I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 314 Attacked (Part [-])

Fan Manman abruptly changed her posture, her eyes leaped over Gu Jinghuai, and looked at the unwilling dead man who was chasing after her.

In the dim night, she couldn't see clearly, but she could barely make out their outlines.

Gu Jinghuai was startled by Fan Manman who suddenly changed his posture in his arms, and immediately frowned and scolded: "Don't move around, you'll be shot easily, be good, sit back."

This man is reluctant to be too fierce even when his life is in danger.

Fan Manman blinked her steamy eyes, and ignored Gu Jinghuai. She rubbed her eyes, and tried hard to see where those people were, when a box of cannons appeared in her hand hidden under her sleeve.

Fan Manman didn't use force, but shook slightly, with a force that would not trigger the cannon, letting them disperse evenly with the wind.

After one box was used up, it was thrown into the space, and another box was taken out.

Fan Manman seemed to be tireless, constantly taking out new throwing cannons and scattering them all over the ground.

Gu Jinghuai was avoiding the gap of the flying arrows behind him, and felt that the person in his arms was not moving. He frowned, and before he could speak, he suddenly heard the sound of explosions coming from behind him.

Although it is not as loud as thunder, it is extra obvious in the silent night, which makes people palpitate.

Gu Jinghuai paused for a while, looked down at the little head in his arms, and twitched the corners of his mouth, not insisting on making Fan Manman turn around.

And the dead man who was chasing after him was frightened by the sudden explosion of the falling cannon under his feet.

The horse was frightened and broke the rhythm of the attack in a panic.

They don't know what's going on...

In the face of unknown things, even a dead man like a killing machine can't help but fluctuate a little.

And the leader of the dead soldiers, after realizing that these explosions could not actually cause them much harm, scolded his subordinates, calmed down their panic, and continued to hunt down the great emperor.

However, the time Fan Manman bought for Gu Jinghuai was enough for them to distance themselves.

A forest suddenly appeared in front of them, and they had already deviated from the route.

Gu Jinghuai looked at the deep forest and rode his horse in without stopping.

"They're coming after them."

Fan Manman frowned and stared at the pursuers behind her. She wanted to use the dropped cannon to intimidate the dead soldiers, but she didn't expect them to be so psychologically sound and adjust to catch up so quickly.

Gu Jinghuai easily dodged a flying arrow, "Hide well, don't be hurt by them."

"it is good."

Now throwing the cannon will not only have little effect on the group of dead soldiers, but will be found by them and show them the way.

Fan Manman put away the brand new box of cannonballs in her hands, just as she was turning back to finish, her hand raised inadvertently, and suddenly touched something.

And Gu Jinghuai above her head suddenly let out a muffled snort.

Fan Manman touched it carefully with trembling hands, "You're hurt."

She put her hands in front of her, the hands were sticky, with a frightening smell of blood.

"It's okay."

Fan Manman's lips twitched a few times, his vision was a little blurred, an arrow shot behind him, he straightened his back as if nothing had happened, protecting her obediently...

The trees in front gradually became denser, and Gu Jinghuai rode his horse through the trees, confusing the sight of the pursuers behind him.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the arrow behind him.

There was a trace of blood on his tightly closed thin lips, his body trembled violently, and he was weak and bent for a moment. He coughed lightly, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and did not drop the blood-stained flying arrow, but Hold it discreetly in your hand.

Just after a certain point, Gu Jinghuai clamped the horse's belly forcefully, and Fan Manman in his arms rolled down on the spot.

The blood-stained shoulders were repeatedly hit by hard objects on the slope, and the wounds were torn apart again and again. He just muffled and held Fan Manman firmly in his arms.

The world was spinning, and the lingering smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose.

(End of this chapter)