magic eye doctor

Chapter 492 Assassination at midnight (two more

Le Yun went into the forest with her luggage on her back, and walked a long way. Even if she walked a few hundred meters, she could clearly hear Handsome Yan's words calling her "Bear Child", and silently put Handsome Yan's name on her teeth. A few times, I ignored him, made sure no one was around, reorganized the backpack, threw all the things into the space, only carried a small amount of food and tent, took out the hatchet, put on gloves, and picked medicinal herbs while walking.

Yan Shao, who was on the way back, went back to the city center and went to Sanweixuan in the food alley to have lunch. A Fu, the face brusher, ran to report to the young master. Xuan Shao leisurely walked to the lobby, sat down beside Yan Shao, and for a while. His face rippling: "Young Master Yan, does the little beauty have something for you to convey?"

"No. Little Loli went to the Hengshan Mountains to pick tea leaves, and I just came here to eat." Yan Xing didn't even move his eyebrows, and his face was calm.

"Oh, the little beauty went to pick tea? Is picking new tea to entertain guests at the Stone Appreciation Tea Party? Well, I'm going to have a good time. Young Master Yan, you're not here to spread the word, you are free." Yang, the clouds and wind lightly ran back to the kitchen again.

It is common for Master Xuan to come and leave when he says to go. Young Master Yan drank the boiled water calmly and waited for the dishes.

Xuan Shao turned to the back hall and recruited Xuan Yi at the door of the kitchen: "Go and check, has a family or sect made small moves in private recently."

"Master?" Xuan Yi was a little puzzled, why did the young master want to check the details of the person today?

"There is something wrong with the sentence that someone from Yan revealed the whereabouts of the little beauty just now. Someone must have shot at the immortal doctor in private. Young Master Yan suspects that it is the work of the ancient martial family or which sect. If there are any new moves, if there are any changes, the gentlemen in the Hidden Valley will know if necessary.”

"Understood." Xuan Yi understood. It turned out that Young Master Yan had secretly sent the news. He responded and immediately asked the secret guard to pass the Young Master's order to the secret agents of Xuanyuan's family.

There is a propaganda word, Xuan Shao enters the kitchen, and tosses his favorite cooking skills.

As a personal bodyguard, Xuan Yi should not be away from the young master for too long. After going out for a while and then returning to the kitchen, he accompanies the young master to tinker with dark dishes in the kitchen.

Yan Shao ate lunch at Sanweixuan and left calmly, driving his car, tossing on the road for three hours, and returning to Qingda University to continue to be a good student.

That night, Shao Liu went back to the dormitory to see someone who was bombed back by Yan. He was in a better mood. It was better to be alone than everyone else. He was lonely at school by himself.

Le Yun walked around the mountains alone, wandered around in the west, and walked slowly in the general direction of Xiaowutai. The specific route was crooked, avoiding all the crops under the mountain, and avoiding the scenery. area, dedicated to remote drilling.

After wandering until it was dark and finding a place to camp, she sighed dejectedly. She found no tracking, no tracking, and no drone tracking for a long time.

Although no one followed on the first day, it does not necessarily mean that there will be no future. She is not entangled for the time being. She first slipped back to the space to take care of the crops, harvested medicinal materials and fruits and vegetables. It was too early to go to bed. Go to the lawn rack to drain the water, and then go out to meditate in the tent and sleep.

All night, she remained in a light sleep state, and even a little trouble could not escape her hearing detection.

The next day, also March 3, Friday.

On the last day of March in the new calendar, students and office workers have a busy day. Students do not have a vacation after school, and office workers do not have a vacation after get off work. Because Qingming Festival is Tuesday, it is a holiday, so it will be April 4 next Monday. The day is reversed with April 3st on the current Saturday, and the Qingming Festival is also connected with the two-day holiday weekend, with a total of three days off, which is convenient for people to worship ancestors and sweep the tombs.

Le Xiaoxiao passed the last day of March in the new lunar calendar smoothly. When the first day of April came, it was closer to Qingming Festival, so speed up the trip.

In the middle of the morning, the music of walking in the jungle, sniffing the smell in the air, silently speeding up the pace, walking and stopping, stopping and walking, sniffing the air everywhere, and at noon, over a mountain , also entered the territory of H North Province, and officially entered the boundary circle of Xiaowutai.

In the evening, find a suitable place, set up a tent peacefully, pick up firewood to make a fire, cook a pot of porridge, eat enough, drill into the tent on time, meditate and rest.

On the day of April 4st, office workers finished their day of classes, students finished their day of classes, and were temporarily liberated. Students from the capital's colleges and universities who were close to their homes also went home one after another.

The beautiful boy and his friends also went home together, together with Yan Shao and Liu Shao, and they dispersed one after another halfway, each returning to his own family, each looking for his own mother.

Lefu's workshop also had three days off. Boss Wu went back to his home in the capital city to pay homage to the deceased elders, and the people in the workshop also went home for the Qingming holiday.

