Congratulations on opening the coffin

"How come? It's so close to the city, are they desperate?"

"If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself!"

On the horizon in the distance, billowing yellow sand was flying towards them.

Ji Lianfeng stopped the chaotic crowd, and calmly ordered: "Everyone pack up immediately, retreat, don't disperse, this place is only five miles away from the garrison army, as long as the army finds out, they will rush over soon. "

After he gave his orders one by one, he turned to look at Shen Ruo: "Miss Shen, don't worry, I will protect you even if I die."

Shen Ruo calmed down the restless horse, turned over and stepped on the horse's back, and only said lightly: "No, just protect yourself."

Although the sentinel had discovered the danger in time, the caravan of more than 100 people was still too cumbersome after all, and was overtaken by the rogues after only running one or two hundred meters.

"Everyone gathers in a circle, and the caravan is inside!"

Seeing that he couldn't run away, Ji Lianfeng immediately changed his strategy, tightened the reins, turned the horse's head around, and protected the caravan behind.

"It's the Raging Fire Banner! It's the Flowing Fire Gang! It's over! We're over! We're doomed!"

The flag with the pattern of crimson flames on a black background fluttered in the wind, and a group of rogues on fast horses leaped down from the high slope, like a well-trained army, instantly surrounded them.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and the bodyguards had already drawn their swords out of their sheaths and set up their battles, but the imaginary fight did not usher.

The leader of the rogues was a burly man with a beard. He said in a vicious voice, "If you don't want to die, hand over your doctor."

"Hand over! Hand over!"

A group of younger brothers beside him held up their guns and knives, threatening in unison, piercing their eardrums.

Old Xu approached Ji Lianfeng, and asked in a low voice, "Young bodyguard, what should we do? Do you want someone?"

A burly man with a voice like a bell: "Don't dawdle, slow down a bit, and we'll start!"

Just when Ji Lianfeng was hesitating, someone in the caravan shouted: "There is a doctor! It's her!"

The man pointed to Shen Ruo, who was the accompanying doctor in the caravan.

Seeing this, Old Xu was furious: "Li Cheng, you are so despicable!"

In order to prevent himself from being caught, he pushed others out!
The burly man looked at Shen Ruo and frowned thickly: "Such a little Douding, he can cure diseases? You wouldn't dare to lie to me, would you?"

Doctor Li hurriedly said: "Don't dare, she really knows how to heal, and just cured the poison of the Kuva scorpion just now."

"Kuva scorpion? That is one of the most poisonous creatures in the desert. People who are stung will have wounds that burn like fire and will fester soon. In the end, the wounded will die of pain. No one can cure it. How dare you lie to me! "The burly man was furious.

"My lord, look at this guy's hands are still swollen, how dare the villain lie to you!"

The eagle-like sharp eyes turned, and the servant who was stung by the poisonous scorpion was so frightened that he covered his injured arm, lowered his head firmly, and shrank into the crowd.

And his hand, which was originally swollen like a pig's trotter, has already disappeared more than half.

Although the burly man looked rough, he was as careful as a hair. He was holding a long-handled bronze sword weighing one hundred kilograms. When he turned his wrist, a cold light flashed, and a huge slit was cut on the chest of an escort in front of him. Blood spurted out of his mouth in an instant.

He pointed at the bodyguard who screamed with the tip of the knife and fell off the horse, but his sharp eyes were fixed on Shen Ruo: "Save him!"

"He lives and you live, and if he dies, all of you must die!"

Shen Ruo looked around and found that there were 74 rogues surrounding them, all of them licking their blood, and they were extremely fierce. On their side, there were only 24 bodyguards, and the rest of the caravan were ordinary people with no power to restrain them.

Hard fight, she can live, they all have to die.

Shen Ruo lowered her eyes slightly, pulled off the reins of the horse, came to the bodyguard who was seriously injured, and got off the horse.

The wound was not deep, but very long, from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, Shen Ruo unbuttoned the bodyguard's clothes, Ji Lianfeng couldn't help shouting in amazement: "Shen..."

But he was grabbed by Lao Xu and shook his head at him. Now in front of this rogue, it's better not to reveal Miss Shen's gender.

Shen Ruo cleaned the wound, disinfected it again, and took out the needle and thread. When the burly man saw it, he said disgustedly: "It's not a girl, why do you still carry needle and thread with you? Besides, he is going to die, so you still sew clothes for him?" ?”

Shen Ruo turned a blind eye to it, leaned down slightly, stared at the wound carefully, and began to stitch. The sharp needle pierced through the flesh, then pulled out the thread, and then put it in again. The people around looked at this scene, feeling like the wound in the legend. The painted-skinned monster, and then sewed human skin for himself, under the scorching sun, there was a shivering feeling of chills on the back.

The wound, which was more than 30 centimeters long, was quickly closed under Shen Ruo's hands, leaving only fine and dense stitches, which was very neat and uniform. At first glance, it looked like an embroidery work of art.

Shen Ruo fed him some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicines, and the bodyguard's breathing gradually calmed down, obviously his life was not in danger.

The burly man finally regained his senses from the horrifying scene. Although he killed countless people, and even kicked people's heads like a ball without changing his face, this kind of blue sky and broad daylight still made people feel chills on the soles of their feet. Experience, or the first time.

It was all because the kid in front of him was too calm, Feng Rou's hands were motionless, and his whole movement was full of evil.

He swallowed, suppressed the inexplicable fear, and then shouted: "You, come with us."

When Shen Ruo heard the words, he didn't say anything, got on his horse like a gentleman, put on the horse, and walked towards the bandits, but an urgent voice came from behind: "Shen, Mr. Shen!"

Without looking back, she followed the rogues and left behind the quarrel far away.

After getting rid of those cumbersome caravans, the group galloped into the depths of the desert at a speed ten times faster than before, and soon the caravans were completely invisible.

The burly man who was riding in the front suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he had been stared at by something terrible, but the feeling disappeared in a flash. He touched his neck, thinking it was his own illusion.

But he still glanced back subconsciously, and saw the moon-white boy who was taken away by them. He didn't resist at all during the whole process, and it went smoothly, which made the burly man always feel that something was wrong.

Feeling fuzzy.

That's weird, why was he so afraid of this young kid who was like a chick?

Perhaps in order to suppress the inexplicable fear in his heart, he threatened sternly: "When you get to the village in a while, don't try to play tricks. If something happens to someone, it's not just you, but also the group of caravans and bodyguards. We, Liuhuo Gang, don't care about it." Will let it go."

However, the young man was not intimidated by his threats at all, but instead asked calmly, "If I cure him, can you send someone to take me to Loulan?"