I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing resolutely threw the broken knife in his hand at the person opposite, but it was blocked as expected.

The internal force was transported to the hand, and he stretched out his palm to slap it. The black broadsword vibrated for a while, and the trembling young man could hardly hold it.

Jiang Luoqing jumped up lightly on the spot, took advantage of the horizontal blade to leap, turned over and landed behind the young man.He instantly pulled the distance between the two of them, tapped the acupuncture points before the other party could react, and pinched the other party's thick neck.

When they were fighting just now, the group of people behind them didn't rush over to seize the opportunity to attack him. Obviously, this young man's identity is unusual.

Jiang Luoqing looked at those outsiders, and said, "I'll go, otherwise, he'll die." He used the language of outsiders, and after dealing with this group of people for a year, he knew a little bit of simple outsiders.

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, some pretended not to understand, and raised their hands to rush over.

Jiang Luoqing didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the young man's neck with force, and lifted him up directly.

There was a gurgling in the throat, panting hard, even if there was no blood, it was more frightening than seeing blood.

Jiang Luoqing repeated what he said just now, and those outsiders stopped moving, but they didn't back down either.

He led the people back step by step, and then turned around and ran away. There was no sound of footsteps behind him, but there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Jiang Luoqing hastily dodged one arrow, but failed to dodge the second arrow fired in unison. The "Puff" arrow mercilessly pierced into his shoulder, and he was led to stagger a step forward. He changed his hand, picked up his lightness kung fu and left quickly.

After confirming that no one would follow behind him, Jiang Luoqing stopped. He threw the person in his hand on the ground, and with a "plop", he ignored him, squinted his eyes, stretched his hand behind his back, gritted his teeth and pulled it out. The long arrow piercing into the bone couldn't help but let out a low cry, the arrow fell to the ground, rolled a few times and stopped, with fresh blood and minced meat still stained on it.

Jiang Luoqing couldn't bear the pain, and sat curled up, trembling with pain.

It took a while to get used to it, and when I wiped my hand, it was bloody.He touched the various medicines on his body, finally stopped the bleeding, and tore off the hem of his shirt to bandage it up.

He was alone, and his shoulder was injured again, so it was inconvenient to wrap him up, and it took him a while to wrap it up.

After taking a few breaths, he remembered that there was someone beside him, and when he looked sideways, he met a pair of wide-eyed dark green eyes, green almost black.

Jiang Luoqing took a look at him, stretched out his hand and quickly opened his acupoints, allowing him to speak, and then tapped the acupoints again, making the man unable to move.

The young man's acupuncture point was suddenly released, and his face was full of joy. Before the joy faded away, his acupuncture point was tapped again. He gritted his teeth, but his education was also very good, unlike those people on the battlefield who would say all kinds of dirty words. , he held back for a long time before he said "Shameless!"

The Qin dialect is still used.

At that time, Jiang Luoqing was taking off his shirt to bandage the wound on his body, and the clothes were piled on his waist. He gave the young man a look, raised his eyebrows, looked away, and carefully applied medicine to his arm, "You can speak Qin dialect?" .” It was a chatty tone.

His arm was also full of disasters. It was cut half a year ago, and it finally healed from the injury, and there was no hidden injury, but it was cut again right after.

The skin and flesh are rolled up, and there are blood streaks and accumulated blood inside. It is not good-looking, and it can even be said to be ugly.

Frowning and bandaging his arms, he let out a soft "hiss" before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Give it to me, untie it!" The young man on the side spoke again, still speaking Qin dialect, but the tone was stiff, and the disconnection was unnatural, as if he had just learned it.

Jiang Luoqing didn't let him untie it, so he bent one leg and placed the other long leg generously on the grass. After his body was bound up, he didn't dare to move too much, lest the wound he had finally healed would burst open again.

Putting on his clothes slowly, he adjusted his sitting posture and looked at the young man leaning against a small tree as thick as a child's arm, staring into his eyes, "Where did you get the big knife in your hand?"

A sarcasm quickly appeared on the young man's face, and then he restrained himself, saying: "Untie it for me!" He talked too much in one sentence, and now he began to speak coherently.

Jiang Luoqing smiled, very calmly, "Okay, tell me, and I'll untie you, or I'll keep you locked like this, and then throw you into a secret cave, and when someone finds you, You might be dead by now."

Musuraka couldn't figure out why a person whose smile was prettier than the most beautiful and pure snow lotus on the glacier would speak such vicious words so calmly.

He stared fiercely at the person in front of him, wanting to remember this person, remember him deeper, deeper.

He knew this person, he had heard of this person's name a long time ago, people from Qin State, they are as good-looking as women, but their hands are like the group of snake vines living in their swamps, stabbing lightly , can kill people.

Musuraka originally wanted to catch the man and took him to receive merit in front of his father, but he didn't expect that he would be taken away in the same embarrassment as a hare.

It must have been Ola who shot the arrow just now. Ola, a woman, has been walking around the elder brother. The appearance of him just now must have been seen by the elder brother. Seeing the elder brother means that the father saw it.

Musulaka could even think of how his father was furious when he knew about it, and how he criticized him for being ineffective.

The long knife and appearance are the signs of this person, so Musuraka recognized this person immediately.

He also deliberately took out the magic weapon transported from Qin, but he still lost. By the way, he didn't know where his sword fell, and who took it...

Jiang Luoqing broke off a branch at random. In the winter here, there was barely enough clothing to cover her body.

The grass is dry and curly on the ground, better than nothing.Only the long crooked pine needles have not lost their hair.

What he broke was a bare tree with long roots, teeth and claws. Based on this glorious appearance alone, he really couldn't recognize the tree that contributed to him. His eyes stayed for a moment and then moved away. He didn't pay much attention to it. Tangled.

He poked the young man with a branch and finally brought him back to his senses. He asked again, "Where did you get that knife you got?"

Musuraka smiled coldly, forgetting the experience of being suppressed and beaten before, and said arrogantly: "You are so capable, why don't you find it yourself?"

Jiang Luoqing nodded. The person in front of him obviously hadn't been exposed to Qin dialect for a long time, and what he said was confusing, and some of them were wrong.