"Don't worry, they're fine." The sick scholar held back his cough and said in a deep voice.

Han Mingxi glanced at him, "How do you know?"

"The person named Liang wanted to kill us immediately. But Le Jiang never took action, must be waiting for them to come."

"They want to catch them all?" Han Mingxi frowned. The sick scholar said, "Don't forget that Chu Jun is the only one behind us, and they didn't follow us when we left. After we left, they must have done something behind. So these people must catch them. Do you think what you left along the way is good and they didn't see?" Han Mingxi said angrily: "Do you know they deliberately used us to lure Junwei to hook, why don't you remind me?" The sick scholar sneered disdainfully, "Why should I remind you? Now at least Chu Junwei still has a chance to rescue us. If he doesn't come, I will die."

"He may die with us!"

"So what?"

Pour...

The window lattice outside made two clear sounds, and the two of them stopped and looked towards the window at the same time. A flexible figure quickly flipped through the window and turned around and smiled at them: "Brother Han, don't worry. I will never die with you."

"Jun Wei!" Han Mingxi shouted in surprise.

"Shh..." Ye Li stretched out a finger to cover her lips and blinked at him. Han Mingxi quickly lowered her voice and said, "How did you come in? This village is full of ambush." ​​Ye Li smiled and said, "There is no 100% security guard in this world, just to see if you can find a place to break through. Now... Brother Han, there are three heads, you all owe me a life." The sick scholar snorted and said, "Those must be counted when we escape." Chu Junwei must have heard the conversation between him and Han Mingxi just now, but looking at the boy in front of him with a bright and bright smile, the sick scholar could not be sure whether he was holding a grudge.

"Okay, you're right." Ye Li said helplessly. He pulled out the dagger and quickly cut the rope on Han Mingxi's body, and threw it to him casually and said, "It's not easy to find a handy weapon in southern Xinjiang, just use it." Han Mingxi took the sword in his hand and smiled, "Thank you, Junwei." The rope on Han Mingxi's body was easy to solve, and the iron chain on the sick scholar's body was not so easy to get. Ye Li took a while to untied the iron chain. The sick scholar moved his muscles and bones before asking, "Where is your guard?" Ye Li smiled, "He is preparing to give a big gift to Luoyi's army." Walking to the window, Ye Li learned a few bird songs of different lengths. After a while, a certain part of the village suddenly became noisy, and then more places, but in a moment, it seemed as if the whole village was bustling. Ye Li smiled with satisfaction and said, "Okay, let's go!"

The sick scholar pushed open the door and shot a few feather arrows. Han Mingxi hurriedly grabbed him back, and Ye Li lifted the door with one foot. The back of the sword shot a few arrows on the wooden door. The sick scholar glared at Ye Li angrily, and Ye Li smiled kindly at him, "This is the thank you gift from the third leader who invited me to die with you just now."

The sick scholar knew that he was inappropriate and snorted and didn't say anything.

The archers outside were staring at the door vigilantly, and with a slam, the wooden door was opened and a shadow pounced out. Screaming... A cluster of feather arrows shot out.

Bang! One person made a bed out of the windows on both sides of the building. A few whizzing sounds, several archers felt a piercing pain on their bodies and fell down one after another. Ye Li walked out of the door and looked at the cloth bags that were shot like hedgehogs by arrows on the ground, and the corpses lying all over the ground with a slightly dark look, "Let's go quickly. Zhuo Jing can't hold on any longer." At this time, the entire village was in chaos, and fires were rising in several places. It seemed that Zhuo Jing had set off a lot of fire and it was not an ordinary place. Not far away, I remembered a few strange bird songs, and Ye Li led Han Mingxi and the others to run to which side without hesitation.

When they passed by a spring, the sick scholar sneered and took out something from his arms and threw it in. Han Mingxi saw it and his eyes flashed without saying anything. He quickly followed Ye Li in front of him. When they arrived, An San was surrounded by people, obviously struggling to support him. Ye Li looked around and saw the main characters in the village, no wonder they assigned more than a dozen people to guard him. Ye Li remembered something he took from the underground palace. Obviously, in Le Jiang's eyes, such things were much more important than the lives of Han Mingxi and the sick scholar.

"It's really not worth saving two people and paying one." Ye Li frowned helplessly, "Brother Han, can you catch that old man?" He pointed to Mr. Liang who was standing under heavy protection, and Ye Li asked softly. Han Mingxi frowned and said, "There are too many people around him. And... the old man is too fat." The sick scholar reached out and handed over two things, "Scatter this into the air, and feed this directly into the mouth of Liang."

"This is almost the same." Han Mingxi took it in his hand and nodded.

An San looked at the person in front of him wearing southern Xinjiang costumes and surrounded him mercilessly, waving the weapons in his hand.

"Zhuo Jing, hold on!" Han Mingxi's voice suddenly remembered, and a dark figure swept through the air and rushed into the crowd. An San held his breath in an instant. Southern Xinjiang was different from Xiling, and there were not many people who knew the language of the Central Plains. So as soon as Han Mingxi landed on the ground, he thumped a bunch of people on the ground. An San also took the opportunity to siege and jumped onto the roof of the room. Han Mingxi successfully landed next to Mr. Liang, but he was slumped on the ground and hummed, pinched his mouth and stuffed the medicine in, patted his face with a smile and said, "Old boy, you're done."

Le Jiang was one of the few people from southern Xinjiang who had not fallen. Seeing the people lying all over the ground, he looked extremely ugly. Looking at Mr. Liang who was asking for help from him sadly, he looked more like he was looking at an enemy and a disaster. "Damn Central Plains people! What did you do?!" Han Mingxi was in a good mood at this time. His depression all day long disappeared. He picked up Mr. Liang and threw it towards the sick scholar. He smiled and said, "Captain Luoyi, do you have the nerve to ask what we did? Don't you think what you did?" Le Jiang snorted and said disdainfully: "Do you think that a mere little poison can hardly harm our people from the Luoyi tribe?"

Han Mingxi spread his hands indifferently and smiled: "The poison is not mine, can it have anything to do with me? You're going to let your people stand up."

The sick scholar walked out with the fat Master Liang. His face turned as dark as ink at this time, and he looked dying. He knew at a glance that he must have been seriously poisoned. Le Jiang was shocked. Although he was good at using poison to drive away snakes, he could not tell what poison Mr. Liang had been infected for a while. The wealthy businessman in the Central Plains who he hated must not die now. "What do you want?"
Chapter completed!