Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

She tried her best to raise her small face, looking forward to it: "When I grow up, I will also be a heroine like my mother."

The mother bowed her head and smiled: "The battlefield is too dangerous, and Yinger is safe, so mother is satisfied."

"But I also want to protect the people like you."

"There are many types of protection, and it's one to protect yourself and your loved ones."

Stunned by this question, she grabbed her cheek and asked, "What is the one you love?"

My mother stopped, bent down and scraped her nose: "You will understand when you grow up."

Then her dream reversed, Wei Yansi appeared in her dream, with almond-like black eyes, as always with a slight smile, the smile was warm, and had the power to disperse the night.

"Asi." She called Wei Yansi's name.

Wei Yansi stretched out her hand, but as soon as she touched her fingertips, the person suddenly disappeared like the wind.

The dream also fell into the boundless darkness, and she ran helplessly in the darkness.

"Ath?"

"Where are you?"

She felt heart palpitations, she woke up with a trembling body, leaning against the tree and gasping for breath. Fortunately, this was just a dream.

Suddenly, someone was talking diagonally in front of him. It was the old black man and Geng Wangshu who had just returned from outside.

Qu Jinying pricked his ears to eavesdrop, and when he learned that the old black man went to the township office to investigate the news, he was found by the government officer, and he followed him all the way into the woods.

Since her disappearance, there have been waves of people sent by the court, and this group of anti-thief have also escaped wave after wave.

This time, because of Geng Wangshu's injury, the anti-thief was unable to move on, and had to hide in the dense forest to let Geng Wangshu take a break.

But the anti-thief didn't dare to rush into the city to find a doctor. Fortunately, one of the anti-thief who accompanied him knew a little about medicine, and was looking for herbs in the dense forest.

Geng Wangshu took the herbal medicine internally and externally, and the wound kept coming back and forth, which was not so good.

Starting yesterday, Geng Wangshu finally couldn't hold it, his wound became inflamed, causing a high fever, and his whole body burned in a daze.

Wearing a thick cloak, he slept in the half-high grass, answering the old black man from time to time.

Qu Jinying closed her eyes and sneered, guessing that they were about to set off again. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Geng Wangshu walking towards her.

He was like a quilt soaked in water, every step he took was procrastinated, and it took a lot of effort.

Geng Wangshu knelt down, showing a dagger.

Qu Jinying asked vigilantly: "What do you do!"

Geng Wangshu didn't answer, and raised his other hand hidden under the cloak, with an apple lying on the palm of his hand.

He peeled off the peel with a dagger, cut off a small piece numbly, handed it to her mouth, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Eat."

Qu Jinying ignored him and looked away.

"You don't have enough food, but you don't have the strength to ride a horse."

Qu Jinying glared at him: "Where are you taking me?"

"Go to Yuzhou."

"What are you going there for?"

"Only if you go there, the Dog Emperor will go. I want to redress the wrongdoing of the 120 people of my Geng family and pay tribute to them with the blood of the Dog Emperor."

Qu Jinying suddenly heard of his experience, with a hint of pity in his eyes, but when he thought of what he had done in Shui Yuehe, he gritted his teeth with hatred: "Long live never left Yanjing City. What is your grievance with him? ?"

"Does it matter to me best?"

A sarcasm flashed across Qu Jinying's lips: "I advise you not to waste your energy, she will not go to Yuzhou."

Geng Wangshu's dark eyes burst into killing intent: "You are wrong, she has already come."

Qu Jinying's pupils shrank suddenly.

The black old man on the side laughed twice, and then he said: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, this fainted gentleman is a kind of infatuation."

"The sixth son is like a god." Feng He returned to the inn and reported to Wei Yansi that he had discovered the black old man.

In fact, Wei Yan Si Liao is just an ordinary gambler, and the bargaining chip is Geng Wangshu's scarred body.

Now that Fenghe's tracking of the black old man has been exposed, Geng Wangshu is bound to continue on the road with Qu Jinying. If he does not act decisively, it will be difficult to encounter it again.

She ordered Fenghe to call out all the secret guards to save people in the dense forest.

Feng He persuaded: "We don't know how many people they are there. If you save people rashly, you may be damaged. Instead, you will burn your body. Your safety is the most important thing."

"Then you don't need brute force to rely on wisdom."

Therefore, Feng He ran to the township office again, borrowed a team of government officials, and returned to the woods on the same road, with the goal of finding the den of the anti-thief in the depths of the forest.

But this township office is a local government, and the officials are all half-hearted, and they use hoes more than knives.

Feng He led the way, splitting a clump of weeds with a knife, comforting the officials and saying: "It's just some sneaky little guys. Safety first. After discovering their whereabouts, don't face it hard, find a hidden place to hide and wait for an opportunity. And move."

As soon as the stuttering officer sent him back: "You... don't you want to refer to a murderer, why are you...something again?"

Fenghe couldn't wait to draw two of his own mouths. If you have a stupid mouth, don't learn from Wei Yan.

He turned away from the conversation and said: "My sixth son led other men to intercept the culprit on the other side of the forest. We cooperated with the sixth son, and the two teams fought the culprit back and forth, and we would definitely succeed."

