Chariot of Doom

In less than half an hour, outside Chang'an City, Ouyang Jinglan was found on a willow tree. I leaned against a big tree, panting. He was covered in blood, still bleeding from the arrow wound on his chest. When he left Chang'an, he had signaled the three of them, and the four agreed to meet here. According to the time, they should be here too.

Sure enough, in less than a tea time, the three came to Xiaoshuliu wearing spirit masks. There was a faint light in their hands, and I waved to them, but as soon as he raised his hand, he pulled out the wound on his chest, and felt another sharp pain. Luo Xiaocheng and the three hurriedly bent down. My Hu Yue'er saw that Senwo was full of blood, screamed, and hugged Han Lun. Han Lun flinched and said, "Well, you can't even see the blood." He was the one who got hurt. What are you afraid of? "

I, Hu Yue'er, glared at him, punched him hard, and said, "I'm just scared, what to do!"

Han Lun smiled and said: "I didn't expect you to be afraid of time, woman, we will be together, there can be many bloody days, and there is still time for you to regret it."

Linghu said: "Then you have to protect me." I will overcome it. "

Just as Han Lun was about to speak, Luo Xiaocheng said impatiently, "You two are talking endlessly, and you didn't see when, Han Lun hurried to save someone."

Hu Yueer's face was flushed, and Han Lun, who let go, ran to the side, and glanced at me from time to time. He felt frightened and covered his eyes not to look, but after a while, he wanted to look curiously again. Like a cat stealing food, cowardly, cute.

Han Lun gave him Yuxin Dan and sprinkled golden sore medicine on his wound. Ready to wrap it in breathable gauze, I said: "No busy, I don't have a pen and paper, I will draw it."

I, Huyue, retreated to the people, put down my pen and paper, and ran away blindfolded. Han Lun smiled and sighed, my face was covered with ink, and I wrote on the paper according to the picture in memory. Fortunately, he has a good memory. The painting was drawn on the paper intact, I checked it twice, and if there is no problem, I will hand over the painting to Han Lun. After all, he understands organ ingenuity better than I do.

Han Lun took the painting, looked at it carefully for a long time through the faint blue spiritual power lamp, and was suddenly surprised: "It turned out to be a seven-handed and exquisite life lock." And it's so big! "

I said, "Do you understand?"

Hanlon nodded in surprise: "Of course, although I have only seen these seven chisel locks once, I have also seen models." But once you see it, you will never forget it. These seven chiseled life locks are not lock cylinders, but seven, seven core rings connected to each other, pulling out a hair to move the whole body. As long as one of the locks is wrong, the rest will be completely locked and will never be opened again. That is to say, the origin of these seven cleverly locked life locks has never been revealed. There is even such a big lock at the entrance of King Qin's tomb! "

As she leaned over, she exclaimed, "Can you find a way to open this lock?"

Han Lun said, "Aren't you afraid of bleeding?"

My tiger's reaction was, ah, there was a scream, and I ran to the side, but there were not many steps to run, and I didn't forget to come back and kick him, cursing: "You big villain!" Han Lun smiled, too lazy Talk to her and say: "This lock can still be unlocked, because the seven shrinkage holes must be opened at the same time. If one place is not in order, it will be locked."