Chapter 199

"Brother, look, there are horses over there!" Someone shouted from the sand bandit.

Meng Su slightly looked out and saw that dozens of horses had indeed run on the meadow in the distance. His heart moved slightly. If he stayed longer, he would be found. He didn't dare to think about the result.

"Good horse, let's go and get it back, brother." A sand bandit smiled with his pants up.

"Good!" The sand bandit leader shouted, and then took dozens of people to ride after the horses.

"You stay here." Meng Su whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear.

What are you doing? Ling Qingyu looked at him in doubt.

Most of them walked away, and they could only take this opportunity to see if they could successfully steal the horse. Otherwise, when those people came back, at dawn, the buns could not hide people. Meng Su just shook her hand and whispered, "I'll grab the horse."

"Meng Su?" Lingqingyu unconsciously whispered.

"Rest assured." She pressed her hand, tore half of the cloak open and covered the hole behind it. Meng Su climbed out of the buns with a low body.

The gray coat he wore was originally to adapt to the color of the land here. He leaned over the low bush and hid some traces.

There were about twenty people left. Meng Su leaned behind the Bush and looked carefully. Then he first dived to the side of a drunken sand Bandit on the left, hugged his head and twisted it. With a creak, the sand bandit didn't make any sound.

Meng Su followed the law and killed the sand bandits scattered around. At this time, the remaining dozen people gathered by the campfire. Some people still shouted to their brothers to take off their pants.

Ling Qingyu's riding skill belongs to that he can sit on a horse and let the horse go. Once he runs, he will definitely fall down, so he can only ride one horse by two people. Even if he steals the horse, he will still be caught up by these people immediately, or fight!

Having settled down, Meng Su rushed over while those people were playing together.

The sand bandits never dreamed that someone rushed out. Suddenly, Meng Su cut down three people, and the rest reacted quickly. They immediately picked up weapons from their sides, spread out on all sides, and surrounded Meng su.

"Oh, where did this come from?"

"He looks good and looks energetic. Come and play for me."

"Third brother! He killed my brother!" A younger sand bandit shouted and rushed up.

Meng Su flashed sideways, and then the knife hit the sand bandit fiercely, knocking him to the ground.

"It's from Dazhou." The sand bandit's eyes on the four sides were slightly dark, and the sand bandit who poured herbs smiled and said, "have the courage to come here? Don't kill him, let me fuck him later!"

He whistled, and the sand bandits rushed up at the same time.

Ling Qingyu couldn't help but poke his head out from behind the soil bag, and just saw the dozen people rushing up. Meng Su was fearless, waving his long knife like the wind, fighting with those people.

It was a little far away, and it was night. Ling Qingyu didn't see very clearly. He saw that there were people falling down in the sand bandits, and Meng Su's body was not as sharp as it had begun.

Can you help me out? If someone catches him and threatens him, it will be a help, but the remaining sand bandits are not easy to mess with at first sight. I'm afraid that their Kung Fu will not be lower than that of Meng su. Do you want to see Meng Su lose with your own eyes?

Ling Qingyu fought in his heart, and then said to himself, you can't be afraid. If you are caught, don't give them a chance to threaten him, but you can't do this!

From the dead branches, she picked a handy stick. Ling Qingyu put her cloak on her body and crept out quietly.

The cloak was originally gray, but in the dust storm, such a toss had become yellow gray, which was exactly the same color as the ground. The sand bandits beside the campfire fought with Meng Su wholeheartedly, and no one noticed that a pile of suspicious yellow objects slowly moved closer over there.

Meng Su had already hung several colors on his body, and there were still seven sand bandits on the opposite side. These sand bandits were all very good, and he couldn't find the flaw for the moment.

"Good boy, tough enough." The third brother spat and said to the sand bandits around, "don't keep your hands, brothers, stamp him!"

The front three people rushed up with knives, sealing Meng Su's upper, middle and lower three roads, while the back four people mended their knives from four sides.

Meng Su gritted his teeth and left the two sides behind. As soon as he lowered his body, he cut across with a broadsword, and then rolled on the ground.

The sand bandit's knife made a cut in his thigh, and his knife also cut through the sand bandit's belly in front of him.

"Very fast." The third brother said, without hesitation, waving a knife after Meng Su, who was still on the ground, and seeing that Meng Su was unable to get up, he was about to be cut by random knives.

