Mad song

There is a list of rewards in Beiyi Villa.

The most valuable person on the list since two months ago has been Shen Wenlan, the leader of the rival sect who is now on the verge of collapse. Shen Wenlan's fighting power is amazing, even if his head is worth a hundred taels of gold, no one would dare to fight.On Shen Wenlan's forehead is the seal of cold plums that has been passed down from generation to generation by the head of the final sect, and the white pine plum seal is on his forehead, which is bitter and vigorous, and stands proudly in the cold.

However, it was replaced in recent days, and the list is now a thin-looking man.

This bounty has been posted for a few days, but this person has not been caught, and the bounty has been soaring all the way up.It was even printed countless times, not only on Beiyi's side, but posted on the lists everywhere. For a while, everyone knew about this emaciated, but impossible to catch, walking golden hundred taels——Jiang Yi'an.

"Who is this Jiang Yian? No one can be caught?"

"I don't know. I heard that this person has no strength to restrain a chicken. He was hunted down and injured a lot, but no one can catch him..."

"It's weird, even Xiaoyaogu has shot, but still can't catch it?"

"What is Xiaoyao Valley? The owner of Beiyi Shaozhuang came forward to look for it..."

"I saw it last time. He was being chased closely, his body was covered with injuries, and his arm was cut off...but his face was not panicked at all."

"This Jiang Yi'an is really...Could it be the pseudonym of some master of the rivers and lakes?"

The topic centered on Jiang Yi'an's feet at this moment was the wind, and the shouts of killing behind him were loud, but his nimble steps could not be shouted.He held his bleeding shoulder, and the fire behind him in the darkness illuminated the night as bright as day.A stream of arrows pierced the air, Jiang Yi'an rolled his eyes secretly, fell to the ground and paused for a while, and was hit by an arrow in the back.

He jumped up and down in the chaotic forest without a wave of emotion, changing directions, and in a short while surrounded a large group of people dizzily.After that, there was no nostalgia, and he turned his head and flew out of the chaotic forest with Qinggong.

He landed in an unknown small village, searched around a few times, and entered an unlit courtyard. The incomprehensible leader sighed and fell to the ground spontaneously.

But after a while, a person came out of the room, who seemed to have put on a robe casually, walked a little closer to him, frowned and shook him.

"Wake up."

That humane.

"Don't sleep."

Jiang Yi'an raised his eyes and saw that he was covering his eyes with a black cloth, so he didn't respond without saying a word.The man clicked his tongue and touched his neck to make sure that the man's corpse was not lying here, then picked him up from the ground and carried him into his home.

Jiang Yi'an opened his eyes, was put on the bed by this person, stared at him with breathless concentration, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth a little bit, and let go of a stone in his heart, he hadn't closed his eyes for several days on the way to escape, and finally couldn't hold back and fell asleep at this moment.

He heard "Mr. Ji" outside complaining one after another.

When he woke up, he didn't dare to breathe out at all. After a while, he finally felt better.Jiang Yi'an was in pain, but he had always been submissive, and the injury he suffered was expected. He got up and got out of bed without paying attention, and looked outside through the window while changing clothes.

The yard was neither big nor small, and a group of children beat and kicked around the man in red.The man was dressed in red like blood, and his eyes were still covered with black cloth, and he changed his body position in the midst of punching and kicking.He was reading aloud a book of poems in his hand.

"Despite the heroic spirit of death, I am not ashamed of being a hero in the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra—"

He stopped reciting the poem, threw the book into the air, dodged a foot flying towards his face, and slapped the child on the back, a child who was born stronger than his peers In an instant, he rushed into the pile of children who were attacking, and the sound of shouting and shouting instantly turned into crying for father and mother.

"Mr. Ji" ignored those miserable wailing sounds, stretched out his hand to catch the poem book that just fell down, flicked his sleeves, came into the room to reciting the poem with an understatement, turned around and entered the room with his hands behind his back.

As a result, Mr. Ji, who was still breezy just now, stumbled over the threshold.

It's not over yet.Mr. Ji was physically disabled and strong, and he staggered a few steps without falling. When he raised his head and took a step forward, he bumped into the wall with a bang.

Jiang Yi'an gasped as he watched, the corners of his brows twitched in pain.

Mr. Ji was dizzy from the impact, and couldn't see anything. He silently covered his forehead, squatted down slowly, and fumbled up and down with his other hand for a while before he found out that it was a wall.

Mr. Ji couldn't hold back the sound of "Fuck me", sighed again, stood up and was about to walk forward, when he stepped on the corner of his clothes perfectly, he fell flat again with a bang.

Jiang Yi'an couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply said, "Hello."

Mr. Ji lay motionless on the ground: "...Hello."

Jiang Yi'an took another step forward, and pronounced his name in a correct voice: "Ji Wei Ke."

Ji Weike, who fell off the horse continuously, really didn't want to get up at all, and even wanted to simply stand up and pull down here.He was silent for a long time, and finally got up slowly, this time he finally didn't fall again.

The corners of Ji Weike's mouth twitched non-stop.It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and it is true.For example, now Jiang Yi'an can only rely on the beating speed of Ji Weike's mouth to judge what this person wants to express.

Ji Weike sighed imperceptibly, and said: "Brother, when I brought you back last night to treat the wound, based on my judgment of many years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, you were hunted down, I don't care if you are My wife was kidnapped or my parents died, if you want me to help you, you can almost ask me to go back."

Ji Weike opened his mouth and issued an order to evict the guest.Jiang Yi'an unexpectedly had no fluctuations, and Ji Weike had no reason to help him.He had long since escaped from that bloody storm, and it ended in the worst possible way.

