Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming took the spear and walked in the forefront of the crowd. Behind him, there was no such thing as a protection. There was no old man inside.

There are still more than half of the road ahead, but Su Ming’s footsteps are getting more and more stable. In this jungle, too many blood of the Wushan tribe has been left, leaving the dead souls.

Nowadays, the barbarians who can continue to fight, except for Su Ming and Lei Chen, have only mountain marks. As for the patriarch and Nansong, under the support of the tribes, while they are on the road, they continue to heal, and they are anxious, and they must recover at the fastest speed.

And Bei Ling, is completely lost the qualification of the war, he lost an arm, a large amount of blood outflow, if not dusty, has already fallen.

At the moment, the mountain marks are full of blood. In silence, he is at the end of the tribe. His looks are sometimes ambiguous, there are complexities in it, and there is an indescribable thought. Whenever this kind of thought is revealed, he will Hold your chest.

As if there is a force that can support him and continue to go on.

In the sky, the battle between Agong Mosang and Bishan in Montenegro turned into a roaring sound, and it remained for a long time until the night passed, until the sky was bright, and the battle continued, as if the two were not dead.

Because of the gully of the earth, because of the light curtain that rises in the sky, because of the savage practice of Nansong sacrifices life, this kind of everything has won a lot of time for the tribe's migration.

When the day was bright, the current Wushan tribes were exhausted. They had been walking for two consecutive nights. In this cold, they seemed to be unable to persist for a long time, but they still moved at the fastest speed.

The sky is already bright, the sun is falling on the earth, and it falls on the inside of the jungle. It is slightly warm, but the cold of the earth is biting.

"According to our speed, probably at this time of tomorrow, you can reach the Fengzhen tribe!" At the side of Su Ming, Lei Chen whispered.

"The last day!" Lei Chen clenched his fist.

"Not a day, it is a long time!" Su Ming was silent for a moment, walking, hoarse opening.

Hearing that Su Ming was no longer silent, Lei Chen secretly sighed, and he was very loyal to that Su Ming in that silent state.

"Tonight, it should be possible to walk into the sphere of influence of the wind and the squad, leaving the jungle, it will be much safer." Su Ming said calmly.

"I hope this day can be safe..." Lei Chen looked back at the people, looked at their tired appearance, and sighed inside. He looked at Su Ming in front of him, his thin back, which made him feel like this. The general illusion of the ridge.

After a time passed slowly, a faint voice came out of the crowd, and the voice was firm and swayed.

"Su Ming, let me stay."

The person who spoke was Liu Didi, who had been seriously injured before and played the distortion. He was taken away by the tribes, but now he cannot continue and does not want to drag the footsteps of the tribe.

Struggling to stand up, Liu Di looked at the front and stopped to look at his face and smiled. He walked to the side of the tree, sat down there, touched the wound on his body, and the blood flowed out again.

"You... let's go..." Liu Di took out the bones and put it on his mouth, as if to blow out the music, but there was no strength to watch the sky waiting for the coming of death.

Su Ming was silent, but he closed his eyes but quickly opened. He did not speak, but looked at Liu Di deeply, turned and took the people and continued on.

Along the way, several ethnic groups have laughed and left, and they are not willing to drag the tribe. Among them, Bei Ling also wants to do this, but in the dust and tears of Ding Xin, the words can't be said.

The gap was also awakened on the way. Although he lost his legs, he still had the power to fight. In the back of a tribe, he did not stay, but prepared to blew his bloodline on the eighth layer of coagulation. , for the enemy that can be chased at any time.

Su Ming has been silent. He has not stopped every tribe who wants to stay, but his hand is more and more tight. He knows that he has given Wushan to himself and let him bring them. Going safe, he has to finish.

When the sky of this day slowly entered the evening, Su Ming’s heart was always faintly relaxed. They walked out of this vast jungle and went to the vast plain that belongs to the Fengzhen tribe. It is much safer than the jungle. After all, this place is the scope of the Fengzhen. If the Ministry of Montenegro does not enter the order, the wind will never allow it.

After all the ethnic groups in Wushan entered the plains, the patriarch and Nansong also restored some repairs. It seems that all disasters will pass.

But at this moment, suddenly the whole earth faintly shakes, the center of this vibration should be far away, but its intensity, even if it is transmitted here, still makes people feel clear.

"The seal of the public is broken..." Nan Song closed his eyes and opened it a moment later, slowly opening.

With the spread of his words, the people of Wushan were once again nervous.

"According to the speed of the Ministry of Montenegro, they need to spend some time... but they must be able to catch up before we reach the Fengzhen tribe.

If we gamble that Montenegro does not dare to step into this plain, then we can't take care of it..." Nansong whispered.

"We can't afford it." Su Ming stopped and looked at the jungle in the darkness behind him. He turned to look at the patriarch who had recovered some of his cultivation, and looked at his body thin and thin, as if he had lost a lot of flesh and blood. The patriarch, a lot of people have left all the way, I have not lost the rough, it is their election... Now, I am left. Su Ming said, walking toward the crowd.

