Chapter 200

Near dawn, the night is even darker, and the sky is getting colder and colder, and the breath can turn into frost.

The pain of the wound made Meng Su unable to sleep. Looking at the woman in her arms frowning and sleeping, Meng Su pulled the brocade robe closer to her, and crossed her frown with her fingers. A trace of warmth appeared in her heart, even the cold seemed to have faded a lot.

His fingers were covered with the calluses of practicing martial arts for many years, which made Ling Qingyu move slightly. Meng Suli immediately took away his hands and even held his breath.

After a while, seeing that Ling Qingyu just moved and didn't wake up, Meng sucai gently hissed, but frowned.

Ling Qingyu's body... Unusually cold.

Although there was a bonfire and Meng Su's body was warm, Ling Qingyu shivered with cold before the coldest time in the second half of the night, and then woke up.

Ling Qingyu is not a stranger to the chill that surges out of her bones and inside her body, but now it's not July 14. Why did she have that feeling at that time? Although this feeling is far from so strong at that time, it also made her cold to her bones, and her teeth tremble.

"In charge?" Aware of something wrong with the body in his arms, Meng Su called.

"It's cold." Ling Qingyu's body trembled, and she felt closer to his body to keep warm.

"You wait." Meng Su got up, quickly gathered up the dead branches, and then moved the fire to a place, holding Ling Qingyu to the hot ground.

However, it seemed that this could not stop the cold of her body, which was plump and soft. Her body was gradually stiff and cold. Meng Su said anxiously, "what's the matter with the head?"

What a fucking snake pill! Lingqingyu scolded in her heart, entangled between morality and survival. Whenever survival prevailed, seeing Meng Su's injuries, she leaned towards morality again.

Seeing that her face turned white while tangled, Meng Su lay down and held her in his arms. In his mind, he remembered what the veterans had said, and whispered to Ling Qingyu, "master, please forgive Meng Su for overstepping."

Ah? Ling Qingyu's head is still fighting between heaven and man, and he feels that his chest is hot, and Meng Su has bent down

"Ah... Meng Su?" Ling Qingyu unconsciously made a sound.

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The body under her body was soft and warm. Meng Su looked up at Ling Qingyu's Scarlet face and said, "sorry, the head of the family, Meng Su can only think of this method. When someone comes tomorrow, Meng Su will give an account to the head of the family."

When he said this, with a determined and happy smile on his face, Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly shook and asked, "what explanation?"

"Die without regret." Meng Su whispered and fell soft on her.

Ling Qingyu felt a piece of blood on his hand, and saw that the wound behind him had burst because of the violent exercise just now, and the blood flowed on his back. He hurriedly hugged him in his arms, spilled the remaining powder in the medicine bottle on the wound, and then wrapped his upper body with the torn cotton padded clothes, wrapped in a robe and moved closer to the fire.

"Fool, you saved my life. What else should I tell you? It's I who have to tell you." The eyes are red, Ling Qingyu whispered. This silly boy, are you going to die?

"I'm not the one in charge?" Meng Su's voice sounded low on her chest with obvious weakness and slightly invisible joy.

"I thank you for not having time. How can I blame you?" With a slight sigh, Ling Qingyu hugged him. Meng Su was tall. Although he hugged him in his arms, most of his body was still exposed. Ling Qingyu covered his brocade robe again.

Meng Su showed a satisfied smile at the corners of her mouth. Her body's fatigue could no longer be stopped. She leaned against Ling Qingyu's warm and soft arms and half fainted and half slept.

With Meng Su, Ling Qingyu's body warms up, and even the cold of dawn resists the past, burning the fire more vigorously. Ling Qingyu looks at Meng Su in her arms with worry. His injury is really not light. Moreover, in this physical condition, she actually did that for herself. I'm afraid this friendship will be owed again.

His grandma's! That damn snake Dan!

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When it was slightly bright, the sound of horses' hoofs came from a distance, sounding in the silence of dawn.

Ling Qingyu was suddenly surprised, excitedly put Meng Su on the ground, and got up to look.

In the distance, a team of horses was galloping over. Ling Qingyu was about to raise his hand and shout, but Meng Su pulled him and fell into his arms.

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Ling Qingyu looked back puzzled. Meng Su put his finger on his lips and hissed softly. He had already picked up the knife in his hand.

