thank you very much

Xie Changhuan's flustered explanation just now sounded like a child... You don't need to think too much to know how flustered and anxious he was just now, and he was incoherent.

Wen Fuzhu couldn't bear to coax him to say more words that would make his intestines turn green in the future, so in the end, he just patted his hand slightly generously and gently, not saying much and not comforting But he didn't say any more sharp words anymore, and walked with him silently.

Xie Changhuan was still uneasy, but wanted to say more but was afraid of saying the wrong thing, which made Wen Fuzhu even more unhappy.

The horse under the crotch didn't know what happened today, it was so dry that people wanted to whip it a few more times, but now he didn't dare to make a big move, so how could he dare to make too many big moves.

Wen Fuzhu seemed to have noticed something was wrong. In the second half of the night, the moonlight became darker, and there was even a thin fog in the forest. He lightly touched Xie Changhuan's arm, "Let's ride the horse."

After all, Yuyu didn't care about Xie Changhuan's reaction, he clamped the horse's stomach first, and it was so excited that it jumped out.

Xie Changhuan was taken aback for a moment, his own horse was naturally chosen by himself, and the winner and loser of such a galloping horse can be judged at a glance, how could it suddenly be more important than riding a horse... Thinking a little in the bottom of my heart , and he hurriedly followed up.

In front of him is the man wearing a moon hidden green shirt, shuttling through the gaps in the forest, the light and shadow are staggered, the thick moon is light, and the black silk is blowing against the wind, covering half of his face with coldness.

Wen Fuzhu, you actually have this kind of expression.

This kind of fierce ambition is never seen by others.

Xie Changhuan didn't know what happened, but suddenly he reined in his horse and stopped, and he was as condensed as a pillar in an instant.

——He suddenly wanted to take a gamble, how much this person thought of him.The ones following...are Feathered Crows.

Wen Fuzhu is a person who always has countless backup plans when doing things. At this moment, Xie Changhuan suddenly played his cards out of common sense, and he was also calm. He just pulled the rein and caused the horse to raise its front hooves fiercely, and hissed loudly. , and then the others rushed back like the shadow of an arrow, their toes slightly touching the tree trunk, their bodies swirling with the wind, and their sleeve needles surged darkly.

Jumping up to the tree trunk behind Xie Changhuan again, Wen Fuzhu strangled the neck of the killer who followed just now, and strangled his throat with blood and flesh, and then refused even this organ The wasted weapon was used as a concealed weapon, filled with [-]% of the internal energy, and hit ten feet away viciously—the other hidden killer was also killed by a single blow.

Under the bright moonlight, the man picked up the corner of his clothes and wiped the blood on his hands, raised his head with a gentle smile, and looked at him fixedly, "Why didn't you hide?"

Xie Changhuan was embarrassed, "Leg, my leg was a little cramped, I couldn't get off the horse just now. You know, I'm not good at horse fighting. I'm also cramping badly now, I'm afraid I can't control the horse."

Wen Fuzhu thought Xie Changhuan's excuse was funny, but he didn't try to poke it, and just continued to say softly, "Then I'll help you down, and I'll carry you on my back?"

"OK!"

That was a quick answer.

It wasn't until he lifted the heavy person onto his body that Wen Fuzhu remembered what happened to the killer's body just now.

——It won’t be Jiang Mo who sent them, this is what he and Jiang Mo discussed before, after all, if his own people pretend to attack, maybe in front of Nie Bai and Tan Chen, Wen Fuzhu can find a way to avoid them And cleverly contacted him, but in front of Xie Changhuan, he must be ruthless.I had mentioned this situation with Jiang Mo before, so I made a private agreement not to feint when he and Xie Changhuan were walking together.

Thinking about it this way, this group of people can't be Yu Ya, that's the "false" Yu Ya that Jiang Mo mentioned before.

I don't know what the intention is.

Wen Fuzhu made a rough estimate in his heart, and then gradually accepted this thought, but when he really went to carry Xie Changhuan on his back, Wen Fuzhu wanted to put him down again, and said a few words to him, "Wait a minute, I will Go and see those killers and come again" seemed too abrupt. To put it bluntly, since Wen Fuzhu is a hermit, he shouldn't be a person who meddles in Jianghu affairs. Naturally, there is no reason to check it out. On Xie Changhuan's birthday, it was because he searched the dead body endlessly that he asked him several times. In the end, he threw the wine jar and left in anger.

——If it's really for something or something, then sooner or later he should be able to follow, so Wen Fuzhu decided to let go of this clue for the time being, and only recited Xie Changhuan, and asked him to lead the horse rope, silently Walk forward without making a sound.

