In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

Zhao Wuling grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. When he was annoyed with her, he spoke like crazy and lowered his voice heartbreakingly.

Like a wild beast roaring.

"Why can't you mention it? You are the only one who is different to him, right? What about me, Xiao Yu, what do I mean to you?"

Zhao Wuling has always been strategizing, steady and decent, playing with everyone and everything, but now, his eyes are full of pain, and she has never seen loneliness and disappointment.

The last time he was in Liecheng, he also criticized her fiercely, but he didn't make her at a loss like this.

His force was very heavy, as if he was going to crush her bones and flesh. In his almost crazy red eyes, she suddenly felt pity. For a moment, she forgot to resist with her inner strength and endured the pain.

"no."

Her voice trembled, not knowing how to face his sincerity. She had been on guard for so long that when the "veil" was torn apart, she felt frightened and uneasy.

"You saved me. To me, you are my benefactor."

Zhao Wuling's pupils trembled slightly, and he shook off her hand without hesitation: "Let's go."

Xiao Yu stood there blankly like a child who had done something wrong. Along the way, only Zhao Wuling came and went in her life. They were so familiar and yet so strange.

Zhao Wuling's expression became fierce and he threatened coldly: "If you still don't leave, I will send someone to the palace to invite your majesty to come and reunite you two."

He always knew how to deal with himself. Xiao Yu walked towards the door without saying a word.

Something suddenly fell by his feet.

She looked down and saw the pig bell.

Zhao Wuling's voice sounded from behind: "Take your things away."

She didn't ask why it was hers, she just bent down and picked up the bell, feeling the coldness in her palms rush to the bottom of her heart.

The moment she stepped out of the threshold, the door closed, and the two of them were separated by a door. She put on the bamboo hat and planned to jump over the wall to leave.

Faintly, she smelled an unusual smell.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow appeared out of thin air and shot straight towards the door. With a twitch between her eyebrows, she used an inner force to split the arrow apart. The arrow struck silently and fell silently, which was very strange.

If she read it correctly, it was the arrow from the Death Guard!

Danshui Pavilion was heavily guarded, but the death guards could take advantage of the loophole. She was about to call someone, her lips were slightly opened, her eyes paused, and another poisonous arrow was shot at her, followed closely by the second one. The third branch.
Some of the arrows pierced her, and others shot into the room, determined to kill.

The other party came prepared and wanted to distract her. She could block the bright arrows, but it was difficult to prevent the hidden arrows. The other party finally found the opportunity to shoot an arrow into the door, but suddenly, the door fell down, and Zhao Wuling's graceful appearance stood out. He appeared and looked at the place where the sound came from.

Xiao Yu retreated under the tree, and the secret guards from Danshui Pavilion came to fight with the death guards. Now no one cared about the woman wearing a bamboo hat. She looked at the chaotic scene, took off her amulet, and took out two jade pendants and put them on the table. On the stone table.

At this moment, Zhao Wuling was walking towards her, his face gloomy and ugly.

She pursed her lips tightly and flew to the tree with determination, leaving from the other direction, going around several winding paths, and finally stopped.

"hiss."

She lowered her head, and saw a bloodstain running down her sleeve, and blood beads dripping from her fingertips.

He was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. As expected, it was a poisonous arrow.

He held the arrow body with his right hand, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the poisonous arrow with the sound of flesh and blood being pulled out. He found herbs to stop bleeding and detoxify around, chewed them up and applied them to the wound.

The wind in the mountain was cold, so she wiped the cold sweat from her face casually and continued walking to the river.

At night, she was so burned that she dreamed that she was back in Jiangning, and her master and senior brothers came to greet her. She was very happy, but the familiar scenes in front of her gradually became distorted and blurred.
The dream turned, and Zhao Wuling was standing by the lake. The young man was untied and emaciated, staring sickly at the boats passing by in the lake. She had never seen Zhao Wuling like this before, so she walked up to him and wanted to talk to him. His body suddenly fell forward uncontrollably.

She was pushed into the lake, and her ears, nose, and mouth were filled with cold lake water. She was suffocated, frightened, and uneasy.

"Zhao Wuling!"

She woke up suddenly, half sitting on the ground, clutching her chest and gasping for air, still frightened by the nightmare just now.

The fire on the side was still burning, and it was pitch black outside. Not far away was the sound of the gurgling river. She raised her hand and put it on her forehead, and finally the burning was no longer so severe.

He stood up from the ground and wanted to add some firewood. He lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the cloak under him. His eyes instantly tightened. Regardless of his injuries, he walked quickly outside the ruined temple. A blurry shadow stood by the river.She was in a daze for a moment.

Could it be that this is also a dream?

The suffocating feeling of drowning surged over her, making her chest feel tight.

After struggling for a moment, she decided to go forward and check the situation. Even if it was a dream, she couldn't drown twice.

As she got closer, she smelled the fragrance of wood, and she was sure that this was Zhao Wuling. The only difference from the dream just now was that the Zhao Wuling in front of her was wearing a crown, tall and straight, and it was not the wind blowing. The sick young man fell down.

Xu was confused by the fever. She stretched out her hand and poked his back. Suddenly she felt something was wrong. The feeling on his back was not like this.

The place where she poked her rose and fell, and in her ears was Zhao Wuling's sarcasm: "You're sick and you've become a dissipator?"

She quickly withdrew her hand and became more conscious.

"Sorry, I thought your back was turned. Why are you here?"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Wuling spoke up: "My grandmother's jade pendant has always been on you. Shouldn't I ask you for an explanation?"

Xiao Yu said truthfully: "Someone else put it on me. I only found out later. I wanted to give it back to you, but I forgot about it. Don't worry, the jade pendant is intact and I have never used it to do any harm to anyone." My own business.”

Zhao Wuling said: "I know."

Hearing this, she nodded. This jade pendant was very important to Zhao Wuling. She also thought that he would be angry, but in any case, it was time to return it to him.

However, instead of being annoyed with her for not returning her property, he calmly ignored the matter.

There was something strange on her neck, and she wanted to step back, but Zhao Wuling shouted softly: "Don't move."

Warm fingertips traced her neck, and Zhao Wuling's steady breathing could be heard in her ears. She did not dare to move until he straightened up and left her ear.

"All right."

He still held the amulet in his hand, but the rope was tied around her neck. Therefore, she raised her neck uncomfortably and was forced to look at him.

It was too dark to see clearly his expression.

Just listen to his calm reminder: "Since it was given to you by Master Jingshu, you should not take it off at will, let alone give it to others at will."

"you are not"

Halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped speaking, annoyed that she was talking nonsense because she was unconscious.

Zhao Wuling's breath froze: "What am I not?"

"Ouch."

She covered her forehead and said, "I have a headache."

His brown eyes gradually condensed, and then he said coldly: "Go back."

After saying that, she passed by her, took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him back.

Without Zhao Wuling's protection, the river wind was so cold.

She turned around and tugged on her cuffs harder, her tongue numbing for no reason.

"Zhao Wuling, you are not someone else."

The tall figure suddenly froze, and Zhao Wuling made no movement or response.

Inexplicably, Xiao Yu's palms became sweaty. She took a half step forward and repeated: "I said, you are not someone else, and I gave the amulet to you voluntarily."

As he spoke, he was about to take off the amulet for fear that he wouldn't believe it, but was stopped by the big hand that came over him, and his heavy breathing became heavier.

"Let's go back."

After Zhao Wuling finished speaking heartlessly, he strode back. Not knowing what he meant, Xiao Yu quickly followed.