Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Almost one step faster than the order, Zhuge Yi hugged his waist and quickly found a breakthrough to jump out of the high wall. Hundreds of sharp arrows accumulated at one point and shot, but they missed.

Xiao Liao panicked, his voice thundering like an evil ghost in hell, and he yelled behind him: "What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you hurry up and chase after him!"

On the desolate ancient street, Zhuge Yi gave a clear whistle, and the red rabbit horse came galloping. The two turned on the horse, and Zhuge Yi wrapped his arms tightly around him, protecting him tightly in front of him, and said while holding on to the reins : "Sit tight!" After saying that, he galloped away.

The guards and officers and soldiers behind him watched the wind and chased after him. The night was thick and murderous.

Xiao Liao was not a member of the Wu family, so he stood on the spot and spun around twice, and hurriedly shouted at the soldiers and guards chasing ahead: "Kill them! Kill them! You don't have to come back if you don't get the head!"

The breath of the war horse turned into frost. On the main street from west to east, bloodthirsty killings galloped past like wild beasts. The long knives shone with a cold and bright light, like the stars of the broken moon, reflecting the blood of torches. The red light is like an ancient beast.

The roaring and galloping on the long street disturbed the dreams of the people in Jingzi City. However, no one cared about what happened that night. They just closed the doors and windows carefully, lest it would hurt the fish in the pond.

The north wind howls on a snowy night, when the sword weeps blood and kills people.The fierce long wind traversed the entire main street, blowing from an empty direction, rolled up the flapping corners of the two people's clothes, and blew through their long black hair, flapping their wings, as if fighting a fire without hesitation dead moth.

Breathing out like a web of ice silk, Zhuge Yi's eyebrows and eyes were covered with hoarfrost, his cheeks were pale with cold, even his mind seemed to be frozen by this terrible weather.

"Shh!"

A crossbow arrow pierced through the air from behind, flashing like a shooting star and heading mercilessly towards Zhuge Yi.

Ziqiu Xuedao was about to explode at the touch of his ear, Zhuge Yi turned his head and slashed the sharp arrow with his sword, his eyebrows raised.

However, as soon as the tip of the arrow fell, another arrow came in an instant.

"Shhhhh!"

Not one, but several white arrows struck one after another, mixed with the whistling of cold wind, the sound of the arrow piercing through the fierce north wind reached the eardrum, terrifying and decisive.

With bent fingers, he tightly clenched the long sword in his hand. The sword danced like a flower. With his sharp reflexes, Zhuge Yi quickly dodged, but the arrows were like a violent storm. One or two omissions were made, and the hem of his clothes, arms, and straight back fluttered towards him, bloodthirsty and frozen.

With a muffled snort, blood surged up, and Zhuge Yi immediately spit out a stream of blood, and his body staggered, but he resisted not falling down.

The gods of death behind him were still chasing after him with tearing eyes, without stopping.

Feeling something was wrong, Nan Puyue turned her head abruptly, sniffing at each other, looking at his bright red and bleeding lips, her whole body was like falling into an ice abyss, her limbs were numb with ice, her heart seemed to be pulled out and thrown into the ice and snow, Gritting his teeth, Yaoyao looked at the chasing jet-black battle armor with eyes full of madness and resentment.

Hundreds of horseshoes trampled on the snow field, making a rumbling sound. In his eyes, they were all cruel and cold-blooded evil spirits.

His shoulder was stained with blood, Zhuge Yi raised his hand to grasp the sharp arrow on his back, snapped it, the body of the arrow broke off, and left it behind him in a slumped manner. of."

The voice was steady, as if there was nothing wrong with it, and when it reached my ears, it had a calming power.

But Nan Puyue only felt that it was difficult to breathe. Sitting on the horseback with heavy breathing, she couldn't see the edge behind her clearly, couldn't feel the cold wind, and she didn't know when to float in the air. The falling snow...Only Zhuge Yi, only the scarlet blood on his purple fur, like a pinhole pierced in his heart, the pain made him breathless.

Going back in time, the years seem to go back to more than ten years ago. Ten years ago, he could have talked with him and talked about Sang Ma, but he criticized him time and time again, and trampled on his closeness and flattery. , How many more than ten years have you been able to hold hands with him...

The wind and snow are shining brightly, things are different now, but at this moment, under his protection, he can do nothing, and he can't say anything.

Zhuge Yi, how much do I owe you in this life...

The sky and the earth seemed to become vast and vast in an instant, and it was impossible to see if there was any hope ahead. The north wind was bitter, and the snowflakes were flying, one by one, brushing against that stern and resolute face.

Hot blood was dripping from his back, as if there was a black tide rolling in his eyes, the corners of his brows and eyes were cold, his lips were tightly pressed, and the blood in his throat was suppressed.

It has been more than an hour, as far as the eyes can see, mottled tree shadows appear indistinctly in front of them, and when I run closer, it is a shrub forest.

More than 100 meters behind, there are wolves, tigers and leopards, and the front is unknown and vague...

At a time like this, life and death is the only option. No matter where you persist, you can't give up a glimmer of hope for life.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them rode the exhausted red rabbit horse into the white bushes with teeth and claws.

Then, the three hundred people behind him slowed down unconsciously, and the leader looked deeply at the thorny trees in front of him, raised his hand at the end, and finally shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him: "Come on!" go in!"

The strong wind was howling, and the cavalry swarmed into the bushes, scratching the branches, stepping on the short thorns, and chased in desperately.

In the dense woods, the two of them had pulled some distance away from them at this time, but another trouble came again, because the weight of the two of them had already exceeded the load that the horses could bear, and they galloped for more than an hour , The mount finally couldn't hold on anymore, gradually slowed down, and finally staggered and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the horse has a spirituality. Before predicting its own death, it did not forget to protect the life of its owner. At the same moment when it fell to the ground, the two immediately got off the horse and stabilized their footsteps.

Before approaching, seeing the red rabbit lying on the cold snow, Baba, who was exhausted, opened his pitiful eyes, Zhuge Yi locked his eyes deeply, and then felt pain in his back, and vaguely heard the clang of horseshoes behind him. He made a firm determination, finally stopped looking at Nan Puyue, and said to Nan Puyue, "Let's go."

Under the faint silver light, looking at his pale face, the blood on his back, and a strange line of blood at the corner of his mouth, the strong impact of the picture burned Nan Puyue's eyes, and he stood in place without breathing, Like a lonely figure in the cold wind...

"Yue."

Zhuge Yi called him softly as a reminder, his voice was hoarse and pale.

Swallowing all the thoughts in her heart that she shouldn't have, Nan Puyue followed his footsteps unconsciously, and then circled his strong waist, silently sending a force for him, speeding up to move forward.