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The sky gradually brightened.

There were pine trees on either side of the road, and occasionally a squirrel would jump over them, and cold drops of water would fall off and rain all over them.

At this time, Jin Wushu suddenly heard such an obvious heartbeat. Knock knock knock …

Once Hei Ye's disguise disappeared, he immediately judged that Yue Pengju's side only had a dozen or so people. However, these people had all passed through the trials and tribulations of their journey. They were surely the best of the best. Especially for Yue Pengju. And on his side, the guards behind him were all killed, relying only on Wu Qimai's defense.

However, would he be able to hold on until that moment?

While he was running, he focused and was filled with excitement. He had already completely realized that today, if he did not die, Yue Pengju would die.

The result was long-awaited.

That was his natural nemesis.

Behind him, Yue Pengju also saw the person running in front.

The Big Kew s, capes, temporary armor and the familiar halberd s all covered his body, which was without a doubt, Jin Wushu. Due to the fluffy Big Kew s and the cape, he could not tell that there were two of them, but he saw the black horse running quickly like a black cloud.

Behind them were a dozen elite guards.

Yue Pengju touched the arrows on his back. There were only three arrows left, and he could no longer afford to waste them. He took aim, one arrow at a time, and raised his spear.

In the sky tomorrow, Zhang Xian and the others discovered that his back was charred black and red.

They had followed Yue Pengju for a long time and had never seen him suffer such a severe injury. However, he himself didn't feel anything at all. Even if it was a real King Kong, its body should have already been destroyed.

However, at this time, no one dared to ask him, they could only follow him, and catch Jin Wushu in the nick of time was a great honor for all the soldiers of Da Song, and not just to save Madame Yue.

The distance between them had always been around three hundred feet, but they could never get closer.

Ahead was the hillside.

After passing through this barrier, they would enter the dense forest. It would be easier to conceal themselves, but chasing them would be even more difficult.

It was a very obvious trap, but Jin Wushu calculated that even if it was a trap, Yue Pengju would still jump into it.

Yue Pengju raised his Qi and shouted, "Jin Wushu..."

This shout gathered all of his energy and spread it far, far away.

Hua Rong heard the voice very clearly and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Jin Wushu looked at her through the whooshing of the wind, but he saw that her eyes were still tightly shut, and her expression was numb. His face was ghastly pale, and he looked weak, as if he had fainted. Along the way, her expression was the same. She did not struggle nor resist. Jin Wushu's heart relaxed. If she was awake, he would definitely struggle when he heard Yue Pengju's shouts. At this moment, he was afraid that any struggle she made, even the smallest of struggles, would hinder his progress.

She had to behave herself like this.

Yue Pengju pulled his bow full and took out his last arrow. He had three of these arrows made from the horns of bamboo oxen. They were tough and had a strong penetrative power. The first two had already been used in the early years of the war. This one had always been by his side. This time, it finally came in handy.

He took aim and closed the distance. Jin Wushu's guards were busy protecting the carriage and had no time to turn their heads to reflect on him.

The burning pain in his body was getting weaker and weaker. It was as if his nerves were numbed and he could no longer feel anything. In his heart, flames burned fiercely.

How many times?

During the journey from Liu Jia Temple's Jinying to the search of the mountain and sea, Jin Wushu would always force himself to kill Hua Rong when he wasn't plundering.

In this world, there was actually such a shameless entanglement.

Just like the Flower Blossom Valley of the Da Song. Even though he knew clearly that it was not his, Jinguo's, he still wanted to use force to take it away. It was the same for the women he took a fancy to, regardless of whether they were the wives of others or not.

From the Princess Maude onwards, even if they were married, as long as they were chosen by the Golden Army, even as noble princesses, they would be sent to serve the Golden Man.

Yue Pengju was so angry in his heart that he was about to explode.

It was a humiliation that belonged to a man.

It was the humiliation of one land man against another.

From the Song Huizong to Zhao Deji, from his own daughter to the wife of a general who had saved his life countless times, they had all made the same choice. Although it was not Zhao Deji who had personally delivered it to Jin Wushu, if he had not only wanted to escape, closing the city gates, and not saving Jin Wushu in the face of death, would Hua Rong have ended up like today?

If the king wants his subjects to die, he has no choice but to die. However, if the king wanted his wife to be humiliated, would she go?

The war horse beneath him did not seem to be driven away as it galloped on its own. Yue Pengju's attention was only focused on aiming at the bow and arrow.

The anger in his heart and the flames in his entire body concentrated on the arrow and the cloak in front of him. His back seemed to be changing as it moved from one Song Huizong to the other, and from there, came Jin Wushu's complacent smile.

Only this arrow would be able to rid itself of all grievances.

His name was glorious and his figure was like the clouds in the sky.

If a man was alive and his wife couldn't protect him, how could he protect the world?

