Yin Hong

At the same time as there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, Yawen quickly drew out his saber, frowning tightly, turned around and swung the saber at Sancerre.He didn't know if it was the best way, but whatever it was, he thought he should immediately prevent Sancer's next move—any move.

Sancerre was also not too slow. He turned his head and saw that it was Yawen who grabbed him, but he was still indifferent. There was a coldness in his shaking eyes that had never appeared before. Those weird and humorous smiles had never been seen before. All of his face disappeared, as if Yawen was a stranger he had never seen before, more to the point, as if Yawen was the life and death enemy he had been looking for for many years, he would raise the knife in his hand in the next moment and fight Do your best to destroy the life of this enemy.

Yawen bent down to avoid his swift sword, and took advantage of the situation to glance to the side.

Cui Qiyou was scrambling and fleeing into the cave corridor in a panic. He didn't even have the guts to take the blueprint that Sancer had dropped on the ground before. His hurried back seemed to be being chased by the most violent beasts. Can't think of anything else.

Yawen didn't even call out Sancerre's name, the feeling deep in his soul told himself that Sancerre would never stop attacking because of any words he said, and waste his tongue on meaningless hypocrisy Scolding will only make you look sick.Sancer's fighting ability is very strong. Even though he has already expended some energy to deal with those pirates, Yawen still needs to save his energy as much as possible to guard against his non-stop offensive.

He seemed to have no sense at all.

While avoiding his sweeping legs and feet as much as possible, Yawen observed him and came to such a conclusion.

If you have the chance, you must read the contents of that roll of paper—if he can survive at the end of this fight.

After a half-turned sideways dodging movement, Yawen snorted, and looked down, the dagger in Sancer's hand was deeply inserted into his thigh, and the heart-piercing pain suddenly overwhelmed him. Rushing into the perception of the whole body, Yawen only felt his eyebrows twitching continuously, and even his expression twisted uncontrollably.Driven by pain and anger, he was too lazy to think about other unnecessary and noisy things, and stabbed Sancerre's arm with a knife.

Sancer bent over and was forced to draw the dagger.They were knocked to the ground together, Sancel lowered his head like a maniac, and bit the deep bone wound on Yawen's shoulder, like an angry beast, even the halo deep in his pupils burned instantly .

Yawen took a deep breath, raised his leg subconsciously, and hit Sancerre's stomach with his knee.Sancer let go of his teeth, picked up the dagger again and slashed at Yawen.

They were almost wrestling with each other, rolling continuously on the cold stone floor, the two weapons in their hands kept cutting each other's flesh, leaving cruel knife wounds of different depths on every part.

When he turned over and pressed Sancerre under him again, Yawen panted heavily. He saw Sancerre's blood-stained face and a pair of absent-minded eyes flickering under the faint light of the torch, without a trace. The colorless lips trembled, and the face was like a pale canvas.

At that moment, he was almost inexplicably bewitched, and he could not restrain himself from kissing her.

Their breaths were heavily entangled, each other's scorching breath hit each other's faces, and their eyes met, like a bottomless whirlpool, a heavy abyss, deeply attracted by those pupils. soul.

While kissing, Yawen saw Sancerre slowly close his eyes, his breathing suddenly slowed down, as if he was exhausted, he gave up all his strength in an instant, and the scarlet-dyed dagger slid down to the ground, uttering There was a clanging sound.

Yawen let go of his cold lips, raised his head slightly, and felt dizzy in his mind, and then just like him, the color in front of his eyes turned gray, and the whole person seemed to fall into a thick black shadow Generally, passed out.

After collapsing to the ground, Yawen's thoughts were muddled, as if he was in the sea, floating on the waves, following the wind and currents to travel around the world, to be a simple-minded bard, or to do whatever he wanted The wandering mercenaries are no longer restricted by any morals and laws, are no longer imprisoned on some routes firmly planned in their minds, sing all the songs they want to sing, say all they want to say, and do all they want What he did - he was as free as a pirate who showed the ugliness of human beings.

Yawen woke up in a flash. Just as he opened his eyes, he almost passed out from the pain again. He gritted his teeth, barely propped himself up, and took off his coat.The fabric of the clothes stuck to the wound on the shoulder, and when it was torn off, it was excruciatingly painful. He turned his head to look at the wound, perhaps because the dagger was short and too sharp, Sancer did not The cut was deep, and the bleeding stopped during the period of unconsciousness.Yawen tore the coat into strips, selected two, and simply wrapped them with the clean side.

