The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

It was difficult to raise his head, and all the muscles hidden under his clothes were tense. It had been an hour, and he didn't dare to move.

Xue Lang hadn't been angry with them for a long time, so much so that he almost forgot that the one who likes to torture them the most is not He Shaotang, but this man.

An hour ago, Xue Lang rushed here full of irritability. Wang Lin waited for a long time, but when he saw him, he seemed to be close to his hometown. . "The head of the shadow guard left last night and transferred a few brothers to take his place. He purposely asked his subordinates to explain that he must wait until today before he can tell the master."

"Gone?" Xue Lang's voice was unbelievably calm, "Where did you go?"

Wang Lin shivered, and replied, "This subordinate doesn't know."

Xue Lang sneered twice, and said, "I don't know? Bring him back to me right away! If you want to escape, you have to catch him and break his legs if you run to the ends of the earth!"

Wang Lin said in embarrassment: "The chief shadow guard won't let us follow..."

A sword aura brushed across his neck, and the sleeve of the night clothes suddenly snapped off. Xue Lang smiled cruelly. What he was holding was not a sword, but a dead branch.

"Trash! Can't figure out who is the master? When I return to Dachu..."

Xue Lang paused, turned his back and took two deep breaths, his thoughts were even more chaotic, he was in a trance, whether he could go back, even he himself might not be sure.

He told Wang Lin to go away, but the pain and anger in his body always had to be vented, so he used the branches as weapons to practice the gun on the spot, the green leaves were flying, the wind was rustling and the rain was raining.

The torrential rain poured down, thunder and lightning flashed, birds and beasts ran for their lives, and there was a lot of quarrel for a while.

"Yan Li, Yan Li, even you have learned to make trouble for me." He let the rain slap on his body, feeling very disappointed.

Due to the sudden rain, Amu couldn't go outside. He hurriedly opened the canopy for the "sacred bird" and drenched himself. The bird was also startled by the lightning, and all its blood-red feathers exploded, " Hiccup," cried out for comfort.

Sitting in the hut, Amu sighed as he watched the rain getting heavier and heavier: "This rain falls as soon as it is said, and I don't know what happened to that person?"

At the foot of the mountain, Xue Lang was completely chilled, but he still couldn't vent his distress. He knew it was best to find a place to shelter from the rain, lest he faint all of a sudden and need those angry shadow guards to carry him away.

But he couldn't, he couldn't move his feet, he thought, drenched in the rain, died so peacefully and vigorously, so that Yan Li could know that he couldn't live without him.

"Yun Rong" had seizures more and more frequently. He felt that his reactions were becoming more and more sluggish, and his hands and feet were no longer in control. The symptoms of top-heavyness continued. Many times, he felt that he was falling when his feet were stepping on the ground. Falling into the bottomless abyss, or rising with no end in sight.

The summer thunderstorm came so suddenly, and the rain showed no signs of slowing down, but the thunder and lightning swarmed again. He realized that staying under the lush bushes would be his life, and suddenly, he inexplicably remembered the whole body Big blood red bird.

Amu's residence is on the top of the mountain. Whenever this kind of weather is the time when he is most frightened, the closest he is to death, the dazzling lightning strikes a little before his toes, so usually at such times, he must hurry down the mountain, Or find a low-lying area to hide.

Just as he picked up his umbrella and was about to go down the mountain, a vague figure caught his eyes in the rain.

"Master Xue?!" He shouted in surprise and joy.

Xue Lang was drenched all over, thinking about that strange bird in his heart, his legs came here, Amu trotted over to help him into the house, and asked him: "Mr. Xue, what are you doing up the mountain on such a bad day?"

In an instant, a thunderstorm tore through the clouds, and he was born in the most ferocious posture. Although Amu was used to thunderstorms, he couldn't help being frightened by this sound and flinched.

"No matter what you do here, come down the mountain with me first, it's too dangerous here." Amu looked worried at the sky illuminated by lightning.

Xue Lang pushed his hand away, went to the room and sat down. The cabin was very water seepage, and most of the bedding on the bed was wet. In the thunderstorm night, for the sake of safety, Amu would not live on the mountain.

The rain was splashing on the roof, and streams of water flowed down from the eaves. The cabbage in the field was blown up by the rain and the wind. The thunder became stronger, and the sky was as dark as before.

"You, why did you sit down?"

Xue Lang tilted his head, but he didn't hear the bird singing, so he asked, "Where's the chicken?"

"Chicken?" Amu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "You mean Xiaohong? It's in the back, it's fine."

"Take me to have a look." Xue Lang stood up and said.

Amu looked at him incomprehensibly, didn't think about what words to refute, but he led him away, he said he wanted to see, and he really took him there.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a rumbling thunder was brewing, and Amu was chanting words with a pious expression, but Xue Lang couldn't understand.

