It was noon and the sun was sinking again.

After seven or eight days of repeated recurrence, the team became closer and closer to the destination, and the team became less and less formal.

I was rushing through the day and sang mountain songs with great momentum. It was so lively. I set up camp at night, not only with good wine and food, but also with great singing and dancing. Those who followed from afar were all confused. Where was this going? What was this going? Is this a trap or a trick? It was such a way to play cards without following the rules, which was too damaging the rules of the world!

Tang Jiaren's body is getting slower and slower, and she can't see anything unusual when walking. She just occasionally has a quick movement, and she will suddenly stop and need to move slowly. She is like an old lady who is about to die. She can't say that any joint will make her feel upset with her and stop working.

In order to make her happy, everyone tried their best.

Zhan Cangqiong weaves a little grasshopper for her, Meng Shuilan tells her gossip, and Yu Qianqiong gives her three sets of dresses, underwear, shoes and socks.

At night, when you are drunk, people are drunk, and the night is thick. Except for the occasional snoring, everything is quiet.

A thin figure emerged from a simple tent, leaned over and slowly groped out. If he met a patrolling iron cavalry, he would hide behind the tree and remain motionless. After the iron cavalry left, he stuck his head out, observed for a while, and then continued to move forward in the dark.

Just when he thought he was about to be safe, someone patted his back.

The thin figure was startled, turned around and looked at the person who was patting him. His face became a rock, and then he tried hard to squeeze out a smile, which squeezed the stone into pieces, making it so ugly.

Tang Jiaren tilted her head, hugged her arms, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Who is the thin man? It is the scholar who is about to escape. The scholar shook his head repeatedly and said, "If you don't go anywhere, don't go anywhere..."

Tang Jiaren laughed and said, "It's hard for you. You can come here through layers of guards. Let's go, go back. Since you don't go anywhere, go back to sleep. You'll have to hurry up tomorrow."

The scholar bowed and said, "Miss, please let me go."

Tang Jiaren learned the way this scholar looked and said, "Please remember who that person is."

The scholar's face changed slightly and he said slightly unnaturally: "I really can't remember."

Tang Jiaren raised her eyebrows and said, "Then go back. Whenever you think about it, you will let you go."

The scholar sighed heavily and followed Tang Jiaren with a weak head.

Tang Jiaren suddenly attacked the scholar.

The scholar was caught by her and fell to the ground.

Tang Jiaren jumped up and stepped on the scholar's chest.

The scholar could not dodge and was stepped on, grinning in pain, looking like he was almost dying.

Tang Jiaren lowered her eyes and looked at the scholar, saying, "If you are like this, you will die if you go out."

The scholar covered his chest and asked, "Why... die?"

Tang Jiaren smiled with a curved look and said, "How many people are staring at me? They can't get my news, so they naturally have to ask people who understand the inside story. Unfortunately, you are a person who understand the inside story."

The scholar got up tremblingly and said, "But... I don't know."

Tang Jiaren pointed to her nose with her finger and said, "I don't believe you don't remember the rough man, just as they don't believe you don't know the so-called inside story. I know a lot about the means of forcing people, but I don't want to do it. I think those people outside will definitely let you understand thoroughly."

The scholar looked at the dark area not far away and felt that there seemed to be a few people standing there. He couldn't help but feel shocked and wanted to walk back.

Tang Jiaren said, "Look, I don't want you to go back now. Well, I'm kind and let you leave." After that, he walked back.

The scholar looked at the darkness not far away, immediately covered his chest and turned around and followed Tang Jiaren, saying, "I vaguely remember the man's appearance."

Tang Jiaren looked at the scholar.

The scholar paused slightly and continued, "But... I have a request."

Tang Jiaren said: "You said."

The scholar thought, "You have to help me find a job, so... the people in the martial arts world dare not do anything to me."

Tang Jiaren glanced at the scholar.

The scholar turned red and said, "I have some talented people."

Tang Jiaren replied: "Then you draw the portrait. If you draw it like it, you will ask you for a job."

The scholar sharpened his knife and said suddenly: "Okay! One word is certain!"

Tang Jiaren squinted her eyes and smiled.

The scholar said, "By the way, when I came out just now, I saw a red shadow flashing past your carriage."

Tang Jiaren looked at her and Tang Buxiu's carriage and said, "Is that so? Maybe Xiaoyumao has something to do to me..."

Before he finished speaking, a bang came from the carriage. Then, Tang Buxiu fell out of the carriage and barely stood up. His hands were covering his abdomen, and there... blood was flowing.

Tang Jiaren was slightly stunned and immediately rushed towards Tang Buxiu.

Before Tang Jiaren could approach, Yu Qianqiong came out of the carriage, raised the dagger in his hand again, jumped up, and penetrated it into Tang Buxiu's chest!

Tang Jiaren's breathing was suffocated, and she felt that her chest was pierced!

She screamed, "No!"

Yu Qianqiong hesitated for a moment, but he still inserted the dagger into Tang Buxiu's chest.

Tang Jiaren's roar attracted Zhan Cangqiong and others. They didn't care about wearing shoes and jumped out of the carriage and surrounded Yu Qianqiong. No one could believe that the scene in front of them would happen in such a night.

Tang Buxiu covered his chest and staggered back two steps. Blood flowed out of his chest, and soon wet his milky white collar, shocking.

Tang Jiaren ran to Tang Buxiu, stretched out her trembling hand, supported his leaning body, and said in a trembling voice: "Xu...Xuxiu..."

Tang Buxiu slowly turned his eyes, looked at Tang Jiaren, smiled and said hoarsely: "Don't blame him, he... wants to force you... to merge..." After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Tang Buxiu's body fell into Tang Jiaren's arms, and blood flowed into her hands, making it cold. Tang Jiaren's hand trembled violently, but she kept slapping Tang Buxiu's face and said, "Wake up... Wake up... Wake up..."

No one responded.

Tang Jiaren's eyes trembled, she raised her blood-stained hand, and her eyes fell on the blood, which was horrifying. She slowly turned her eyes and looked at Yu Qianqiong, and asked in a silence, "Why?"

Yu Qianqiong said: "Tang Buxiu is right, I'm forcing you to merge."

Tang Jiaren seemed to be forced to smile and said, "Forcing me to merge? So...you kill me to get up?"

Yu Qianqiong said: "I didn't want to do it so early. Why... you don't have much time."

Tang Jiaren dullly repeated: "You...kill Xiuxiu."

Yu Qianqiong said: "That's right. I've already seen that he has lost his internal strength. Killing him is easy. Beauty, for you, everyone's life is not life, including myself."

Tang Jiaren looked at Yu Qianqiong in disbelief.
Chapter completed!