"There are planes!" Suddenly a loud cry made the sand bandit pause a little, and then a gray thing covered his face.

The sand bandits who chased up in the back were covered by the cloak, and the third brother was still stunned. Meng Su took the opportunity to jump up from the ground, and the long knife in his hand crossed the third brother. The third brother's knife had been cut off, and his pain was not soft, but he still cut off straight, and crossed Meng Su's shoulder.

Meng Su's knife did not stop, and his body did not stop at the man covered by the cloak behind the third brother. Just like this, the third brother's knife just crossed his shoulder rather than hit him.

Ling Qingyu's cloak was specially sewn by Yang Zhao with mink skin. In order to be afraid that it was not warm enough, it was sewn very thick. At this time, the hood was covered. The three sand bandits were stunned and did not break free for a moment. They were cut off by Meng Su and fell to the ground.

The two sand bandits nearby were also stunned by this change. At this time, they came back to their senses. One jumped at Meng Su, and the other jumped at Ling Qingyu, who threw out his cloak and let his brocade robe shine in the moonlight.

Meng Su didn't care about the people who jumped at him, but rushed at Ling Qingyu, and threw her to the ground before the sand bandit's knife arrived. The sound of the knife cutting on his back made Ling Qingyu suddenly wake up, and then the long stick in his hand stabbed out without hesitation, just stabbing in from the sand bandit's eyes.

Meng Su rolled up with his hand on the ground. The long knife held the knife that was coming after him, and then leaned forward. The blade of the long knife rubbed with a sharp sound, and quickly crossed the other party's blade and cut into the body of the sand bandit.

The sand bandit screamed and waved his long knife indiscriminately. Meng Su had already walked around his side, pushed the sand bandit back a few steps with his elbow, and fell in the campfire.

Meng Su didn't stop. He got up and chopped the sand bandit whose eyes were stabbed blind to the ground. Then he took off the reins of the two horses, rolled over and mounted the horse, stretched out his hand to Ling Qingyu and said, "hurry."

Ling Qingyu stretched out her hand. Meng Su pulled her on the horse, tore down the messy things hanging on the saddle and threw them into the campfire, and then drove her horse in the opposite direction of the sand bandits.

After galloping for a distance, Meng Su and Ling Qingyu changed for another horse, and then the long knife scratched on the buttocks of the original horse, which ran madly in the other direction.

auzw. After galloping for another distance, Meng Su jumped off the horse and helped Ling Qingyu down when he saw some low walls on the hill in front that had been half eroded by the wind. Then he did the same to the horse and let the horse go in another direction. Www. 68mn.

Ling Qingyu knew that Meng Su's injury was certainly not light, but it was useless to ask at this time. He clenched his teeth and didn't speak all the way. At this time, after getting off the horse, he immediately supported his arm, and Fang asked, "can you hold it?"

"Yes, go to the low wall, which is closer to the border of Dazhou." Meng Su shook his head to sober himself up and said.

The place where he held his hand was wet. Ling Qingyu supported his body harder and walked towards the low wall.

The low walls are connected together. It is estimated that they used to be defensive fortifications, but they are too old and have been eroded by the wind, leaving only some ruins. Although they are ruins, they are much better than the flat and unimpeded meadow.

Looking for a corner around the corner, Ling Qingyu helped Meng Su sit down, and then immediately went to collect dead branches. The cloak has been lost in the sand bandit camp. Now the clothes on both of them are very thin. It is late in the night. They must make a fire, or they will freeze to death without waiting for others to find it.

After collecting a lot of dead branches and taking them back to the corner to build a firewood pile, Ling Qingyu said to Meng Su Shan, "sorry, I'm going to trouble you to burn a fire."

Meng Su smiled, took out a torch from his pocket, lit the fire, and the campfire lit up. A trace of warmth shrouded the small corner. Ling Qingyu breathed softly and sat next to Meng su.

"Show me." While taking out the medicine bottle from her body, Ling Qingyu asked Meng Su to turn around.

Although there are several injuries in front of him, they are not very serious. Ling Qingyu is worried about the knife he blocked for himself.

Meng Su hesitated and turned around. There were two wounds on his back. One was across his shoulder, but the knife edge was not very deep. The other was across the whole back, and the flesh and blood turned out, which was very frightening.

Ling Qingyu's face was a little white, slightly closed his eyes, suppressed the panic, and poured the powder on the wound.

