Chapter 482
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A cloud-piercing arrow pierced through the thick curtain of rain and hit him between the eyebrows. He was killed and fell into the pool of water.
"She" immediately retreated behind the human wall and turned back coldly, "Who!"
Behind the curtain of rain, She Yan held a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. He said loudly, "I am the first general under Xiahou Qing, the son of Prince Nanping! If you want to live, quickly kneel down and beg for mercy! "
"She" narrowed her eyes and looked at the horses coming out from behind the rain and fog. Unknowingly, they gradually surrounded them. Unknowingly, the rain gradually became lighter and the sky finally showed a little bit of light. Although it was weak, it was not far from dawn.
"She" judged the strength of both sides and glanced at Xiahou Qing, "You can save her today. How can you save yourself in the future?"
Xiahou Qing said hoarsely, "Don't worry. Even if I can't save myself, I will drag you to hell with me."
"She" raised her head and laughed, "Hahahaha … Good, good, good. You are indeed his son. Then I will wait for that day. I hope that before that day comes, you will not all die."
"She" decisively hid in the middle of the crowd and said one word, "Kill!"
The group of people disguised as bandits finally bared their bloody fangs. Like men of sacrifice who knew no pain, they fought against the guards of Lord Nanping's Mansion. They allowed the Eyeless Swords and Sabers to stab their bodies. Their blood flowed all over the ground, but they remained indifferent until they died and fell to the ground.
Even though the guards of Prince Nanping's Mansion were well-trained, they were a little restrained in the face of such a group of zombies. They could only watch "she" rush out of the encirclement surrounded by her confidants. She Yan was not convinced and chased with an arrow. He was stopped by Jiusi, "Don't chase a desperate enemy. Be careful of traps! It is more important to save Lady Ning! "
She Yan turned back unwillingly and cleaned up the remaining people.
With the help of Hui Mo, Xiahou Qing anxiously got off the horse and killed all the men of sacrifice who tried to stop him. He stepped on the road paved by the corpses and walked step by step to Ning Shu. When he saw the situation of Ning Shu's body, Hui Mo took a breath and subconsciously stopped his young master. He trembled, "No! Don't touch it! "
Xiahou Qing's hand trembled as he asked, "What's wrong?"
Hui Mo didn't answer, or he didn't know how to answer. He immediately leaned over to feel her breath. There was only a wisp of breath left.
He had examined so many corpses and treated countless injured people, but he had never seen someone like this. There was not a single piece of flesh on her body that was unharmed. There were more than ten or even twenty wounds on her body, and every wound was so deep that the bones could be seen. Every wound was oozing blood, and her clothes had long been dyed red with blood. The parts that were most heavily injured had turned white after being soaked in the rain for a long time. They were rolled up to the sides, revealing the bright red flesh inside. Even if he wanted to reach out, he didn't know where to touch. He was afraid that the strained spider silk would break if someone touched it lightly.
Hui Mo's eyes turned red in an instant. He turned his face away and didn't dare to look. What had Lady Ning suffered? How could she … how could he describe her current appearance to his Shizi? He couldn't bear to say a single word.
Xiahou Qing seemed to have a premonition. He stretched out his hands and gently touched her quiet and obedient body a few times. When he felt that his hands were full of smoothness, his throat violently rolled a few times. His eyes, which had not been conscious for a long time, became hot and slowly rolled down along the red corner of his eyes. He bent his knees and let his robe soak in the pool of blood and mud.
He stretched out his hands and wanted to help her up, but he didn't know how to do it. He opened his arms and wanted to hug her, but he didn't know where to put his hands. Finally, he could only lower his head and touch her cold forehead. A drop of hot tears fell on her eyes, "Sorry, Xiaoshu, I'm late, sorry …"
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."
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