South Xinjiang

The autumn wind is bleak, and the weather has gradually entered the cold winter.

There is a forest outside the wilderness, named Nayou Forest, which vividly presents this desolate scene. Everything you see is desolate and dilapidated. There is not a single green or yellow leaf on the branches. Very quiet.

But even so, the tree still wanted to be quiet but the wind kept blowing. I saw a plainly dressed man with an ordinary face running away in a hurry, as if he was trying his best to avoid something. If you looked carefully, you could find that there was a scar on his back. An extremely long wound, the flesh on both sides of the wound was turned out, bleeding profusely, forming a long bloodstain on the ground, describing it as extremely embarrassing.

Soon, a group of men in black chased after them, there were as many as 20 people. The fleeing man heard the wind and probably knew that the men in black were chasing him, so he leaned against a big tree and gasped. Roughly, I saw beads of sweat on his forehead when he moved a little bit, he wanted to hold on to the sword in his hand, but he was still a little weak, and he couldn't hold it, but he seemed to have made up his mind, turned around and prepared to fight to the death, at At this time, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of him. The miserable man finally couldn't hold back and passed out.

When the man woke up again, he found that he had been placed in a dilapidated hut. He was lying on the bed, his upper body was half naked, wrapped in several layers of gauze, and his back was covered with his own clothes. He knew that he was saved.Turning his head, he saw the savior standing at the window and looking out. He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was a little dry. Maybe the quality of the bed in this small shabby house was really bad. He moved a little , The bed board squeaked, and the tall man standing by the window turned around and looked at him without saying a word.

The injured man looked the tall man up and down, and saw that he did not look like a Han Chinese, his face was as tough and clear as a knife cut, his facial features were deep and three-dimensional, but his pupils were a little shallow, with a slight blue light, and he seemed not angry Self-prestige aura.The injured man was sure that he didn't recognize the person in front of him, but he wasn't nervous. He just slowly opened his mouth and asked politely, "Thank you, hero, for saving me. How long have I been unconscious?"

The tall man's voice was very indifferent, like a thousand years of ice, but with an unquestionable majesty, "Three hours."

The injured person didn't seem to care, but exhaled, silently thanking himself for his good physique, and for waking up so quickly, he couldn't help but struggled to sit up immediately, but with this movement, the gauze wrapped around his back was covered again. Blood stained red.But he didn't seem to care, and took out a bottle of medicine from his torn clothes.

The tall man was leaning against the wall by the window, looking at him leisurely. The injured man smiled at the tall man and then tore off his own skin.

The tall man thought in his heart that if he hadn't found that the color and texture of his face and body were different when he was treating his wound, he guessed that he might have changed his appearance, otherwise seeing this scene at this time would still be a bit horrifying.

After the skin was torn off, the man on the bed seemed a little tired. He took a short rest before applying the potion on his face. Soon, the man's true face was revealed.

Even though the tall man had always been calm and stable, he still squinted his eyes involuntarily, looking at the injured man with interest.This may be the best-looking man he has ever seen in the Central Plains.

It turned out that this man was wearing a mask, just an ordinary face that was forgotten at a glance, but his own face was a bit shocking, the fair and flawless skin had attractive facial features just right, a pair of clear and bright The peach blossom eyes are particularly eye-catching, bright and brilliant, and scorching its brilliance.Maybe it was because of the injury at this time, but his expression was weak and indifferent, not aggressive, and he seemed a little breezy, with picturesque features.

After the injured man straightened his face, he lay down on the bed in pain again, not moving.He just said to the tall man apologetically, "I've been wearing this mask for almost twelve hours, and if I don't take it off, it will corrode my face. It's a shame to frighten my benefactor."

The tall man shook his head, indicating that it's okay, but his tone was still cold, "Who are you? Why are you being hunted down by them?"

The injured man forced a smile, and said to the man, "Can I trouble my benefactor to give me some water?"