Gently follow Meng Su to stick out his head. The horse team has been running close. The rising sun has dyed those people with a layer of golden color, which is very touching.

But Ling Qingyu turned pale.

It's the sand bandits!

At this time, it was too late to put out the fire. The smoke from the fire was the best indicator. The other party came straight at them. Ling Qingyu's face was pale and said to Meng Su, "Meng Su, if they rush in, you kill me first."

Those people are not human beings. If they are caught, they will die after death.

Meng Su's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth closed tightly. Then he said, "if you are in charge, run first and find a place to hide." I can't do it if I want to do it to you.

Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, "we can't hide. Let's go together."

With that, he pulled out a half burnt stick from the fire and took it in his hand. Although his lips were trembling, Ling Qingyu said in a cruel voice, "if you want to die, you have to drag a few cushions!"

Meng Su smiled, leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, saying, "OK, let's go together."

Picking up the dead branches on the ground, Meng Su pointed the branches and placed them on the ground one by one while looking at the leisurely approaching sand bandits.

His technique was very fast. After a while, dozens of sharpened sticks had been piled on the ground, and then he found a soft and elastic stick. Meng Su took an ox tendon from his waist belt and tied it to both ends of the stick. A simple bow was completed.

The low wall is located on a mound. They are commanding. Meng Su gives the knife to Ling Qingyu, picks up the bow, stands up behind the wall, stretches the bow and builds a stick. When the sand bandit enters the range, he shoots out with a stick.

With a sharp whistle, the sharp head of the wooden stick shot into the throat of the sand bandit in front. The sand bandit was still laughing loudly, and he fell under the horse in a muffled voice.

The sand bandits behind were in a panic, and the sharp sticks that followed made several people fall off their horses.

"Stand back! Stand back!" The head of the sand bandits shouted. Two of the sand bandits hurriedly retreated, fell off their horses, waited for a distance, left Meng Su's range, and stared hard at the low wall on the mountain.

The bandit leader spit hard. Last night, they went to catch the more than 20 horses and came back. The camp was actually attacked, and more than 20 people left a few alive. From the living population, we know that there are only two people on the other side. One of them must have been seriously injured, but he just took two horses and ran away.

They chased all the way, knowing that the two men were cunning. It was empty to catch one horse, and it was empty to catch another. After searching all night, I couldn't find them if I hadn't seen the flames here.

Thinking that there were only two people, and one was still seriously injured, they deliberately slowed down to approach with the mentality of cat catching mouse, just want them to enjoy the fun of panic, who knows, there are bows and arrows!

Seeing the sand bandit retreating, Meng Su sat down against the wall and continued to sharpen the branches.

Ling Qingyu quietly appeared half a head to see their movements, and said with surprise, "Meng Su, is your archery good, or is Yang Zhao's archery good?" It's so awesome. Do you have any!

"I learned from the general." Meng Su laughed. Then I was stunned and thought, I slept with the general's woman. I wonder if the general will directly cut me?

Cut it! Anyway, I'll die without regret! Meng Su put his bow on, got up and shot back several sand bandits who ran up to explore the way.

"Good!" Ling Qingyu cried out. To tell the truth, she felt selfishly that Yang Zhao could not compete with Meng Su in archery with such a simple bow and stick.

There was no movement from the sand bandits for the time being. After a while, they were divided into three ways and encircled from both sides at the same time. Ling Qingyu turned pale and said, "mengsu, they encircled separately."

If only from the opposite side, they have the advantage of terrain, but if you give the sand bandits around the back, the back is also the ruins of the low wall, the bow and arrow will have no advantage.

"Afraid?" Meng Su put down his bow, picked up the knife, shook Ling Qingyu's hand and asked softly.

Ling Qingyu smiled in relief and shook his head. He closed the robe he had worn tightly, touched the small cloth bag around his neck, and thought to himself that if they didn't die, they might come back to life again, but the sand bandits were afraid that they wouldn't leave a whole corpse, and didn't know what would happen when Yan San saw it... Thinking so, his heart didn't feel painful.

Pull Ling Qingyu behind him, Meng Su stood upright, put his bow on the pier of the low wall, and the tip of the knife dropped to the ground, waiting for the arrival of the sand bandits.

The clatter of horses' hoofs sounded from behind the low wall, and then the sound of sand bandits.