Previous life

Ning Zige's order was probably a bit late. "Tiger Eyes" bulged up, not knowing how to move, and a few quick-fired hooks turned around and shot at Ning Zige menacingly.Ning Zige raised his sword to block and parried the scratching hook, but he couldn't stop the shadow behind the scratching hook from floating behind him like a ghost, and a cold iron fan was held against his throat.

The Sun-Moon Universe Formation that Ning Zige personally concocted is not in vain. When the "tiger pupils" exploded, the sun-moon universe formation also changed rapidly; at the same time as Ning Zige was restrained, the "tiger pupils" were also bound by two scratching hooks, one left and one right hands and feet.

Fan Feng licked his throat, the sharp hook hooked on the flesh.The general danger is indistinguishable.

Ning Zige was trapped in the "tiger pupil", his chest heaved and his eyes were clear.Throwing away the sword in his hand with a clang, his throat rolled, and a line of blood was swallowed by the fan: "Let him go!"

Dong Biaotou saw that the young master abandoned the weapon and was still bleeding on the spot, his eyes were red with anxiety, he was not willing to let go, he only slightly loosened the strength of the rope, pretending to surrender, and quietly deployed the gun as a backhand.From Biaotou Dong's point of view, the young master didn't seem to care about the robber's kidnapping, and whispered something;good chance!Biaotou Dong made a gesture, the rope of the scratching hook suddenly exerted force, and the arrows rained all at once.

"Tiger Tong" let out a muffled snort, his eyes burst into light, and he suddenly soared into the air, with the afterimage of the fan dancing in his hand, the two thumb-thick ropes were as fragile as hair and broke, and the feathered arrows seemed to hit an invisible obstacle, and the distance Falling from more than a foot in front of him; cutting the rope and breaking the arrow, the figure did not fall, and it went straight to Ning Zige, who was only a few feet away.

The unarmed Ning Zige closed his eyes and roared:

"Zhao Lei! Kill me if you have the ability!"

"Hutong" shook his body, and the fan blade brushed against Ning Zige's face, cutting off his hair like strands; a mouthful of blood spurted out, scorching Ning Zige's face.

Ning Zige opened his eyes, and naturally hugged the person who hurt himself and suppressed his murderous intentions; the two who were fighting each other for life and death a second ago, embraced each other tenderly, before the "tiger pupil" tyrannized A ray of dawn drifting towards the horizon in the midst of the blow.

Dong Biaotou and the others turned pale with fright, and rushed forward to the Savior.In a panic, Ning Zige walked out from among the rocks in the distance by himself, frowning deeply.

"Young master! Is it hurt? Where is the thief?"

Ning Zige wiped the blood off his face, shook his head, and asked, "Where's Brother Shaoqing?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Everyone cares about the young master and fights against the enemy, but no one pays attention to Si Shaoqing's whereabouts.

"Forget it, we agreed to meet up in the small town at the foot of the mountain. Biaotou Dong, you take everyone here to clean up the aftermath first; then break up the bodyguard team as planned and enter the town separately. I will go first."

Ning Zige kicked up the sword on the ground, flew on his horse, and hurried away.

The thrilling scene just now kept replaying in his mind.

"Brother Lei, Brother Lei, don't you recognize me? I'm Zige, Ning Zige!"

Amidst the anxious calls, the light in the "tiger pupils" flashed in and out, and his face was full of pain and struggle that Ning Zige couldn't read.

"Come with me, I found brother Shaoqing! We can go back to the original world!" Ning Zige grabbed "Hu Tong"'s hand and said eagerly.

"……open!"

The wind of the palm hits the face, and the figure with "Tiger Eyes" leaving like an arrow is even stronger than the wind of the palm.

Ning Zige fell back on the rock, hearing the rustling sound of the shattered rock, holding the icy warmth in his heart that was determined to escape, and saw a wave of fleeing from the graceful and elegant back. smell--

He is not willing to hurt me, but he also refuses to recognize me...

What's happening here?Find brother Shaoqing, maybe there will be an answer.

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, it is fair day.As soon as the sky was brightened, early traffickers and pawns flocked into Wei Town, adding some fireworks to the world.

A thin boy in white shirt stood in front of the steaming steamed stuffed bun shop, his eyeballs rolled around, and he summoned up his courage and shouted:

"Xiaoer, bring me a drawer of crystal buns, plus a serving of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed dumplings."

Xiao Er complied with his promise, but couldn't help but look at him appreciatively: A person who sounds good at eating, why does he look so unbearable?The bun is messy, the corners of the clothes are muddy, and there are faint bloodstains on the neckline...

"Young master, Chenghui Shiwen." Xiao Er wisely reported the account first.

"Well, I don't have any money with me, so this fan can be used for food, okay?" The young man handed over a fan that was neither dark nor slippery, with an innocent smile floating on his face.

The fan whirled and landed at the feet of Ning Zige who was passing by outside the shop.The young man in white was staggered and pushed out of the store, he pouted and bent over to pick up the fan, and walked away under Ning Zige's stunned gaze.

"Whose lunatic, with a broken fan, wants to exchange for food..." Xiao Er cursed.

Ning Zige's heart moved, and he followed.

"Second son..."

The boy in white turned his head slightly, and found a boy who looked like a child followed him at some point, and smiled at him.It seems to be calling myself, but, I don't know him.The boy in white frowned and continued on his way.

"Second Young Master, do you want to eat steamed stuffed buns?" The boy who looked like a child lifted up the bag in his hand, and a tempting fragrance came to his nostrils.

Flowers bloomed on the face of the boy in white.He snatched the bag from "Little Tong", took out the bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "Little Tong" took the opportunity to see the three blood marks on the wrist of the boy in white, and his smile froze.

"Who are you? Why don't I remember you?" At this time, they were already sitting in a tea shop, the white-clothed boy wolfed down stuffed buns, and the "little boy" took his hand and wrapped it around his wrist The three-point wound that was buckled by the scratching hook.

"I recognize you, you are Bu Xuling, the second son of Qingyunzhuang, right?" "Little Tong" advised softly.

"Hmm." The boy in white didn't have any extra mouth to answer, and nodded in response.

"I am your little boy, my name is... Zige, Ning Zige." "Little boy" suddenly sighed.

"Zi Ge...you are so kind." The second young master Bu Xuling withdrew his bandaged wrist, his tone trembling: "I was scared to death! Last night my elder brother brought me out, and somehow I ended up here. My elder brother disappeared. There is no one I know, and I can't find a home!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Ning Zige embraced Bu Xuling, comforting him softly: "Zige will protect you, from now on, you, don't forget Zige!"