Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 54
At that time, the dust filled the air and the light was cold.

Dozens of men in strong suits, all in blue clothes and eye-catching blue scarves on their heads, rushed towards the sky.

Is this the legendary bandit?

Xiao Yao tightened her grip on her heart.

Xiuyu Wanyue's complexion changed slightly, she quickly grabbed her hand, and said in a steady voice: "We mother and son must not get separated!"

Xiao Yao rolled her eyes.

There was a strange black sword in the palm of the man in black. The sound of the sword was clanging, and the black light was like fog. The entire body was shrouded in the black fog, and the shadow of the sword outside the circle of light could not be seen clearly.

The body bumped violently, as if it was not on a plain, but in a deep valley.

Xiao Yao couldn't help poking out with all her strength, and was startled.

The city of Bing Country is unremarkable, and the suburbs are long gone, the carriage is swaying among the high mountains.

The winding bluestone path seems to have been lit for a long time.

A dozen or so corpses were scattered on the sharp stone, all with blue scarves wrapped around their heads.

The black sword that the man in black hid no one knows where, the tip of the sword gathers smoke, churning endlessly, flying around like a fairy scattered flowers, the sword does not fall into the air, blood splatters everywhere, but there are too many bandits, it can't be cut endlessly, his black sword The long clothes fluttered in the wind, with one hand holding the bridle and the other wrist flying, there was no sword in sight, only countless falling red.

The leader of the bandits became angry from embarrassment. He caught sight of Xiao Yao who was poking his head by the curtain. He stretched out his sleeves, and a dart with a cold light came towards him. Xiao Yao's eyes cracked.

But she didn't dare to pull away, the dart hit the curtain, and it wasn't her who died, but Yue's mother or Qing'er.

Xiao Yao gritted her teeth secretly, and Bi Xiu stepped forward to meet her, wanting to fight for her life with luck.

The man in black killed a bandit with a sword, before he could draw the sword, he let go of the hand holding the bridle, and caught the dart with his hand back, stabbing his chest with a bamboo leaf knife diagonally, the bandit drew the knife, Yin Hong Blood spattered across his black skirt.

Xiao Yao screamed, and the carriage immediately let go of the reins and slid down the steep hillside.

I couldn't see how he made a move, or how he tried to turn the tide, but he felt that he was holding the horse's back tightly with his feet, stretched out his hand to pull the rein, and stabbed the horse's tail with a sword. The black horse let out a long hiss in pain, and leaped down. Flying up, Xiao Yao flung herself out of the car, the man in black caught her ponytail with his shoes, stretched out his sleeves to catch her waist, and roared angrily, "Idiot!"

Surprised and humiliated, Xiao Yao has no time to be depressed, as long as her life is alive.

From the bottom of my heart, I respected and feared him, hated and annoyed, worried and ashamed, all kinds of emotions were mixed for a while, and I was unwilling to look down on him, but it was a pity that the black veil covered my face, so I couldn't see his angry appearance clearly.

But the man in black held her tightly, making her unable to move, and did not dare to move.

The carriage whirls in the air, thrilling, in the cool wind, Xiuyu Wanyue's car is spinning, Qing'er's crying is lingering, Xiao Yao's eyes are blurred, as if her heart has been pumped out, and death is not far away!
The man in black gripped the reins tightly, holding Xiao Yao's thin waist firmly with one hand, the horse was angry and resentful, struggled with the rocks, and finally fell to the ground safely, gliding for a while, barely stopped by a river.

The black horse collapsed to the ground, lost a lot of blood, his eyes closed and his soul went away.

Xiao Yao's heart twitched.

Sorry, horse.

Melancholic like fluff, entangled in my heart, a little lost.

Xiao Yao caressed the black horse's beautiful long hair, and said softly, "Thank you, Ma'er!"

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, like a bamboo that is so graceful.Mi Li flutters with the wind, a sword-like light shoots from the black gauze, and it ripples away silently like butterfly wings.

The white waves of the river are rolling, and the waves hit the reef, which is very beautiful.

But it was the painting boat that touched her eyebrows.The painting boat has many floors, dazzling brilliance, showing a prosperous style, leisurely parked on the shore, as if waiting for a long time.

(End of this chapter)