Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 713 The Merry Hug at a Pit Deep 134 Meters (1)
The wind on a spring night brought a damp mist to the face, and the wind and waves rolled up by several horses rushed towards the man in black and masked on the captive horse with a kind of eerie aura.

The moon in the sky is like a hook, and the shadow on the ground is like a charm.

The man in black sensed the danger, and with a "drive", the horse went even faster.

But Xiao Qian's speed was faster than him.

With a sound of "whoosh", the cold wind broke through.

Under the silver light, the black horse on his crotch was descending like a god, passing high above the side of the man in black, almost at the moment when they were separated from each other, the cloak on his body was like a sharp weapon, flying over the side of the man in black. man's horse head.

Shoot people first and shoot horses!Xiao Qian knew this well.

The horse's head was covered by the cloak, and under the limited vision, the horse raised its front hooves high in panic, and jumped up in place with a long "hissing" in a panic. How could it be willing to run forward?

The horse neighed, heart-piercing, and Wangcai, who had been running all night, seemed to be a little irritable. With a bark of a dog, he rushed over and bit the man's calf, then fell to the ground and rolled around. , The gesture is about to pounce again.

"Ah!" The man snorted and rolled to the ground with the sack in his arms.

"Dang!" Xiao Qian's long sword fell down immediately, but it was deeply stuck in the mud.

That guy was also a vigorous master, he rolled backwards, quickly pressed his back against a rock, dragged the sack to the front of him, stared vigilantly at Xiao Qian who was staring at him, and shouted: "Don't come here!"

Holding the sword in his hand, Xiao Qian moved forward step by step with his eyes narrowed, "Put me down."

"Naively thinking!" The man sneered, holding the sack tightly to resist the attack in front of him, while the other hand clenched the scimitar tightly and strangled the person in the sack.

He is smart enough to know that what is in his hand is his protection.

"Xiao Shijun is very capable, so he can catch up."

Seeing his fearless look, Xiao Qian narrowed his indifferent eyes slightly, "Let go of me, I will spare your life."

"Hehe!" With a sound, the man laughed dryly, looking at Xiao Qian's deep eyes like a lone wolf under the moon, his laughter was as hoarse as a ghost, with a chilling strangeness, "In my hands, Xiao Qian The king will throw a mouse, why should I surrender a city?"

After saying that, he pulled his arm slightly, and the gleaming scimitar sank deeper into the sack, which frightened everyone.

"Let me get on the horse and leave, if not, I will die with her!"

The sack was tied up with thick ropes in circles, and the people inside were not moving, but they seemed to hear the voices outside, struggling and twisting constantly, and there was a cry of fear similar to whimpering, which could easily mess people up... …Especially the group of people who are anxious to save her.

Several guards clenched their hands tightly, waiting for Xiao Qian's order.

Assassination, seizing people, killing people... They can all cooperate very well.

However, for the woman who rescued him, Xiao Qian obviously didn't want them to do anything, or he was afraid that if he hurt Mo Jiu, after staring at the man for a while, he suddenly raised his hand slightly, signaling them to get out of the way and let the man Get on your horse and leave.

"My lord..." The guards were anxious.

"Let!" Xiao Qian was dressed in a black robe that looked like ink, and his tightly pursed lips were extremely indifferent.

Several guards stared at the scimitar in the guy's hand, reluctantly dodged out of the way.

That person obviously didn't expect it to be so smooth, he was slightly taken aback, and said again: "Back, everyone back!"

Xiao Qian waved his hand again and acted according to his words.

Seeing that they had all retreated five zhang away, the man laughed loudly, and said contemptuously, "Xiao Shijun, thank you", and suddenly put his knife on the sack and threw it on the horse's back, and was about to stride away ...

(End of this chapter)