Ji Weike and him were neither relatives nor relatives, and it was already a sense of justice to bring him back in the middle of the night instead of letting him lie dead on the street.

Jiang Yi'an nodded slightly, thinking that he couldn't see, so he could only twitch the corner of his mouth, and said, "I see."

Ji Weike was flexing his wrists, and when he heard him say that, Jiang Yi'an could see a bit of surprise on his face.

Before Jiang Yi'an realized what he was surprised at, Ji Weike suddenly put away the surprise that he hadn't had time to show, turned his head and bit the corner of his mouth, then rushed towards him a few steps quickly, and suddenly faced him Face.

Ji Weike's face suddenly magnified several times in front of Jiang Yi'an, grabbed his collar, and took a big step backward.Then he paused, then let out another fuck, and jumped onto the other side of the table.

Jiang Yi'an was dragged by him to fly at low altitude in this small room, and almost vomited.He hadn't asked Ji Weike what kind of muscle it was because he was idle and had nothing to do, when a loud sound exploded in his ears, and the roof and wall were split open.Exploded sawdust and wood were scattered, causing dust to fly all around.

There were at least a dozen people surrounding this place, and they surrounded a small field hut completely.Most of them are strong men with strong backs and waists, and one can stand as a guest of two statures.

Jiang Yi'an looked sideways at Ji Weike, he was used to this battle, so he purposely fell in front of him this time, just to test how much he still had.

Ji Weike listened carefully, and after judging the situation, the corners of his brows twitched, and he turned his head and said sincerely to Jiang Yi'an who was being carried by him: "Brother, what kind of downcast prince are you? ?"

Jiang Yi'an: "...I'm not."

"Then you are worth it in this life. You have to fight with me. If you die with dignity, you are really worth it."

Jiang Yi'an really couldn't laugh, he had never laughed much.

The child was crying outside the door and dared not come in, and the "Mr. Ji" rang out one after another, which sounded quite miserable.

Ji Weike frowned, turned his head and reprimanded a few words, and shouted: "I can't die! Why are they all living like mourning? Go! Go home!"

A few children had hurried to report to the village.The remaining few who were at a loss would only cry and let him yell like this, sobbing and refusing to leave, but they were more immature and loyal, and said vaguely: "I won't leave! If Mr. Ji doesn't leave, I won't leave. !"

The corner of Ji Weike's mouth twitched.

Before he could speak, the strong man in the lead said: "Don't worry sir, I'll wait for you, and I will never hurt the children. Of course, if you cooperate, you won't touch him."

Ji Weike took up his words in a good manner: "Don't worry, as long as I think about it, all of you will be buried here."

The strong man frowned, but before he could make a sound, someone behind him snorted ahead of him, and continued: "But a teacher, you have a really thick skin! You really have a thick skin for giving you face!"

Hearing this voice, Ji Weike deduced that this person was fat, and pretended to be modest and said: "I'm so proud, my skin is much thicker than your fat layer."

"you……!"

The person who was the leader stopped him from swearing, he really didn't want to waste time on this stinging teacher, so he said briefly: "This gentleman, please hand over that one."

Ji Weike, as he said, did not intend to take the risk of helping Jiang Yi'an.He responded casually, and loosened Jiang Yi'an's collar.Jiang Yi'an suddenly turned around and grabbed his sleeve.Just as Ji Weike was about to open his mouth to say something more, he let this moment slightly forget what he was about to say.

Jiang Yian clutched his sleeve tightly.

Ji Weike has been away from the rivers and lakes for a few years, and his chivalrous bones, which have been beaten through the wind and rain, have also been worn away in the mountains and rivers.Even though he didn't lose much of his abilities, he forgot about the bloody storm until these hands grabbed his sleeves.

Suddenly there was a buzz in his head.

He realized that what Jiang Yian was holding was not him, but the life-saving straw and hope.

He also suddenly remembered that he had shined in the eyes of others, and he was also people's hope. He was a madman, a thunderbolt in the wilderness.

The leading brawny man over there lost his patience, clicked his tongue, and said in a trembling voice, "Jiang Yi'an!"

Jiang Yi'an's face was calm, his eyes flickered coldly, and he was not afraid of the people around him at all.

The brawny man only looked at Huo Da, and walked quickly a few steps. Although he spoke beautiful words, he didn't have much patience at all, he went up to pull Jiang Yi'an and was about to leave.

Jiang Yi'an glanced sideways at Ji Weike, and saw that his face was stiff, and he knew it.He simply let the man pull him away, regardless of the open wound on his arm, which was stained red again on the white gauze.

The strong man pulled him off the table, cursing.

Seeing this, the surrounding circle of people let out a burst of laughter.The cynicism is endless, and the indifference of the world is all in the ear in an instant.

Suddenly Ji Weike fell down from the table, took a step towards the strong man, turned around, and slapped the strong man on the back.

This palm didn't seem to cause any harm, but the strong man spurted out a mouthful of blood, let go of Jiang Yi'an, and staggered forward several steps.

The cynicism and sarcasm around him disappeared in an instant, and they became quiet all of a sudden.

"Oh." Ji Weike withdrew his hand, yawned, and said lightly, "I said a few times to stop, and you will be punished physically if you don't listen to Mr.'s speech."

Jiang Yi'an staggered a few steps and fell to the side, opened the distance, couldn't help laughing, everything was proceeding as expected.

The gauze on his head was wiped off, and the bitter pine plums turned white, which was the mark of the head of the final sect.