The subordinate in his mouth is the secret guard.

As he was talking, I don't know who kicked something and made a bang. Everyone paled in shock, jumping and yelling.

Feng He hurriedly raised a finger: "Hush!"

He approached and saw that it turned out that it had kicked a copper kettle, and a small puddle of water sprinkled from the mouth of the kettle.

His eyes lit up, and he circled the copper pot as the center point, and found fresh horse dung and a fire nearby.

He put his finger into the fire again: "It's still hot, they just left."

Feng He was excited all over his blood, and led the officials to start running fast. He estimated the distance in his heart, ran a short distance, and knelt down again, putting his ears to the ground and listening carefully.

After a long time, he straightened his waist again and made a gesture to ask everyone to lower their speed and move forward with his waist.

After about a stick of incense, they finally caught up with the anti-thief Geng Wangshu.

The thieves were sitting high on the saddles, one person and one horse.

Feng He guessed that Geng Wangshu was not the only one who was embracing his body. When they walked a little further, he leaned out half of his body from behind the tree, tipped his toes, and looked more and more carefully. Finally, he saw a slender figure in the middle of the team. The black hair is hanging down, and the body is slim.

It must be Qu Jinying.

He was afraid that he would start to stun the snake again, so he didn't dare to move much.

But Qu Jin's image vaguely perceives something, and he looks back quickly, and his eyes meet in the silence of the four fields.

Just a moment, Qu Jinying's gaze was avoided.

Feng He jumped up to the treetops with a light effort, staring very hard, his eyes always locked on Qu Jinying's back.

But seeing what she was doing, a piece of silk paw fell off.

Feng He quietly stepped forward and picked it up in his hand. There were three blood-red words written on it. The handwriting was scribbled, and only vaguely recognizable: "Think, go back."

The bloodstain has not yet dried, Qu Jinying bit his finger and wrote it down.

Feng He's mood was a bit low, and he muttered to himself: "The county lord of Qinghui is not an ordinary weak woman."

He folded his handkerchief carefully, put it into his chest, then waved his hand to lead the officials to follow.

Strangely enough, no one can be found after walking for a long time.

He thought, could it be that the anti-thief has changed direction?

No, this dense forest is located between two mountains. There are only two exits at the front and back. You can either go forward or back...

Of course, there is a third possibility. The anti-thief noticed them and hid them.

Thinking of this, a chill ran straight up his spine along the soles of his feet, making the sky numb.

Feng He is no stranger to this feeling, it is a murderous, very heavy murderous, coming from all directions.

Feng He's face sank suddenly, his body reacted instinctively to a martial artist, and he got into a hidden bush and drew his sword at the same time.

The officials who came with him reacted much worse, and fell to the ground after a few screams.

He held his breath and peeled the bushes apart, and saw that the officials had a long dart stuck in their chests.

The red lotus that he is familiar with is printed on the body of the dart.

The blood stained the clothes of the officials and officials, and the grass and fields under them were also dyed red.

The living person is gone in the blink of an eye!

Feng He clenched his posterior molars and tried his best to control his trembling body with anger.

Swish!

Two darts pierced the air and slammed into his eyes hidden behind the gap.

He took a long sword and succeeded in blocking it.

Boom.

Lightning flashed like a light, and the torrential rain crackled down, pouring down.

Immediately afterwards, Geng Wangshu plummeted from the top of a tree, his black cloak hunting and flying in the chaotic heavy rain.

Fenghe walked out of the bushes calmly, with a straight back, with a kind of perseverance to be beaten by wind and rain.

"It's you." Geng Wangshu recognized him. "Last time, you prevented Lao Tzu from killing the Dog Emperor. Today Lao Tzu must kill you in shame."

Behind Geng Wangshu, the black old man and the others appeared one by one.

The black old man said, "The altar master, his subordinates led him to the negligence, so let them kill him!"

As soon as he spoke, a cold arrow pierced his heart afterwards.

When the blood splashed, the wind wailed.

The black old man who hit the arrow fell to his head in a pool of blood, his eyes widened, and his half-opened mouth still had unfinished words.

The anti-thief looked back from the direction where the cold arrow was shot, and saw two rows of masked guards in the distance, drawing bows and arrows, aiming at them.

Just as they were surprised, the sword had left the string, pierced the air, and swallowed the mountains and rivers.

They reacted quickly, jumping off their horses, looking for shelter.

Several people couldn't avoid it and hit arrows one after another, but they didn't hurt the vital place. They covered their wounds, gritted their teeth, and found a safer shelter under the cover of their partners, and hid them for the time being.

Now even the dark guards saw their flaws. The dark guard took a few steps back, stopped by a shield, and Wei Yansi squatted behind it.

The leader knelt on one leg, took a fist, and said with a little excitement: "Sixth son, there are not many anti-thief, and most of them are injured. Subordinates guess that they might be injured on the day they confronted the officers and soldiers on the Shuiyue River. , The court has pursued a lot again. They have never looked for a doctor before, and they have been dragging their injuries. We can catch them all in one fell swoop—"

The author has something to say: You actually hate them being together too fast~ Well, anyway, the next book is the crematorium chasing wives, I toss you to death~