"Which Sutra did you recite?"

Amu replied: "I am praying for us, and hope that the merciful God can bless us."

Xue Lang sneered suddenly: "God? God will not bless you just because of your occasional nagging."

"Even so, it's good to ask for peace of mind."

Peace of mind?Xue Lang paused slightly, his thin side face was dripping with water and looked extremely sharp.

The bird was under the canopy, with its head still buried in its chest, maintaining a posture of standing on one foot. When the thunder sounded, it shook up and down. Most of its feathers were wet, and the white hair fell to the ground. Unfortunately, it was covered by mud. Even though it was stained black, the canopy was still too small for it.

"What are you doing here to see it? Go down the mountain quickly." He was not in a hurry, but Amu was anxious to stomp his feet.

Xue Lang didn't listen to persuasion, and couldn't hear it, because when he "seeed" the bird, his senses seemed to be closed, and the overwhelming red came to him again. Rain fell on his sleeves.

Rise, rise, rise to the clouds, until you embrace the thunder and the wind, the wind and thunder bow their heads for him, the divine bird paves the way for him, even the gods in the sky come to welcome him, white smoke curls up, and the incense burner condenses.

Like a dream, like a dream, like a dream, like a dream.

He saw a bit of real red and chased after it desperately.

When Amu turned sideways to hide from the rain, Xue Lang jumped out like a leopard, and Xiao Hong who grabbed him refused to let go. He tried to hold him to talk to him, but found it was completely futile, Xue Lang broke free from him easily.

Not long after, the man in a mess suddenly fell on his back and hit the flowers, bleeding from his orifices. Amu was startled, and kept calling and shaking him, but it still didn't help.

The shadow guard who was hiding in the dark finally sensed the ominous atmosphere, and immediately appeared.

"Who are you?" Amu was startled again, but he tightly protected Xue Lang and said loudly, "Go away!"

Ying Qi pushed him away, leaned on Xue Lang's body to listen to his heartbeat, and felt his pulse, but he was still helpless when he turned around. Among them, no one except Wang Lin knew that Xue Lang had been poisoned, and Wang Lin might be following Yan at this time. Chasing away from the footsteps.

The pulse was very weak, breathing was intermittent, Xue Lang was in danger, and the only thing they thought was that the kid in front of him must have poisoned his master while he was not paying attention.Ying Liu pressed Amu angrily, and asked, "Where is the antidote? Hand it over!"

Amu struggled: "What antidote? I don't know, who are you guys? Don't hurt him."

"Pretend to be a good person, right? Today I must—"

"That's enough brother six, it's important to detoxify the master first." Ying Qi frowned and shouted

Ying Liu put down Amu bitterly, and asked fiercely, "Where's your doctor?"

Amu glanced at Xue Lang. "I'll take you to find it."

The thunderstorm showed no signs of weakening, and most people in Laifeng Town hid at home, staring out the door in a daze.Caught by Ying Liu's arms, Amu ran from the mountain to Ding's house, and when he entered the door, he shouted, "Little doctor!"

Fortunately, Ding Xiaoya was at home. She was wearing an apron and was cooking. She ran out immediately when she heard the sound.

"Ah! Brother Amu, you are here! Come in and sit down... Who are these people?"

Amu wiped the rain off his face indiscriminately, strode closer, grabbed her wrist, and said, "It's too late to explain to you, go save her."

When he heard that he was saving lives, Ding Xiaoya put down the spoon in his hand. "Is anyone sick?"

"It's Mr. Xue, who bled so much that he couldn't wake up even if he screamed."

Ding Xiaoya also became worried, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The two were holding hands and were about to leave when Ding Sheng came out from the back room. He heard it vaguely and knew that Xue Lang's death might be approaching, so he also asked to follow him to have a look, maybe he could help.

Ying Qi waved his hand and said to bring it on, and the group hurried back to the mountain, the wind blew the bamboo, and the rain passed the green hill.

Xue Lang lay quietly on Amu's small bed. The moon-white blindfold was dyed two pieces of crimson red. There were five or six streaks of dried blood on his face. During the time they left, he bled again. There was a lot of blood, and the pillow was also red.

Fortunately, his chest was still heaving slightly, Ying Qi hurriedly pushed the old and the young to him. "Hurry up and save people."

Ding Sheng got his pulse, and opened his eyelids to take a closer look, his face was serious from the beginning to the end, he was right as he expected, it was really poisonous, this man will not live for a few hours.

The author has something to say:

I caught a hot cold last week and it hasn’t recovered. I went for a nucleic acid test in the middle of the night two days ago, and came back with a bad cold. I lay in bed for two days without eating. My throat is still sore today. There are still more than ten days in the hot weather. You must pay attention to your health, the epidemic is still severe, and try to go out as little as possible, even if you go out on such a hot day