On April 4, Sunday, many people in urban and rural areas visited the graves to pay tribute to their deceased elders. After all, some people returned to their hometowns from more fortunate places to worship their ancestors. When it rained on Qingming Festival, it might not be possible to go to the mountains. Usually, they would go to the tombs while the weather was clear.

Le Xiaoxiao ran for another day in the mountains, set up camp at sunset, wrapped the rabbits caught during the day into mud eggs, made mud-burnt rabbits to treat himself, and climbed into the tent to rest after dark.

The night temperature in the mountains is low. Even in April of the new calendar, the snow peaks of the highest peak in Xiaowutai still have not melted, as if the winter has not yet passed, and the temperature at night is only a few degrees, which is very cold.

On a cold spring night, the mountains are silent, empty and secluded.

The blue tent in the meadow on the edge of the valley and jungle between the mountains and mountains blends in with the night, and it is almost impossible to tell whether it is a clump of grass or a tent.

After midnight, even the rodents returned to their burrows and slept back to their cages. The mists swelled between the mountains and the mountains.

At the moment when everything was quiet, a faint fragrance floated from the top of the tent, elegant and fragrant.

The charming fragrance flutters and escapes, making the tent square garden shrouded in the fragrant aroma, like a hundred flowers in spring, and the fragrance of the flowers is overwhelming.

The fragrance is intoxicating, the insects dormant in the grass are silent, and the surrounding is more and more silent.

Fragrance lingers, lingering for a long time.

About an hour after the scent first appeared, a person walked out from the meadow above the limelight. The night was dark, and the appearance of the person could not be seen. Only the person felt like the wind blowing a weak willow, light and silent.

The man walked on the grass with light work, and stopped about 50 meters away from the tent, and then stopped at about [-] meters away from the tent. When he reached about ten meters away, in the hazy fog, someone came and waved his hand, Dozens of cold lights cut through the air and turned into a shower of stars covering the tent.

The stars in the sky are like broken bamboos, breaking through the tents, nailing them into objects, and some collide in the air, wiping out faint sparks.

The spark was a little blue star, although it was weak, it was extremely dazzling in the night.

The cold light that filled the sky and rain penetrated all the tents, piercing objects one after another, or flew into the opposite tent, some stuck on the tent cloth, some passed through the cloth, and landed in the grass.

When the cold light penetrated the tent, there seemed to be a faint humming sound, and finally there was a dead silence.

The person who cast out a piece of dark stars looked at Lengmang from the distance and disappeared, and once again spread a dozen dark stars, the cold light shot away from the tent at a dozen o'clock, and the people also flew away, before Leng Xingzi pierced into the tent. When people approached, there was a sound of "bass" in the dark night, and a cold metal light burst out.

The cold metal light waved down and fell from the top of the tent.

The person holding the knife flashed backwards and retreated seven or eight meters away in an instant. In the darkness, the sparks flickered and disappeared, and then a small flashlight with strong light was lit.

Just by the light of the flashlight, the appearance of a person can be vaguely seen. It is a man in a modern black mountaineering suit. He is about fifty years old. His hair is combed to the back of his head, revealing high cheekbones and a wide face. And no surprise.

He was carrying an ordinary backpack, wearing hiking boots, and a long knife with a sharp edge in his hand. The cold light flashed. When he stepped back, he stepped into the grass, and he raised a flashlight to shine in the direction of the tent, which was broken. It still didn't collapse, but it was half collapsed. The wind was blowing, and the rags were shaking with a cracking sound.

The man who was obsessed with the machete swept his toes up again, the flashlight swayed like a shadow lamp on a dance floor, and the person swept to the tent half a meter away, and the machete swept past again.

Bang, bang, the big knife swiped, first it cut the pole of the tent, and then the steel pole was abruptly broken, and then the tent was vigorously lifted up and turned to one side, and there was something shaking at the bottom of the tent.

The man with the knife slashed twice in a row, slashing the tent to pieces, and found that there was only a straw man in clothes, still a target made of fresh grass. A three-edged small dart knife.

There was nothing in the tent except a straw man.

When the man with the knife saw that the tent was empty, he waved his knife again, and threw the tent up. There was grass under the tent, and he couldn't hide anyone. He swept back and retreated a few feet. Grasp the long sword tightly and take a defensive posture against a strong enemy.

He was on guard all over, listening in all directions, guarding against sneak attacks.

There was no night rat activity in the darkness, no night birds chirping, not even the sound of insects.

The man holding the knife maintained his posture as if he was facing a great enemy. The longer the time passed, the more solemn his expression became.

After about a quarter of an hour, there was a sound of wind in the darkness, and the man holding the knife saw his hand. When his eyes moved, his body moved.

As soon as he swung his long knife, a rush of cold water splashed towards him, covering his head and face, the water appeared so inexplicable, the man holding the knife was thrown straight, and his eyes were soaked in water, like being immersed in a lime pool As usual, the burning pain was so hot that I couldn't open my eyes, and even my mouth was burning.

In the cold night, a crisp oriole-like voice swayed: "You little bastard didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and you were sprinkling incense and throwing dark stars, and you were slashing and killing with a knife. What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)