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The inside of the forest is darker than the outside. Ning'an and Murong Qingyang have already abandoned the horse and stepped on it to drill inside.

Although Murong Qingyang is not coquettish, he seldom takes such a mountain road. If he doesn't pay attention, he will easily trip over. Ning'an first takes her hand, and then the hand reaches her waist. When he meets a difficult road, he hugs people directly. Murong Qingyang's feet leave the ground and instinctively hugs Ning'an's neck. He is much higher than her. When he hugs her, their faces are close together Together, breathing spray to each other's faces, are not hot, but they have no time to worry about these, behind the rustle sound, that they did not shake off the enemy.

Murong Qingyang said in Ning'an's ear, "let's have a fight."

Ning An, "no, there are many people on the other side. Don't act rashly."

When talking, there is a concealed weapon coming by the wind. Ning an immediately hugs Murong Qingyang tightly into his arms, but his body is slightly shocked. Murong Qingyang nervously asks, "are you ok?"

"It's OK. It's past my feet." He took her in his arms to avoid a concave earth slope, surrounded by thick trees, which was a good place for Tibetans.

Ning An picked up a stone and hit it hard to the left. Immediately there was a dark voice chasing it. He could vaguely see the Figure shaking. It seemed that he was surrounded and went there.

Ning'an didn't dare to move. He pressed Murong Qingyang in the Col and blocked her with himself. His two bodies were close to each other. His face was almost close to it. The tip of his nose was opposite the tip of his nose. In the dark night, he only saw each other's clear eyes, breathing intertwined, and his heart beat out of the same rhythm.

Ning An's hand is still on Murong Qingyang's waist. His palms are full of sweat. He wants to put it down, but he doesn't dare to move. It seems that if he moves, everything will disappear.

The enemy didn't find them there, but they came here again. The rustling sound came near. Ning An's hand was tight. He felt Murong Qingyang pulling his robes on both sides to pull them in. It seemed that he wanted him to go in a little more.

The soft touch of his chest made Ning An feel at a loss. He almost stopped breathing, but the subtle footstep of the enemy clearly came into his ears.

He didn't have time to hesitate, so he put his head into the mountain wall. A long sword crossed the branch behind him and cut his robe. He and Murong Qingyang were face to face and didn't dare to move. Until the man didn't find anything unusual and the sound of his footsteps went away, he gently opened the distance and was about to turn around. His arm was pulled. Murong Qingyang shook his head in the dark.

The enemy has not gone far and may come back at any time. They can't take risks.

Ning An then stood and did not move, hang arm, allow her to hold, but Mo Rong Qing Yang quickly loosen, gently exhale a breath, spray on Ning An burning face.

I don't know how long it took to hear those rustling sounds. Ning An and Murong Qingyang were relieved and tried to walk out slowly.

Because of nervousness, Murong Qingyang was sweating all over her body. When the cold wind blew, she could not help sneezing. She took off her robe and gave her a whistle. The horse followed him for many years. After hearing the whistle, she got out of nowhere and came to him in a twinkling of an eye. However, Murong Qingyang's horse disappeared.

Ning'an coughed, "or I'll send you back to liujiazhen, you have a rest, and you'll come back to Lin'an tomorrow."

Murong Qingyang said, "no, I'll ride back with you." After a pause, she said, "don't worry about what happened just now. We people in the Jianghu don't taboo these things." she returned the robe to Ning'an, "and I won't let you be responsible for it." After all, you still have Anyue.

Ning'an took over the robe and put it on, with a slight self mockery in his tone. "I think I can't be responsible for your identity."

He got on the horse and reached out to Murong Qingyang, "come up."

Murong Qingyang climbs his arm, gets on the horse and sits in front of him. Behind her was a warm embrace, but her back was straight and she tried not to have contact with him. Although she has a little bit of indescribable careful thinking, but dig the corner of the matter, she does not do.

Ning'an clamped the horse's belly, shook the reins, and the horse began to run. The sky was brighter than before. In the East, the fish belly was white, and the sun would soon rise from the mountains. A new day began.

By the time they got to the gate, it was already dawn, and the nearby farmers were lining up to enter the city with fresh fruits. Ning'an slowed down and mingled with the crowd. When they got to the spacious street, they ran again and galloped all the way into the mirage gate.

The bench just got up, holding the steaming meat bun, stuttering.

Murong Qingyang early hungry, see table plate left two, oneself grab one to eat, the other hand Ning'an.

Ning'an took a bite and told Shanying: "go to find governor Gong and let him take people around Zhuang Mingqi's residence. Let's go first." Go out while you talk.

Bench sharp eyed, yelled, "Ango, you are injured!"

Murong Qingyang looked over, the back of Ning'an's robe was full of blood, and there was a long cut on his waist, showing a little fishy red. She Leng for a while, swallow the steamed stuffed bun in her mouth, ask Ning An, "when did you get hurt?"

"It's not in the way," Ning'an waved her hand. "What are you doing? Keep up."Murong Qingyang dragged him away, "no, let me have a look."

"Look, you're not a doctor."

"I'll bandage the wound. Don't talk. Hurry up."

She was so rude that Ning'an couldn't resist, so she told the bench, "you go first, you must be quick."

Murong Qingyang takes off his robe and looks at the injury on his waist. It's just a thread of blood. It doesn't matter. She squats down to see Ning'an's right leg. A small concealed weapon is sandwiched between the gaiters. It should be very deep. It's bumpy all the way, but it doesn't fall off. She doesn't dare to pull it off directly. Let go of the gaiters first.

Ning An stands straight, looking down at Murong Qingyang's removing the leggings, and suddenly reaches out to lift her up, "don't do it, I'll do it myself."

Murong Qingyang thinks Ning'an doesn't believe that she will bandage it, and squats down again, "I really will..."

Ning An grabs her arm, eyes a little dodgy, "you are a princess."

Murong Qingyang was stunned and gave Ning an a punch with a smile. "When did you take me as a princess? Don't be hypocritical. If the concealed weapon is poisonous, it's bad. "

"There is no poison on the concealed weapon."

"That's why you don't care."

"In a hurry."

"When was it done?"

"Walking in the woods."

Murong Qingyang remembers that at that time, because Ning'an's body shook for a while, he lied to her that the concealed weapon was flying past his leg, but actually it was in his leg.

"What about the knife on the waist?"

Ning An's face is slightly red, "hiding in the mountain depression."

Murong Qingyang's face turned red. She looked at Ning'an and said seriously, "Ning'an, although you already have But I know you've always thought of me as your best friend. " She is a friend who can sacrifice her life to protect her.

Have a good weekend, everyone. This couple is starting to show signs.

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