Back Off, Let Me Come

"call--"

"You spend your whole life playing hawk, and in the end you get pecked out by an hawk!"

After all, the Luotuo scribe lost too much blood and was exhausted, unable to escape. He raised his hands to hold on to the tree to barely stay standing.

"What a miscalculation..."

"None of Wu Zhaode's sons have troubles."

He was breathing heavily, looking down at the blood dripping at his feet. He felt the dizziness coming from his head getting stronger, and his figure was shaking. He took several deep breaths in succession, trying to clear his consciousness. This place is very close to Heyin County. As long as he can hold on, he will be 70% to 80% safe. However, this small distance has become a natural chasm at this moment.

Just because the blood flowing out is not the normal color.

The sharp blade that hurt him was poisoned!

If any ordinary person were to run such a long distance, the circulation of Qi and blood would have brought toxins to the meridians of the body, and he would die. He can still hold on until now, all thanks to the strong physique of the literary scholar, and the continuous flow of literary energy to protect his heart from being invaded by toxins.

He tried with all his strength to move his right leg.

His knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

"...I'm afraid I'm going to die here..." The experiences of the past years flashed through the mind of the scholar, all mixed up into a bitter smile on his lips. He sat up with difficulty, leaned against the tree trunk, and felt the toxins raging everywhere in his meridians. , murmured in his heart, "Mr. Qin, I have repaid you for saving my life back then."

When he thought of Qin Li, he gritted his teeth.

He raised his hand to touch the blood on the ground.

Use your fingers as your pen and your blood as your ink.

He didn't know the person who was chasing him, but he could guess what force he belonged to. If the message he left behind can reach Qin Gongsu with good luck, the latter will also be alert. He endured the severe pain in his internal organs and managed to write a few words, but the rustling sound of leaves being trampled came to his ears. This movement was definitely caused intentionally by someone here.

The Luotuo scribe was slightly shocked.

The pursuers are coming.

His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a dark shadow approaching.

The opponent raised the weapon in his hand, made careful judgments, and determined that the Luo Tuo scribe Qian Donkey had no other means of escape and had no other means of escape, so he decided to cut off the head - the head was easy to pass, and it could also conceal the true identity of the corpse. This was a practical trick that killed two birds with one stone.

The Luotuo scribe could only choose to close his eyes and wait for death.

The expected pain and loss of consciousness did not come.

An arrow shot through the air from the forest.

It wasn't until the feather arrow was close that he noticed it.

The killer's expression suddenly became serious.

This is no ordinary feather arrow.

The sound of an ordinary feathered arrow piercing the air can be noticed by a brave warrior the moment it leaves the string, unless the cold arrow words and spirit are deliberately used to cover up the sound. This feathered arrow itself has no trace of the spirit of speech. In other words, its silence is entirely due to the archery skills of the person who shoots the arrow, rather than other external forces. This feathered arrow did not threaten his life, but it was enough to force him back and separate him from the Luo Tuo scribe. The Luotuo scribes also heard the sound of arrows falling and being buried in the ground.

He suddenly opened his eyes, hope of life welling up in his heart.

"who?"

The killer was forced back several feet.

It is judged that the person in the dark is a good at controlling his aura.

"Go and do this dirty trick of killing people and dumping their bodies somewhere else. Do you think this is your burial ground?" A rough and loud male voice came from the forest, with a hint of martial intimidation in it. Then, a young man wearing animal skins and holding a bow and arrow came out of the forest... Um, a savage? This man's skin was brown and black, with most of his chest exposed, and a rough hemp rope tied around his waist.

The killer glanced at the savage.

Even with minor injuries, he should be able to kill the target in this person's hands? It's a pity that I probably won't be able to take the head back.

However, he had not yet made up his mind to take action.

The tip of his ears heard the sound of footsteps stepping on leaves.

A dozen savages also wearing animal skins appeared, and three or four of them were female savages? Everyone looked at him warily.