His mount was already foaming at the mouth, but his arrow was still aimed at the target without the slightest deviation. A few of the Golden Army's guards turned around and shot, but due to their panic, they lost their aim and fell to the ground, but because of this hesitation, they were killed by Zhang Xian and the others.

Very quickly, there were only three or five people left protecting Jin Wushu.

In front of him was the mountain with the most dangerous terrain.

He was overjoyed. The forest was gradually becoming denser in front of him, and it would become easier and easier for him to hide and get rid of the pursuers. As long as he could survive this trial.

He then looked at Hua Rong who was still lying in her arms softly. In the midst of all the anxiety and nervousness, she brought another hint of happiness. Perhaps, after today, there would no longer be a person like Yue Pengju in the world. She himself would obtain complete victory.

Soon.

With a "sou" sound, an arrow pierced through the heads as if it had grown eyes. Jin Wushu heard the sound of the wind and was already too late to dodge. His head tilted and the arrow narrowly avoided the neck, but it had already reached the soft spot of the armor.

His body suddenly felt warm.

He could feel the scalding blood gushing out of his body.

However, it wasn't fatal. However, he could no longer control the horse. With another scream, the horse was hit by an arrow and rushed into the dense forest as if it had gone mad.

The horse rampaged through the jungle as if it had gone mad. It could no longer control itself, and several times it almost hit the trunk of a tree. Finally, the horse stopped because its head slammed heavily into a thick ancient tree.

The two men on the horses were thrown heavily off their horses.

After a long while, Jin Wushu let go of his hands and opened his eyes. It was unknown whether he was alive or awake.

Opposite him, a woman stood looking at him.

Her eyes were so strange that for a moment he could not speak.

Startled, he sat up. Although the wound was heavy, it was not fatal. He struggled a few times and stood up, but she was holding his knife, and he didn't know when she had pulled it from his waist.

At this time, he was still holding onto the halberd, his main weapon, and would not let go until it fell.

However, her eyes, the way she held the knife, how did she seem like a dying person who had been starving for several days?

Her eyes were so bright that they flickered with flames of hatred and anger, like a raging fire burning in this cold, dewy wilderness.

She held the knife, and with every step she took, he took a step back.

She was clearly no match for him until he was injured. But at this moment, he was already severely injured, and it was hard for him to hold on. If it was an ordinary woman, she would still be able to deal with them. However, she was no ordinary woman.

However, from the brightness in her eyes, it could be seen that she was actually brimming with strength and energy at this moment.

He was shocked and muttered, "Hua Rong …"

She laughed.

It was even sweeter than the butterfly dance's smile, even more sweeter than Wu Er's sweet smile. It was as if under the sunlight, the smile on the pure white ice and snow slowly appeared. It was hard to tell if it was warm or cold.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was so sweet and soft, as if she was telling a story to a lover. Her smile was too sweet, and her white teeth were faintly discernible.

Jin Wushu stared blankly, unable to make a sound. Wasn't it? She had been on the verge of death for several days and was on the verge of death, so why had he suddenly become so energetic?

She held the knife in her hand and stood very straight, but this was different from a man's straightness. It had a slim, beautiful, feminine curve to it.

She picked up the knife with her jade-like fingers and flicked it on the back, producing a clear and melodious sound.

"If I don't pretend to be a hunger strike, how can I relax your guard? The food I brought these days was actually something I ate every day, but no matter how hungry I was, I ate less to maintain my life. For fear that the maid might find out, I moved every bit of it, so as not to arouse her suspicion. "Moreover, I ate a little more last night's meal because I was really too hungry …" She smiled sweetly. "However, at that time, you were having fun. The maid didn't have the time to report to you …"

Jin Wushu watched her every movement and smile as he spoke with confidence and assurance. His messy hair was blown by the cold wind, revealing his snow-white cheeks, which were dotted with a little blush. He was nervous and excited like a little girl who had just eaten a candy, afraid of being discovered by the adults.

How long has it been? How long had it been since he'd seen her smile like that?

Or had she never laughed like this before?

"Fourth Prince, there is something that you do not know, but I must tell you. I've committed suicide many times before, so you think I could die easily, don't you? However, ever since I was struck by the King Qin's palm, and had almost died, I didn't want to die anymore. Why should I die? My husband, Yue Pengju, took care of me so carefully. "No, I didn't want to die for a long time. As long as there's a sliver of a chance, I don't want to die …" The bashful blush on her face deepened as she sighed deeply, "Ah, humans are like this. After so many suicide attempts, you have actually lost the courage to commit suicide. If ants are greedy for life, why should I die? "

She took another step forward and Jin Wushu took another step back.

A gust of cold wind blew her dress, bringing with it a faint incense. Such luxurious and exquisite clothes.

Breathing heavily, he slowly backed up and leaned against the ancient tree behind him. The blood stains on the tree turned brown like old tree bark and disappeared without a trace.

"Hua Rong..."