By the evening, Qin Ye finally finished his work and arranged everything for everyone. He dragged his tired body back to Lai Fu Inn, but he realized something belatedly:

The old sect master passed on to her peerless martial arts and the Ice Art, but she didn't know how to use them and forgot to ask Jing Yi.

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, she dispelled it with a smile.

Stunned.

Those people are so thin, sick, injured, or disabled. How can they look like martial arts masters?

Maybe, this Wuji Sect is just an unknown place, created by them themselves, the peerless martial arts do not exist, and the Ice Art is also fake.

Knowing it was fake, she still took the trouble to take care of these people. Even she felt stupid.

Qin Ye rubbed his eyebrows, sighed tiredly, and walked into the inn.

Suddenly, a man staggered towards me on the street behind me:

"Princess, this is bad!"

He tripped over the steps and fell to the ground, blood seeping out of his arm.

Qin Ye hurriedly helped him up, and just by touching it, he knew that the man's arm was broken.

"You are seriously injured. I will..."

"Don't worry about me," the man panted. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty led the troops to suppress the bandits, but was ambushed by the bandits and suffered serious injuries. I'm afraid... there's no way back..."

Qin Ye was stunned for a moment.

There is no return...

That man was seriously injured and nearly died...

"Princess, please go and see the prince for the last time. Those bandits are still trying to catch him. If you go too late, you may not be able to see him!"

When this matter spread in his mind, Qin Ye felt his breathing become slightly heavier and a strange emotion surged in his heart.

This emotion weighed heavily on her heart.

As light as a straw, it made her feel oppressed and uncomfortable.

"He..." He opened his lips, his voice slightly hoarse, "Where is he?"

The man covered his injured arm and said, "Three hundred miles west of the city is Guangning Mountain."

Qin Ye turned around immediately and said, "You can die, but leave the divorce letter behind! I will never be buried with you!"

man:"??"

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The night is dark.

A few miles outside the city, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there are no candles, no dust, no noise. The night here is quiet, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the light is very dim.

In the forest, unknown animals occasionally jumped by, making rustling sounds, making the night seem even more peaceful.

Somewhere hidden away, there was the sound of heavy breathing.

"Master, hold on." Han Feng's voice was solemn. "Wait until those bandits leave, and we'll go down the mountain immediately."

In the darkness, he held King Chen's hand tightly.

As soon as the words fell, there was a fire not far away, and the sound of messy footsteps:

"Look over there."

"quick!"

"He was poisoned by the blood centipede, he won't be able to run far!"

dark place.

The cold wind pressed down his body, hiding his breath. Through the gaps between the grass leaves, he saw several bandits holding torches running past him.

These people had stubble on their faces and held big knives in their hands. They had fierce expressions and vicious looks, and their shouts were even more fierce. They showed no mercy when killing people.

They wanted to suppress the bandits, but were ambushed by the bandits. They were very cruel and extracted toxins from centipedes, toads, spiders and snakes to kill people.

Unfortunately, the master fell into a trap and was poisoned. He became drowsy and confused.

“Ahem…”

Suddenly, a weak cough occurred.

The bandit who had just walked past suddenly turned his head alertly and looked somewhere:

"There!"