The savages also looked at him with evil eyes.

Looking at the momentum around them, I am afraid they are all people who drink blood like hair and blood!

The killer has no choice but to retreat no matter how unwilling he is.

Anyway, the target has been poisoned with a poison that is more than ten times the normal lethal dose. Unless Xinglin, a doctor who is proficient in detoxification, intervenes, there will be no way to save his life. In order not to intensify the conflict, the killer raised his hand towards the group of savages and made a harmless gesture, then retreated facing the crowd.

After retreating a few feet, the savage showed no intention of chasing him and firing arrows. The killer then used his spirit spirit to speed up his escape, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. The savages who stayed in place looked at each other, and the savage who came out first curled his lips: "I thought there was something big!"

An arrow came and missed.

We also came across a murder scene.

The savage strode forward and squatted in front of the Luo Tuo scribe, testing the latter's pulse. Seeing the color of the other person's blood, he said with a little pity: "You are going to die, do you have any last words? If you have any last words, say them, and I will count them on you." lucky."

He raised his hand and poured strong martial energy into the scribe's heart.

The injection of martial energy temporarily repels overwhelming poison.

Although it can't save his life, it can allow the Luotuo scribe to finish his last words alive. Luo Tuo scribe suppressed the severe pain and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "Help me... find an official named Qin Gongsu and tell..."

Before he finished speaking, the savage's expression suddenly changed.

Following the Luo Tuo scribe, he felt himself rising into the sky.

He was thrown onto his shoulder.

A savage shouted in his ears: "Hurry, go back to camp!"

A group of savages also heard what the Luo Tuo scribe said.

They all followed the savages and ran to one place.

As soon as they left the dense forest, they saw a mountain road. The savage who was holding the Luo Tuo scribe let out a loud whistle, and a handsome war horse sped up from the virtual reality to catch up with the savage. The savage jumped up into the air and climbed onto the horse's back. His movements were rough but he did not forget to maintain the Luotuo scribe's heart. He said: "Hey, try your best not to die!"

The Luotuo scribe was so shaken by the violent jolt that he almost rolled his eyes.

The strength of the savages is not weak, and the martial horses are also extraordinary. They sprint at full speed without the weight of the horse armor. The oncoming strong wind hits Luo Tuo scribe's ears so hard that his eardrums are noisy - what does it mean to live up to your expectations and not die? Is this how you can survive by trying your best?

Other savages followed.

Just when the Luo Tuo scribe thought his internal organs were about to be vomited out, he saw the outline of a large camp with flags fluttering in the center of his vision. The savage group galloped into the camp on horseback. No one stopped them along the way, and they acted very arrogantly.

The savages ran all the way to the logistics wounded barracks.

He grabbed the Luo Tuo scribe and dismounted.

"Quick, someone comes and sees if he can be saved!"

The doctor who heard the noise came forward to check.

The savage said unceremoniously: "This situation is critical and we can't practice. Let the doctor Xinglin come over and he must be saved!"

After a period of chaos.

The Luotuo scribe was lying on the hospital bed in the wounded barracks and looking at the tent ceiling.

The conversation between the savage and the Xinglin doctor came to his ears.

"Where did General Lu dig up such a corpse? Haha, half of the legs were dragged away by the Lord of Hell. You are really making things difficult for me." Doctor Xinglin complained, but his actions were very straightforward. Luotuo scribe was also the first When he came into contact with this group for the first time, he knew he was saved when the other person injected a vitality into his meridians. When the toxins in the meridians come into contact with it, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, being forced to run away with its head in one's arms, and then retreat in defeat.

In the end, there was no way to retreat, and everything gathered on the right arm.

A doctor went up and cut his arm.

As the poisonous blood flowed out from the wound, the dark right arm slowly returned to its normal color. However, the blood loss was too much, and after the Luo Tuo scribe was rescued, he relaxed his heart strings and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

The Luotuo scribe opened his eyes and saw the savage brothers.