The more serious one was the wound on the thigh. Sancer almost sent the entire small dagger into his flesh and blood. Yawen took a deep breath, bent his injured left leg, and pressed his fingers on both sides of the wound. , Pushing out the blood accumulated in the wound, and then tightly wrapped it with the rest of the clothes.As for other wounds of flesh and blood, he has no time to take care of them now.

After doing this, Yawen relaxed his tense body and looked at Sancerre who was lying on the side.

Before entering the cave, Yawen took away a more threatening long knife from Sancerre. In the fierce fight just now, this long knife completely penetrated Sancerre's right arm, although it seemed It was lucky that it didn't penetrate into the bone, but the blood still dripped all over the ground.His face was paler than before, and there was no blood on his naked skin. He felt extremely quiet, like a shell left by a soul that had gone to bliss. If it wasn't for Yawen, he could still see him His chest was heaving weakly, maybe he really thought he was dead.

Yawen approached, looked at his scarred body, struggled in his heart, and slowly took off the inner lining that was also soaked in blood, but was much cleaner than those pirates who fell all over the ground , carefully bandaged the wound on his arm to prevent him from losing the blood that was already scarce.

After that, Yawen took out his pocket watch from a pile of things that were originally in his pocket and checked the time. He had slept for a while, and in three or four hours, the sun would rise from the other side again, bringing The morning light that awakens all things comes new.

"If you survive after dawn," he said to Sancerre with a sigh, "I will take you back."

Sancer's expression is still abnormally calm, if the mottled blood stains on the skin are ignored, his handsome facial features are as peaceful as the angels in the portraits in the church.

Yawen took off a coat from the nearest pirate corpse, covered his naked upper body, leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes, and sincerely hoped that he would not wake up from this—he didn’t really want to Thus ended his life in a worthless cave.

A few hours later, Yawen woke up completely. The wounds on his thighs and shoulders were gradually numb, and the pain was not as painful as it was at the beginning. He picked up his pocket watch and looked at it, which happened to be the time when the sun was rising, so he turned his hands backwards. Holding on to the stone wall, he stood up and walked a few steps.When he walked around, there would be bursts of tingling pain from the wound, but it still didn't affect his movements. He walked to the side of the big box and picked up the roll of blueprints from the ground.

In other situations, this is an ordinary road map, but after seeing Sancerre's almost insane state, Yawen doesn't think there is anything on this sea map.An extremely complicated route was drawn on the sea chart, connecting the two islands. One of them was Peligova, and the other was called Peligona. Yavin guessed that the same name must be given to the two islands. Only one person gave such a brotherly name.Below the island of Pelicona is written a line of small characters, which read: Ocean currents from time and wealth.A name was inscribed at the bottom of the drawing——Flores Mohola.

From these small details, Yawen couldn't quite guess which one was the biggest factor that caused Sancerre to be so abnormal, but he still rolled up the blueprint and put it together with his pocket watch, intending to put it together Bring back.

Yawen walked to Sancerre's side, stretched out his hand and tried his breath.Sancerre's breathing was weak and slow, but he was not so weak that he was on the verge of death. Yawen really admired his strong vitality and good luck, so he could only accept his fate and move his limp body on his back.

The moment he picked him up, Yawen felt a tingling pain from the wound on his thigh as expected. He had to put his weight on his right foot and calmly relieve the pain. After a while, he began to slow down. Move out slowly.

The corridor of the cave was pitch black, and Yawen slowed down very slowly to ensure that he would not bump his head into the stone wall. Moving with such difficulty, when he reached the entrance of the cave, the sun was already above the horizon, and the strong morning light swept over. Piercing into the eyes, there was an instant pain like burning.

"When you are sleeping, you should also pray that we don't meet some wild beasts that follow the smell of blood, Sancer." Looking at the dense forest in front of him, Yawen turned to Sancer who was motionless behind him. He said slowly, "Because if we really meet an irresistible beast, I will definitely throw you into their fishy mouth."

After he finished speaking, he started to walk with Sancerre on his back, preparing to go through the most dangerous journey in his life.

Unrivaled luck.

This was Yawen's first thought after he passed through the jungle safely and saw the pirate ship at a glance.He half-kneeled on the beach, laid Sancerre down flat, and fell into a coma again before the rushing bodies of the other pirates arrived.

☆、Chapter 027