After going on like this for about half an hour, when Xie Changhuan began to hear Wen Fuzhu's breathing obviously turning into a panting, he still leaned on him half dead.

Wen Fuzhu didn't let him go down, except that his face became more flushed and his breathing became heavier, his eyes still looked forward firmly, under the moonlight, the softness in his water-colored eyes was cold for the first time. Tell him not to dare to really recognize each other.

——It turned out that Old Wen who was really angry was so scary.

——Obviously he didn't make much noise, but he was so scary.

"Has the poison been removed?"

Xie Changhuan's finger restlessly restlessly wrapped around his hair on the other side of his shoulder stopped suddenly.

"……you know?"

"Otherwise, are you really willing to let me carry you for so long?"

The thin sweat on his body had already soaked through his clothes, and the place where his back was tightly attached to his chest was hot like zeolite—the hotness seemed to be caused by a person's internal energy constantly moving around.

"I can't bear it."

Xie Changhuan rubbed his neck to steal some incense, then jumped off him, and wiped from the outside of her thigh with one hand, and there was a small dark purple needle in the palm of her hand.

This is what he just bet on.

Wen Fuzhu's eyes froze, he snatched the needle, took a closer look, wiped his arm with his palm in hatred, and then patted the tree behind him, "Xie Changhuan! What are you messing around with! If you Can’t the poison be forced out by internal force? What was so distracting in my thoughts just now that I didn’t avoid it? Fortunately, this poison is really something that seals the throat when it sees blood..."

——I dodged the poisonous needles shot by the two ambush killers, and this one was given to me by Qin Niang.

She played a trick in front of this person and fooled him. Xie Changhuan was very happy for some reason.

Especially since this man was so angry about him.

Wen Fuzhu never expected that Xie Changhuan would be able to lie to him at all - when he first met him, he was always wary of this person, but since the moment he accepted him from the bottom of his heart, Wen Fuzhu let go of his guard .Especially at this moment when life and death are at stake, so why would he lie to himself that he has nothing to do?What are you lying to yourself?It's impossible to risk your life to trick yourself into saying something you care about, right?

Simply ridiculous.

Xie Changhuan couldn't be such a ridiculous person.

Therefore, Wen Fuzhu just secretly hated himself, hated that as long as he was by Xie Changhuan's side, this person would have to be distracted, guessing that the two of them seemed to be arguing just now, and he said something more serious, he was afraid If you are so powerful, you will be distracted for a moment and let the enemy take advantage of the loopholes.

At this moment, I just wanted to say something, "Otherwise we'll go separately, you tell me the final destination, and I'll meet up on time, it will be safer for you and me on the road...", the first word of such persuasive words Before he could leave the mouth, he suddenly smelled a trace or two of gunpowder in his nose.

Wen Fuzhu's whole body froze, this is the smell brought by the wind...Damn it, I don't know if Jiang Mo and the others moved, now that Xie Changhuan is here, what good excuse can he find to chase this wind?

Xie Changhuan was also taken aback, because he sometimes used phosphorous powder to make some interesting gadgets, so he was also a little stunned at the moment, thinking how could he still smell this in this desolate place with no villages or shops in front of the wilderness and ridges? Plant something?And how could this kind of thing appear here?

Subconsciously, he glanced sideways at Feng to see the expression on Wen Fuzhu's face.

He...does he want to go and see.

Wen Fuzhu was very anxious. The wind only blew for a short while, and he could only grasp a general direction. If he followed the wind direction at this time, he might be able to gain something. If he didn't follow now, he would turn around Contact Jiang Mo and come back to find clues again, it may be too late...

"Old Wen, did you hear that?"

Wen Fuzhu nodded slightly, trying to look relaxed, "It's weird."

Xie Changhuan also nodded, "Why don't we chase after him?"

"Will you not delay the time to join Qin Niang, Tan Chen and the others?"

"It's not a big deal to go and have a look, at worst, just take a look and leave~" Xie Changhuan also said very easily, anyway, the wind was blowing from the side, and he just walked away, he didn't want to see Wen Fu wishing for future success With some excuses, he didn't accompany him to continue southward, but instead, Old Wen came back and fell into trouble alone.

It's really strange, didn't he have no intention of going to the temple?

After thinking about it, Xie Changhuan still didn't say much or express his opinion, he just tried his best to pretend to be excited, and hurriedly got on his horse and rushed first.

Wen Fuzhu also heaved a sigh of relief, jumped on his horse, and followed closely the gust of wind just now.

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