At this time, the savage changed out of his funny animal skin costume and put on a neat outfit, looking a bit majestic. The savage immediately noticed that he was awake, and while he sent someone to call the doctor, he asked sternly: "Who are you, and what is your relationship with Master Qin?"

The scribes knew that Master Qin was Qin Li.

He said: "I am an old friend of his."

The savage did not expect that the man he had rescued from the chaos would only give this answer. He was full of displeasure and said, "Are you an old friend of Master Qin? He has many old friends. What do you want to do with him? It's best to answer honestly. , if you fabricate even half a word, I will make these words of yours become true last words!"

The Luo Tuo scribe looked at the savage with distrust in his eyes.

The savage stood up: "If you are really an old friend of Master Qin, then you must know a general named Zhao. I will call him. If you still hide it like this, I will twist your head!"

As a result, the person who came was not Zhao Feng.

Rather, he was a scribe who had no impression of the scribes.

The scribe also had a bit of a bad look on his face.

The savage said sarcastically: "General Zhao can't be found at the moment."

When he missed the mark, he didn't notice Cui Xiao on the path and almost knocked him away. When he came back to his senses, he realized it was Cui Xiao. Later, he realized that Cui Xiao was also an old friend of Master Qin, so he pulled him over to make up for the loss. Cui Xiao rubbed his shoulders to suppress the rising fire.

The savage asked: "Do you know each other?"

Cui Xiao nodded: "I know you."

The scholar Luo Tuo shook his head: "I have no impression."

Cui Xiao's face turned as dark as ashes, and he squeezed out a sentence from his back teeth: "Cui Shanxiao, don't you know me?"

The Luotuo scribe fell into silence.

Judging from the movement of his eyes that glanced at Cui Xiao's face again and again, he seemed to be trying to match "Cui Shanxiao" with the face in front of him. He was three parts confused, three parts surprised, three parts embarrassed and one dead, trying to regain his respect: "Are you Shanxiao? Why don't you bring a fan today?"

Cui Xiao: "..."

The savage also knew what was wrong with Cui Xiao.

He said with relief: "This proves that the military advisor has become more sophisticated."

It was also ignored even more completely.

Cui Xiao took a deep breath and refused to argue with the people who had just returned from the Palace of Hell: "How did you end up like this? I heard from General Lu that when he found you, you were almost beheaded."

The Luo Tuo scribe said, "It's hard to describe in just one word."

The Savage General gave him a hard look.

However, the Luo Tuo scribe did not hide anything this time: "Wu Xian, the leader of Gao Kingdom, had a pair of legitimate sons, and they both committed suicide not long ago."

Cui Xiao paused: "Did you do it?"

Luotuo scribe: "I just want to make one."

It was unreasonable to kill his only two legitimate sons, and he also sincerely helped the eldest son. No one valued this kid's talent, but he had a good personality and knew how to repay kindness. He was a good master. . Who knows, man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.

Cui Xiao: "Were you exposed and discovered by Wu Zhaode?"

The Luo Tuo scribe shook his head: "I'm afraid Wu Zhaode is the most confused in this round. It's his three sons who are fighting against each other."

Cui Xiao was speechless: "Aren't two young masters fighting?"

Wu Xian has a bit of a "concubine" in his heart. He only wants to pass on the family business to his legitimate son, and the concubine is not considered. Unless Wu Xian and the eldest lady gave birth to three more children, but even if they hurry up and take their time, the third son, the legitimate son, is only five or six years old, so what is there to fight against?

The Luotuo scribe's expression was numb, as if he felt embarrassed: "You also know Wu Zhaode's wavering and confused character. Let alone the three sons fighting each other, as long as he continues like this, seven or eight bastards will fight against each other. It is speculated that the fisherman will benefit. Yes, he should be Mrs. Mi’s eldest son, Wu Zhaode loves this child very much."

Cui Xiaodao: "It's all confusing."