Wushan patriarch, this four-year-old man, looked at Su Ming, this sly, he did not care too much in the past, gave him a deep shock, he sighed and nodded.

"I also stay." Lei Chen did not hesitate, walked out and stood by Su Ming.

Su Ming looked at him, and he also looked at Su Ming and grinned.

"You said, I can't die first, I want to die, and our brothers close their eyes together."

"I will stay too." Nan Song took a deep breath, his old face, now more wrinkles, a gray defeat, but it is faint and morbid ruddy.

"And me!" Lost the first leg of the legs, and now speaks quietly.

"I also stay!" Bei Ling let himself turn his head, not looking at the tears of Dust Xin looking at Su Ming, firmly said.

"Dagger, you can't stay, the safety of the people, you need to help the patriarch to save your life... And when you reach the Fengzhen tribe safely, you have to teach the skills of the Rasu bow and arrow..." It is a mountain mark.

This always silent man walked out of the crowd. He had few words on weekdays, but at the moment, it is unquestionable and decisive.

"As for you, Bei Ling..." The mountain marks went to Bei Ling's side, and the look was complicated again.

"Uncle Shanx, I..." Bei Ling was about to open his mouth. At this moment, he saw the mountain hand and his right hand lifted up. At that time, the North Ling neck cut and immediately stopped the Beiling discourse. The whole person fell down and stunned. .

"You are the hope of the future of the tribe, you can't go... I stay." The mountain marks calmly said, heading to Nansong, standing there and looking at the familiar faces in the tribe, for a long time, bowed his head.

The Wushan patriarch was silent, and stepped forward, taking out a small baby's fist-sized animal bone from his arms. This animal bone color, Senbai, looks very ordinary and handed this bone to Su Ming.

"Hold it, this bone is a pair, it has a wonderful effect. When its color turns red, it means that we have reached the wind and it is safe."

Su Ming took it silently and put it in his arms.

The Wushan patriarch took a deep look at the few people who left behind and sighed and turned around with the people. They firmly walked toward the ordinary people of Wushan in the direction of Fengzhen, and they did not lose too much, but they The scene that I saw on the road was to let every ethnic group, while walking, look back at the four figures standing there, and the tears could not stop.

I don't know who was the first to wave his hand. Soon, all the tribes were in tears and waved goodbye to Su Ming. They knew that no one could live, they and sacrifice. Like those tribes, they are prepared to use their lives to build the last flesh-and-blood barrier that protects the people.

"Su Ming brother." In the crowd, a young voice came out, but I saw the little girl named 彤彤, ran out and said that Su Ming walked a few steps forward, squatting down and touching the little girl's Some dry hair.

"Su Ming brother, after everything has passed, Agong also came back. At that time, can you help me find Pippi back?"

Su Ming smiled and smiled at the little girl's forehead and nodded.

The little girl looked like a sweet smile, looking at Su Ming, and suddenly whispered in her ear.

"Su Ming brother, I have a secret, even my grandmother does not know, Pippi does not know, you must come back, after I come back, I will tell you this secret." The little girl said, biting her lip Reluctantly let the tears flow down and turn to the crowd.

Su Ming watched her enter the crowd and waved to herself. Gradually, as the tribe went away, the smile on her face slowly closed.

Surrounded by silence, the moon of the sky, slowly clear, that month, tonight, is the full moon... The round moon, hanging high in the sky, after the static integration with the earth, seems to have a slay.

The moonlight is also much brighter than before. It falls on this plain and reflects the shadows of the four people. In the lonely, there is a decision.

Su Ming sat down with his knees, and Lei Chen was next to him. In front of them, Nansong was closed. As for the mountain mark, it is not far away, a person sitting there, looking at the sky, I do not know what I want to write.

"Lei Chen, sitting behind me, you are not enough to repair, the battle is not too strong, let me borrow your blood, but also keep you safe." Nansong slowly opened.

Lei Chen did not hesitate, immediately got up and came to Nansong, sitting cross-legged behind him, and did not know what means Nan Song showed, but saw a **** light on both of them, shrouded the two.

Since then, no one has spoken, they are waiting, waiting for the coming of the army in Montenegro. Su Ming sat silently, grabbed the snow on the ground with his left hand, and cleaned the left palm of his hand without a wound. After the left hand was clean, he took a small bottle from his arms and poured out a **** remedy. In the left hand, close your eyes.

Time passed slowly. After two hours, when the moon of the sky reached its strongest level, Su Ming, who closed his eyes, had a feeling of boiling in the body.

"They are coming!" Nansong spoke.

Su Ming Meng opened his eyes.

Four more broke out, eager for the monthly ticket! ! ! There is still a chapter in the early morning, and the 4th continues to break out!