The tall man was slightly taken aback for a moment, then looked at the dilapidated hut and found that there was not even a kettle, so he untied a wine bag from his waist and asked, "Only wine."

The injured man lay on the bed and nodded, which made the broken bed creak for a long time.

The tall man approached, lifted him up carefully, and fed him some wine. Perhaps the wine was so strong that the injured man choked for a long time before lying down again.I don't know if it's because of the alcohol or because his body has recovered a little, a slight blush appeared on the injured man's cheeks, he looked no longer so lifeless, but his good-looking appearance was more vivid, and the tall man was sitting nearby, feeling a little embarrassed look away.

The injured man slowly opened his mouth and said: "I am Su Yunshu, and people in the Jianghu are called Mr. Baique. Because the court Xing Tianjian repeatedly killed my martial arts people and smuggled a large amount of gunpowder, I went to check it out, but I didn't expect to be caught by the trap." Ambushes, desperate to escape and being hunted down all the way."

The tall man suddenly said, "The wound on your back contains insect poison unique to southern Xinjiang."

Su Yunshu thought for a while, and asked, "You mean that Xing Tianjian of the imperial court colluded with people from southern Xinjiang?"

The tall man thought he would ask if there was an antidote to the poison he was suffering from, but unexpectedly he asked something else. He was a little surprised in his heart, but on the surface he said coldly: "I don't know."

Su Yunshu seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked, "Have you asked your honorable name yet?"

The tall man said, "Shen Mo."

Su Yunshu looked at Shen Mo several times with his harmless eyes, and when Shen Mo started to frown, he asked, "Is Hero Shen from Southern Xinjiang?"

Shen Mo nodded calmly.

Su Yunshu laughed, his eyes were curved and beautiful, "Many people from southern Xinjiang dare not admit their identity in my Central Plains, but you are honest, I wonder if I can call you Brother Shen in the future?"

Hearing this, Shen Mo looked at Su Yunshu's harmless but extremely good-looking face, and nodded after a moment of dullness.

Su Yunshu said lightly: "Brother Shen, when will my injury heal?"

Shen Mo said: "I've cleared the poison for you, but you will feel a little pain at night for the next three days. As for the knife wound, it depends on how well you recover."

Su Yunshu asked: "Then brother Shen will stay and wait for me to recover from my injury before leaving?"

Shen Mo's eyes were full of doubts, and he asked him, "Why?"

Su Yunshu smiled brighter and said, "I just want to hear more stories about southern Xinjiang."

Shen Mo's eyes darkened, and he said, "No comment."

Su Yunshu restrained her smile knowingly, and said in a flattering voice, "I won't ask, I won't ask. Brother Shen, don't be angry."

Shen Mo looked at the alert and sleek appearance of the man in front of him and that handsome and handsome skin, not only failed to soften his heart, but instead felt a little more suspicious in his heart.He walked to the window coldly and said, "I will come and change your medicine."

Su Yunshu groped in his clothes for a long time, took out a soft mask, and said to Shen Mo: "Brother Shen, your appearance is obvious, I'm afraid it's not easy to get mixed up in the Central Plains, I'll give you a human skin mask, It will be easier for you to move, just remember that this human skin mask can only be worn for twelve hours at most, otherwise your own face will rot."

Shen Mo took it, thanked him coldly, and left the small broken room.

Standing in the courtyard, Shen Mo looked at the mask in his hand, and after hesitating for a long time, he put it on.

When it was dark, Su Yunshu was awakened by a pain like a bug gnawing. Only then did he know that there was some pain, it was clearly itchy and painful, and it was unbearable.But he didn't say anything, he still gritted his teeth and endured, sweating profusely.His back was so itchy that he really wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch it, but reason made him grab the bed board tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, just when he thought he couldn't hold on and was about to scratch the wound on his back, he opened the door The voice brought him back to his senses in an instant, and the utter coolness poured down until the residual wax on the table was ignited. When he saw the somewhat wretched face of the visitor, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. laugh it out.