The Luo Tuo scholar believed deeply: "If you don't have the ability to be a sober man, it's better not to have so many children, as it will lead to chaos."

These words were a bit harsh in Cui Xiao's ears.

He felt like he was being connoted.

Cui Xiao: "So, the person who is chasing you is..."

"It should be that young master's subordinates, but it is also the work of the Southwest Gods Association. The two are probably secretly connected."

There are some rules among the several branches of the Society of Gods.

Unless there are special circumstances, we will not interfere in the politics of other countries in areas under the jurisdiction of other branches. If there is interference, there is only one possibility - the loyal forces of the southwest branch members have the intention to go north!

The conflict escalates into branch versus branch struggle.

The northwest is Qi Yuanliang's territory.

How could the members of the Southwest Branch not know this?

Cui Xiao became serious: "Seriously?"

Luo Tuo scribe affirmed: "I have been active in the southwest for a while in my early years, and I have an understanding of the people and accents there. I can't be wrong. The conflict between Kanggao and Kanggao has been made clear, and it is difficult to say what the people there are. There was no manipulation or sowing discord.”

Cui Xiaodao: "This news comes at a good time."

He knew there were people who would fish in troubled waters.

But I didn’t expect that the Southwest Branch would also join.

The Luotuo scribe sighed: "Looking at the current situation, several groups of people want to encircle and suppress Lord Shen. It doesn't look optimistic."

Cui Xiao was not worried about this: "Those who have achieved great success in ancient and modern times always have to go through difficulties that ordinary people cannot imagine. The day they break out of the difficulties, it will be the time when the dragon soars to the nine heavens, and it is unstoppable. Have you heard anything about it over there? Are the soldiers and horses from the southwest countries helping Wu Zhaode?"

The scholar Luo Tuo said: "That's not true. I just speculate that Mrs. Mi's young master has the eyes and ears of the Southwest Branch."

Cui Xiao felt relieved when he heard this: "We didn't send troops to help, we just sent people to give guidance. The intention was not to help Gao Guo invade Kang State, but more like using Gao Guo's hands to delay Kang Guo's process of gathering the northwest forces." , stalling for time.”

The Luo Tuo scribe also nodded in agreement.

He asked: "What are the odds of winning a battle in Bei Desert?"

Cui Xiao pointed at himself: "Cui is here, what do you think is the chance of winning in Bei Mo? Of course it's 100%!"

The Luo Tuo scribe lost too much blood and needed to rest.

Cui Xiao and Yeren didn't bother him.

The killer didn't bring back the head, but he brought back a video.

His valor totem is special and can briefly share a certain memory with others. As soon as he returns, he will chase down the Luotuo scribes and kill a group of savages in the process. For some reason, after reading this memory, the leader's expression changed, and his whole body became frighteningly gloomy. After a long time, the oppression slowly dissipated.

"Check the identity of the man in charge."

"If you are an ordinary person, catch him."

The killer asked one more question: "If not?"

"Cripple them and capture them."

It is not easy to investigate a stranger. The killer originally thought that it would take a lot of effort, but unexpectedly, this savage was not only no ordinary person, but also Lu Jue, a general under Shen Tang's tent. The assignment was handed in the next day.

"This person's surname is Lu, his first name is Jue, and his given name is Shousheng."

It is normal for the two countries to collect intelligence from each other. Gao Guo has a lot of information about Shen Tang's civil and military affairs, and the information comes with portraits.

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PS: Today is a sad day.

I went to the barber shop to wash my hair at night. I felt that the small amount of hair on the sideburns was always curled and uneven. When I wore glasses, the two curls of hair would pop out. I simply asked the boss lady to help me shave it. The result was... Woohoo.

PPS: In order to cover up the loss of my sideburns, I plan to have a medium-short hair style in the New Year, which is heartbreaking.

PPPS: It would be a pity if the surname Lu Jue doesn't play a role in the story of a lieutenant general. However, it would be okay to adopt or give birth to a daughter in the future.