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Chapter Fourteen

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    "Did they find out? Or something happened to Xiang Huan?" Wan Yao's mind was in chaos.

    The approach of danger made her instinctively quicken her pace, but the gap in physical strength was still too obvious, let alone a tall and strong Turkic man, even an ordinary Wei man, Wan Yao could not take advantage.

    In desperation, she took advantage of the cover of night to hide in a bush.

    The branches and leaves of Pittomonas crisscrossed, looking out through the gap, in the darkness, that burly black shadow gradually appeared in sight.

    He was dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, coarse linen clothes, and a cloth scarf on his head.

    A hundred steps away, Wanyao saw clearly the saber in the opponent's hand, which was exactly the same as the barbarian in the small shop. When the moonlight shone, the faint light hit the grass in an instant.

    ? After chasing to the end, the barbarian noticed something strange around him, so he clenched his knife vigilantly and stepped forward.

    Wanyao immediately held her breath, her back was blowing cold air, maybe the cold sweat soaked her clothes, but she had no time to take care of it.  The man's footsteps were not fast or slow, but step by step, he was about to push her to a corner.

    It is the midsummer when everything is flourishing, and the path is covered with lush and tall Pittosporum, dense and impenetrable.  The barbarian warrior seemed to be stumped by the bushes as well, he could barely stop in front of the bushes, chopping and yelling along the road, trying to scare the snakes.

    If Wanyao could understand Turkic, he would know that what this person said was the usual deceitful words used by children in the capital when playing hide-and-seek.

    "Don't hide, I've seen you!"

    But even though she couldn't understand, she could feel the imminent killing intent.

    The barbarian chopped down the bushes along the road, and the blade splashed a large number of broken branches and leaves, like blood gushing out, splashing all over the ground.

    He's coming soon, he's coming soon

    Wan Yao tightly held the uneven tooth card, overwhelming fear as if an invisible hand was clenched in his heart, and a breath that he didn't dare to utter hung high in his throat.

    I don't know when, the tormenting footsteps stopped.

    She realized something, and suddenly raised her eyes, and saw the gray civilian clothes of barbarian warriors embedded in the fragmented leaves.

    Wan Yao's frantically beating heart "thumped", as if it had stopped there, and a moment of desolate despair surged in his mind.

    A contemptuous sneer came from the other side's head.

    The Saber Saber never froze for a moment because of her prayers, the blade rose like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, and slashed down fiercely¡ª¡ª

    "Are you really going to die here?" She wondered blankly.

    At the moment of lightning and flint, Wanyao heard a loud cry in a trance, which gradually became clearer from far to near.

    A thin black figure came out diagonally, and jumped on the barbarian. He was small and weak, but the divine power he got from nowhere actually made this thick foreigner stagger.

    The Turkic warrior was obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect that a person would come out halfway, and he reached out to grab his skirt, but the child bit his arm unexpectedly.

    His face was strange, one corner of his mouth was almost cracked to the root of his ears, his white teeth were exposed, like a ghost in the underworld.

    The row of sharp teeth buried into the flesh like iron hoops, almost biting off a piece of flesh forcefully, blood flowing.

    Immediately, the samurai screamed in pain, freed his left hand and hit the boy on the head desperately.

    But his mouth seemed to be embedded in the muscles and bones, no matter how the opponent hit him, he always bit his mouth firmly and would not let go.

    The barbarian's powerful fists were like a hammer of gold and stone, and soon, dark red color overflowed from his disheveled hair, trickling down his chin into the soil one by one.

    His face was stained red with blood, the boy's ferocious eyes were wide open, he was panting, and his mouth was roaring like a ghost because of the severe pain in his head.

    "Let go! Let go!"

    The samurai's deafening roar echoed in the open countryside. He spread his five fingers and grabbed the boy's throat, trying to break his neck.

    It was at this time that the Turkic warrior's hands froze for no reason, and his whole body was frozen in place like a marionette.  Before that, there had been some unnoticed noises.

    He slowly, slowly turned his face away.

    Behind is Wan Yao's pale face.

    She was holding a hairpin, her hands shaking.

    The body of the hairpin was completely submerged, because the force was too great, the top of the bead flower had already been bent.

    Her eyes were as terrified as the barbarian in front of her, maybe even more so, she pulled out the hairpin uncontrollably under fear, regardless, and plunged it into the Jueyinshu point on her back again.

    The movement of the samurai turning his headA speedy guest

    Hearing the name of Zheyanbu Baluhe, Yu Wenjun's face immediately turned solemn. The alliance between the two countries is imminent, and there will be no trouble. In a few days, the envoys of Wei will go north to accept surrender. This matter is of great importance and must be done as soon as possible.  Send a letter back to Beijing.

    He immediately ordered people to rush to Chang'an City to report to Ji Changchuan, and on the other hand, he sent additional people to follow him to the small tea shop.

    Wanyao was placed in the official post in Gaoshanji. Yu Wenjun worked carefully, and before leaving, he specially found a woman to take care of her.

    However, due to excessive physical exertion, she really couldn't cheer up, so she just sat in the hall with a solemn expression and waited for the news.

    Footsteps coming in and out of the courtyard continued.

    The mother-in-law brought hot water to wipe her face, blood was everywhere, it was really hard to imagine what such a little girl went through overnight.

    "Drink some water, girl."

    Wan Yao took it with full of thoughts, thanked her, but held it in her hand for a long time without moving.

    She didn't know if the barbarian on the mountain road was completely dead, and if other people came after him, would they find the child?  How long can he sustain such a strong impact on his head?

    There are also Liang Hua in the stable and Xiang Huan in the shop Xiang Huan.

    Wan Yao knew very well that she was not running fast enough, half an hour?  an hour?  No matter how strong his physical strength was, he couldn't resist it for so long.

    How would he get away then?

    Can he escape unscathed?

    When there is nothing to do, the passage of time becomes extremely slow.

    The night looks like it can't see the dawn.

    It wasn't until dawn that Yu Wenjun entered the door hurriedly.

    Wan Yao put the cup aside, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "How is it, General Yuwen."

    Just as he was thirsty, he picked up the teapot and took a few sips, wiped his lips with his sleeve and confessed to her: "We have found the child Mr. Liang told you about."

    When they arrived at the teahouse, the scene was astonishingly messy. The fragile shop seemed to have been dismantled alive. There was a river of blood in the backyard, and corpses were strewn all over the place.

    ? It is simply impossible to imagine which side is suffering the loss.

    "The person has been sent to the hospital for treatment. Young Master Liang was frightened, but he is fine except for old injuries and fractures. The child was injured more seriously and is still in a coma. You can go and see them later."

    Wan Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after hearing that everything was safe.

    When Yu Wenjun spoke up to this point, he hesitated for a while before he said: "But"

    "but?"

    He frowned and lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and then told her solemnly: "But we didn't find Xiang Huan."

    The moment she heard the news, Wan Yao's heart sank suddenly.

    "Is something wrong?"

    Yu Wenjun has no experience in comforting little girls, so he can only explain in a hurry: "Don't worry, I will send more people right away and expand the scope to find other places."

    "His life is at stake. All the barbarian princes will die in his hands, and nothing will happen."

    I don't know why she was questioned like this, Yu Wenjun was uncomfortable from head to toe, and he had the illusion of uneasy conscience. He wished he could hold Xiang Huan in his hand and show her, "Then you stay at ease, I'll go right away."

    As he spoke, he wanted to go out.

    Unable to accept it, Wan Yao suddenly pulled him back, and said seriously: "I'm with you." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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