beg for chivalry

There seemed to be a hole in the head, and warm and sticky blood was bubbling. When the cold night wind blew past, it seemed that the skull was torn apart again, causing waves of pain.Yu Yiwei's ears kept ringing, what he saw was turned upside down, and his whole body seemed to fall into the ice, turning around non-stop.

He was in excruciating pain, but fortunately his skull was hard enough, so the assassin's hidden weapon couldn't penetrate it, but he still survived.Yu Yiwei turned his neck with difficulty, and saw a locust rock falling beside him, with warm blood still on it.Just now the assassin hit his forehead with this thing, causing him to fall from the eaves.

Yu Yiwei got up crookedly, and staggered a few steps.The world was turning like a dharani, and when he realized it, he had already rolled to the ground.There seemed to be bright stars flying in front of his eyes. Dazzled, Yu Yiwei propped up his elbows in embarrassment, crawled and curled up, and murmured:

"Zhi Xu...I have to save Zhi Xu..."

Every time I read it, it seems that the pain will be reduced by one point.He bent his elbows and crawled to the door, and a bloody wind blew through the door opening, like a big mouth.In the dark night, Yu Zhixu's snow robe was particularly glaring.Yu Yi didn't see the mottled blood on it, and the bright red that was smearing horribly on his waist.

The shrill sound of firecrackers tore through the silence, and Yu Yiwei couldn't believe it for a moment, his eyes slowly widened.He saw Yu Zhixu falling down like a puppet with a broken thread, and fell into a pool of blood that was gradually spreading.

The silver thread loosened, and the burden on his neck disappeared instantly.Yan Jiubian still stood at the same spot with his mouth pursed, his eyes staring blankly, and his face was covered with a thin layer of sweat.His eyes slowly moved to Yu Zhixu who was lying on the ground, he paused for a long time, kicked the man's back with the toe of his boot, and then said in a trembling voice:

"...is he dead?"

Yu Yiwei was dizzy, and Yan Jiubian's voice fell into his ears, violently swirling into a whirlpool in his heart.

died?

Just now Rakshasa in black said——Is Yu Zhixu dead?

Yuzhi Xu, who was still talking to him a quarter of an hour ago, and taught him to read the girl's heart and make up his mind, was killed in that mansion shop!Wounded by a sword, pierced by a gunfire, and passed away after being tortured.

In an instant, Yu Yiwei's heart seemed to sink into the abyss, layers of ice shells were cracked, and blood flowed profusely from being pierced by ice balls.He subconsciously wanted to cry bitterly, but when all the words jumped out of his throat, there was only a faint sound, which turned into a low howl that could not be heard.

The assassin with the firecracker jumped down from upstairs, his face covered with a reggae mask.A circle of copper quiver is hung on the waist, and two Lumi guns are crossed on the back with leather straps, and there is a sense of hostility in the heavy.It was Huo Qi from the Fire Department.

Huo Qi fell to the ground, lit the fire rope of the blunderbuss, and threw it on Yu Zhixu.The burnt bamboo tube was scorched black and burst, bursting suddenly, and the broken porcelain and iron sand inside shot into the flesh and blood, making a muffled sound.Yu Yi could even smell the scorching sound of skin and flesh, and it was as if a thunder was exploding on his head, his mind was blank, and his heart was filled with horror and pain.

Yuzhi Xu was lying on his back, half of his face was stained with blood.He tilted his head and neck back, and his cloudy eyes seemed to reflect Yu Yiwei who was also lying down outside the door.Yu Yiwei trembled and wanted to reach out to touch him, but it was too far away for them to reach.Yu Zhixu looked like a blurry dot, gradually disappearing in the tears in his eyes.

He never seemed to be able to reach Yu Zhixu. In the past, there was a natural gap between the two of them, but now there is a life and death gap between them.

Some assassins already ran around looking for the Tianshanmen disciple who escaped from the hall just now, and when they found them, they wiped their necks, tied stones around their ankles and sank them into the ditch.Some were thrown into mule carts to be transported to the mountains and buried in pits.

Yan Jiubian seemed to have finally regained his breath, frowned and backed away, avoiding the bloody man on the ground, and said: "There seems to be some noise outside the hall door, Shui Shishi, Shui Shisan, you two go check it out. .”

After hearing these words, Yu Yiwei shuddered all over, as if a sledgehammer fell on his heart.He is lying in front of the hall!He tried hard to move his legs, but his whole body was sore and limp as if he had fallen apart.It was as if his body no longer belonged to him, and he didn't know where it was broken, and he writhed on the ground like a lost dog.

There was the slight sound of assassins landing on the gray tiles, and someone jumped onto the eaves.He was about to be seen, sweat dripped from the side of his cheeks, Yu Yiwei staggered along the wall with such force that he almost crushed his molars, and then collapsed on the ground in disappointment.

In an instant, he met Yu Zhixu's eyes.For a moment, Yu Yiwei seemed to catch a glimpse of Yuzhi Xu moving slightly like a twitch, his lips were weakly parted, and thick blood flowed out from it, as if he wanted to say something to him.Yu Yiwei is a playboy who often sneaks into the room, and he recognizes Yu Zhixu's lips at a glance.

He said: run.Yiwei, run quickly.

Intense sorrow seized Yu Yiwei's heart.I don't know when it started, tears were streaming down his face, and it was unknown whether it was blood or tears from the smashed forehead that fell on the wet front of his clothes.He is too weak, a wimp who can't even use a sword properly, and has to do his best to save his own life.

Yu Yi didn't try his best to get up against the wall, when he suddenly heard a mess of noises in the back hall.An assassin shouted loudly: "Not dead! This man is not dead!"

