision, pulled back the dagger forcefully, the speed of falling accelerated instantly without the resistance of the dagger, but it was still some distance away from Jiang Cheng's position, his heart was hardened, Zhuo Yichen's internal force gathered under his feet, and he fell violently. With a kick off the rock, he rushed towards Jiang Chuan like a fly.

The bodies of the two collided together, Zhuo Yichen did not face the fear of the abyss, but the joy of regaining what was lost, Jiang Zhi had lost consciousness, Zhuo Yichen held him tightly in his arms, and buried his head on Jiang Zhi's neck Here, instead of looking at the danger below, the voice was drowned in the howling wind, "Jiang Mao...Since you are a lunatic, then I will accompany you."

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The assassins above were half-kneeling neatly on the ground, bowing their heads respectfully waiting for orders, none of them listened to the conversation between the two in front of them.

"Do you want to send someone down to look for it?" The brown robe covered the whole body, the white beard protruded from the hat and fell on the chest, and the voice was hoarse and ugly like an old bellows.

"No, old man, tell me, why is Jiang Mei not as good as when he was a child when he grows up? At that time, he would not be caught up so easily by us." Yichen fell into a daze, his face was covered by a strange mask, and his whole body was hidden in the darkness.

"His body is almost unbearable." The old man's voice was emotionless.

"I think he was the one who withstood the torture the most. I miss it a little bit." The man's voice became uncontrollably excited, as if he thought of something extremely happy.

The old man was familiar with the man's behavior, so he was not surprised. He said quietly, "Ling Ya, not everyone can withstand your infusion of internal force."

"Heh...but the game is not over yet, isn't it...hahahaha...."

"..."

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Zhuo Yichen was drenched all over, and his forehead was hit somewhere, and a lot of blood slipped out, which was all over his face, which was horrifying, but now Zhuo Yichen didn't have the heart to care about these things at all, he was here like crazy Looking for Jiang Zhi's figure in the large and deadly deep pool.

"Jiang Mei——! Jiang Mei!" Zhuo Yichen's voice was already hoarse from shouting, and his body was shivering from the cold because of being soaked in the pool water for a long time, his eyes kept searching, and he murmured, "No Yes...no...I should hold on tighter...Jiang Sheng must still be alive...waiting for me..."

Such a big impact fell into the water, and the vortex formed by the water swept the two of them apart. Zhuo Yichen struggled desperately in the undercurrent, but he still watched Jiang Zhi get farther and farther away from him...

I don't know how long it took, Zhuo Yichen just let the biting pool water make his face pale and his lips trembled, his cold eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, gloomy without light, and a slumped breath permeated his whole body. Desperate behemoths devour hearts.

Suddenly, a color that was obviously different from the depth of the pool flashed past. Zhuo Yichen didn't react at first, but the next second his pupils shrank suddenly, and he swam to that side like crazy, hairband!It's a headband! !

Zhuo Yichen's hands were already stiff with cold, but he still brought Jiang Mei steadily to a dry place on the bank. He stroked Jiang Zhi's cold and pale face with his fingers. Jiang Zhi closed his eyes tightly, looking lifeless.

Fingertips felt for the pulse tremblingly, and hurriedly lowered his head and put his ears on Jiang Zhi's chest. His trembling voice was choked with sobs, and he felt cold for a moment. Zhuo Yichen shook Jiang Zhi in disbelief, "Jiang... Jiang Mei..? Stop making trouble, okay, it's not funny at all...Jiang Mei...Jiang Mei..." But no matter how Zhuo Yichen shook it, Jiang Mei didn't respond at all.

"No...you can't die...Jiang Mei! Wake up! Open your eyes! Did you hear that! Jiang Mei!!!" Zhuo Yichen's tears fell uncontrollably On Jiang Zhibai's paper-like face, he tremblingly grasped Jiang Zhi's hand and conveyed his internal energy recklessly. He was unwilling to give up a shred of hope, even...just a little...