"Does it hurt?" Carefully spread out the powder, Ling Qingyu asked with some heartache.

"No pain," Meng Su answered and said, "doctor Shi, this medicine is good, and it won't hurt when applied."

No matter how good the medicine is, it's impossible to apply it to such a deep wound, but he doesn't want to worry about it. He sighed in his heart. Ling Qingyu took off his robe, tore the cotton underwear from the root of his thigh, and then tore it into a cloth strip and wrapped it up for him.

"In charge."

"Well." Ling Qingyu answered and put on the robe. It was completely empty. It was so cold.

"Don't dislike me?"

"What?" Ling Qingyu looked back in astonishment and saw that Meng Su had taken off his cotton trousers and cotton padded clothes.

"Wear it if you don't mind." Meng Su smiled and handed her the clothes. Although there is a big hole in the back of the cotton padded clothes and several pulls on the cotton padded pants, it is better than Ling Qingyu. There is nothing in it now.

He was left with only a single coat, and with so much blood flowing, his lips had turned black white. Ling Qingyu said angrily, "put it on quickly, don't you want to die?"

"What about you? Aren't you dying?" Meng Su, with a faint smile, said.

Ling Qingyu was stunned, and Meng Su said, "I'm strong. I'm not afraid of fire here."

"Mengsu." Ling Qingyu squatted down, looked directly at him and said, "we two, if you have one in case, do you think I can get out of this sand alone?"

"Yes, Yan San and Du Ming must be looking for us. It's not far from Dazhou. We can find them tomorrow morning." Meng Su pulled her over, put on her cotton padded clothes upside down, and then prepared to put on her cotton padded pants.

"Mengsu, you can't be so cruel. Let me watch you die?" Ling Qingyu pressed his hand and couldn't help crying in his voice.

"It doesn't matter if I freeze. I've been in the Northwest for so many years, and I'm more or less resistant, but can you survive when I'm in charge?" Meng Su was unmoved, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and forced her to wear cotton trousers with the other hand.

Meng Su's body is much taller than Ling Qingyu, and the pants are a little empty. However, as soon as they are put on, the warmth immediately makes Ling Qingyu feel much more comfortable.

"Offended." Meng Susong opened Ling Qingyu and sat aside a little.

Ling Qingyu gritted his teeth and took off his cotton padded clothes.

"Even if you don't wear it, I won't wear it." Meng Su said faintly.

Ling Qingyu glared at him, spread the cotton padded clothes on the ground, then took off his robe, lay on the cotton padded clothes, and said to Meng Su, "come here."

Meng Su was stunned. She turned around and saw her naked upper body. She turned her head away again, and her face was already red.

"Stop being wordy, come here and hold me." Lingqingyu said, unconsciously with a command tone.

Meng Su was stunned, then understood her meaning, hesitated, and saw Ling Qingyu look like you didn't come, but I froze to death to show you first. He smiled slightly, walked to her side, lay on his side, and then took the brocade robe in her hand and covered them.

Although he shed so much blood, the young man's temperature was still relatively high, and Ling Qingyu, who had been so cold that his lips were black, immediately pasted it.

Meng Su untied his coat, which was almost rotten. It could be said to be a cloth strip, so that his skin and her skin could be pasted, so as to pass on his body temperature.

The soft body was close, but Meng Su frowned unconsciously. The body was too cold. He lowered his head. From the gap of the robe, he could just see the scar like a flower on Ling Qingyu's right chest, and his eyes were suddenly constricted.

Ling Qingyu gathered the brocade robe tightly, and then passed his hand over his waist, making their bodies close together. First, he sighed comfortably, and Ling Qingyu suddenly chuckled.

"What's the matter?" Meng Su asked.

"Nothing." Ling Qingyu shook his head and said with a smile.

"Huh?" Meng Su stared down at her. Staring at Ling Qingyu, she could only laugh and say, "no, I just suddenly thought that if other women were afraid of... Hehe."

Before she finished speaking, Meng Su could probably understand her meaning. Her face was slightly red, but her hands quietly hugged her naked waist.

"Don't worry, Meng su. I won't let you be responsible." Leaning on his shoulder, Ling Qingyu laughed.

I want to be responsible! Meng Su smiled wryly and didn't make a sound. He just straightened his body and blocked the cold wind out.