He was talking about Yu Zhixu who was lying on the ground earlier.Huo Qi pierced his body with a blunderbuss, and then blew it up with a cylinder filled with broken porcelain and sulfur, but he was lucky enough to avoid the vital point.Yuzhi Xu raised his head and neck like a bloody corpse, and let out a broken growl from his throat.An assassin rushed up and pierced his chest with a horse fork, and the iron piece pierced into the flesh.

Yu Zhixu shouted hoarsely toward the north: "Quick... go! Ding Mao...!"

In an instant, Yu Yiwei trembled more and more.Even in the end, this person wanted to help the assassins away for him, facing the opposite direction, shouting a name that did not belong to him.

He trembled, even rolled and crawled along the wall and moved like crazy to escape.The sound of the wind blew in my ears, as if all the miserable sounds would be lost in the night behind me.It was pitch black in front of his eyes, but his eyes were already full of blood.

Yu Yiwei didn't know how many people they saved, and also didn't know whether those running disciples could escape Houtianlou's butcher's knife.But he knew that Yuzhi Xu would not be able to survive. With such a serious injury and being captured by the assassins, it was really impossible to escape.Maybe the little junior sister is right, he not only has to suffer from flesh and blood, but also has to suffer from blood.But why was he such a wimp able to escape?If Yu Zhixu is alive, maybe Tianshanmen will be rescued in the future.

Everything seemed to happen too fast, he was just a useless idiot who was kicked and beaten by his disciples yesterday, but today he encountered such a tragedy of exterminating his family.The disciples died and were wounded; Yu Jiachen was not around, the two elders passed away, and the remaining two stayed in Tianshan to recuperate.He knew that Tianshanmen and Houtianlou had a blood feud, but he didn't expect that they would end up in such a miserable way this time.

The streets and alleys are dark, there is no light anywhere, and the night before dawn is always the darkest.Yu Yiwei fled rolling and crawling, as if floating in a dark sea, his whole body was like a broken cowhide, panting heavily.His forehead was still dripping with blood, and he continued to catch it with his hand, while pressing the other hand on the wound, for fear that people would see him if the dripping dripped down.

There seemed to be a sneaky sound coming from behind, Yu Yiwei glanced back tremblingly, and saw that there seemed to be a thick shadow on the gray tiles under the waning moon, it was an evil spirit perched on the eaves.

It was the Houtianlou Assassin who followed.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he could barely move.Originally, he was forcing himself to take a step, but now he was cold and hurt, and couldn't tell east, west, north, south.The assassin held a long sword in his hand, with a half-curved sword head, and the ferocious green face of a man-eating beast on the sword, and the cold light was like a round of cold moon.

There seemed to be the whistling wind coming from behind the ears, and the evil spirits in Houtianlou swung their heads around, and their scorching eyes wandered through the dark streets and alleys.

A few straw mats were spread across the entrance of the nursing home, and the Yimin were snoring like thunder, falling asleep like dead pigs.Yu Yi didn't throw himself among them, and pulled a reed mat around him in panic.

From the hole in the reed mat, he saw the gloomy figure of the assassin.Standing on the curved overhanging eaves is a Bilituo hungry ghost. The ghost face has a swollen forehead and comb-like sharp fangs. Its eyes are cautiously pacing among the Yi people.Then suddenly jumped off the cornice, and walked step by step towards the entrance of the nursing home.

Terrified, Yu Yi didn't hold his breath.He felt hot and sweating all over his body, but he was shivering like a cold, his heart throbbed like crazy, and he wished he could faint immediately.The assassin stood in front of him holding the beast-headed sword, and there was a slight hard touch on the back of his shoulder. The sword surface slowly swept across his body, and it would sink into the flesh with just a light stab.

The Yimin were sleeping soundly, muttering in their dreams.But the sad thing is that the beggar who Yiwei had just picked up the reed mat woke up in a daze, and suddenly cursed: "Who are you, what are you doing by grabbing my quilt!"

Yu Yi was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the beggar had already started to pull the broken mat that was covering him, muttering as he pulled it: "Come again! I want to cover it...I'll bring it another day!"

The assassin seemed to be still standing in front of him, Yu Yiwei's heart was thumping viciously against his chest, jumping like it was about to break.He rolled up the reed mat desperately, not daring to move like a rock.The beggar pawed for a while, seeing that he was silent, spit on him and fell asleep on his back after cursing.

After waiting for a long time, until the surroundings turned into dead silence, Yu Yiwei peeked out from the hole in the reed mat.The assassin had already left, and a crack-like crescent moon hung in the dark night sky. There was a faint cooing sound from some chicken coop, and katydids rustled lazily and screamed one after another.

There was no one in the street, and it was desolately quiet.The moonlight has faded, unable to melt away the dark night like ink.

It wasn't until this moment that Yu Yiwei realized that he was in pain everywhere, such as the broken forehead, as well as the broken hand.But the most painful thing was the heart, which was empty, as if a piece had been gouged out.

The smell of blood lingers in the nose and lingers for a long time.When he closed his eyes, he seemed to still be able to see Yu Zhixu's cloudy eyes.

"What's the matter... Noisy people in the middle of the night, do you want someone to sleep?" Some Yimin were awakened by the intermittent sobbing, and opened their eyes impatiently, but they were startled by the tearful kid beside them.Most of them were clumsy old men who didn't know how to comfort them, thinking that the child was crying from the cold, so they had no choice but to take the straw mat beside him and cover him.

Tears rolled down suddenly, Yu Yiwei was wrapped in the reed mat and curled up into a ball.He had been crying bitterly until dawn, and the tears wet his sleeves over and over again.