Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 182: The Misfortune Comes Again (1)

Of course, this position is not a fatal point, but it is one of the few acupuncture points with the densest pain nerves in the human body, enough for Murong Li to experience what is called the piercing pain!
Sure enough, as soon as she stabbed down, Murong Li roared out of pain, and his back straightened reflexively.

"Shen Jingshu, you murdered your own husband!" Murong Li stared at her with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, then stared back unwillingly, the silver needle in her hand was shining coldly.

"Dear husband? Murong Li, let me warn you for the last time, don't talk nonsense, or I will make you go all the way!"

The steed under him was still galloping.

Murong Li stared at Shen Jingshu with gloomy eyes, and Shen Jingshu looked back without hesitation. The two just looked at each other, letting the mottled forest on both sides retreat rapidly.

I don't know how long it took, just as Murong Li was about to restrain the fierce aura around him, he suddenly caught a barely audible movement with his amazing hearing.

Almost immediately, he hugged Shen Jingshu's waist, jumped off the horse, and rolled on the ground.

"Shh!"

"Oh!"

A series of dull noises and the miserable hiss of the horse filled the night, which made people's heart tremble.

The change happened so suddenly that when the two of them stopped rolling, Shen Jingshu still couldn't react to what happened, and stared blankly at the intertwined branches and leaves above his head.

After a while, she twisted her neck stiffly, and looked at the black horse not far away, which was panting heavily.

The moonlight was dim, but it was enough for her to see clearly what happened to the dark horse at this moment.

The black horse's belly was pierced by a stake, and there were four bloody holes on its body. Warm and wet liquid kept coming out of the wound, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The horse can't speak, but Shen Jingshu can tell that it is in pain.

After panting for a while, the black horse's breathing gradually weakened, and finally lay there motionless.

Shen Jing looked at the dead horse in a daze, looking at the wooden stake hidden weapon on it that she had only seen in movies and TV dramas, her expression slowly turned to ice.

If it wasn't for Murong Li's timely reaction, it would be her who was pierced by the stake and fell to the ground right now?

After the rolling stopped, Murong Li pricked up his ears to carefully catch the movements in all directions, and stared at his surroundings vigilantly.

After distinguishing the number of people hidden in all directions, he tightened his arms around Shen Jingshu's waist, bounced like a spring, and ran out at the fastest speed after finding the direction with the least number of people.

As soon as he moved, the people hidden in the forest moved quickly, and the sound of "russling" continued.

Shen Jingshu turned his head slowly in his arms, and saw countless irregular cold lights flickering in the forest, and his heart felt tense.

so many people……

Not at all less than before...

"Whizzing!"

With the sound of lingering wind approaching, Murong Li jumped up with Shen Jingshu in his arms, and dodged the hidden weapon fired by the enemy. The hidden weapon then shot into the tree stump, making a "grabbing" sound.

Shen Jingshu's heart sank.

Even if she doesn't understand martial arts, just by hearing this voice, she knows that these people in the forest have deep internal strength and cannot be underestimated.

If they leave her behind, Murong Li is expected to rush out, but if they take her with them, I'm afraid they will have only one end--death!

She hated Murong Li very much, he was a nice guy, and she even wanted to stab him to death, but she knew very well that Murong Li couldn't die, and the thousands of people in Xifeng still needed him.

If he died here today, in the future, countless Xifeng people would die under the sword of the enemy country.

(End of this chapter)