Chapter 36: The spear just let the touch run wild and sucked her lips...
The footsteps of pursuit continued behind me, and the cold wind whistled in my ears.
The cold air rushed into her head, making her think quickly, and countless fragments flashed through her mind.
Finally, a sentence suddenly rang in my mind:
[This is a pill from my hometown, it is said to be able to save a life...]
Wen Ying suddenly came to her senses, quickly took out the small white porcelain jar from her arms, and bit open the lid with her teeth.
There was only a thumb-sized brown pill in the small jar.
I don’t know if it really works, but I have no choice at the moment.
She took out the pill and stuffed it into Yan Jing's mouth. In order to prevent it from falling out, she covered Yan Jing's mouth and tilted his face upwards, trying to let the pill slide into his abdominal cavity.
Before she could confirm——
Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Wen Ying's mind, and she almost subconsciously dodged to the side while holding Yan Jing. At the same time, a bullet passed by her just now, brushed her shoulder and flew forward, embedding into the horse's neck!
The horse felt pain, raised its front hooves high, and let out a long, sharp neigh, almost throwing the two men off the horse.
Wen Ying protected Yan Jing and held the reins tightly with her other hand, trying to keep her body steady.
But the effect was minimal. The horse's hooves were flying and its body was shaking violently, so that the brocade bag at its side was thrown to the ground, and the opening of the bag rolled open, shining with a little metallic luster.
It's clearly out of control.
Can't ride a horse anymore.
Wen Ying made a prompt decision to loosen the reins, picked up Yan Jing horizontally, and fell backwards, allowing inertia to throw her off the horse.
Wen Ying adjusted her posture the moment she flew into the air, protected Yan Jing's head, and used her own body to bear the impact of landing.
The rough gravel rolled over the wound on her back, and the stinging pain penetrated through her skin and flesh into her nerves, causing her eyes to turn black and her mind to go blank.
The enemy won't wait for her to come to her senses, the pursuers are already approaching!
Wen Ying knew this, so she gritted her teeth, propped herself up, and placed Yan Jing in her arms steadily under the tree.
The elegant young man closed his eyes quietly, looking like a lifelike wax doll.
She panted and pulled up Yan Jing's wrist, feeling his pulse, his heart beating at her fingertips.
Smooth and soothing.
Wen Ying couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
What Su Miaoyan said was actually true.
The girl gave away the medicine that could save people from the King of Hell as a gift.
She owed Su Miaoyan a big favor.
But now is not the time to think about return.
Wen Ying half-knelt beside Yan Jing. When she heard the chaotic footsteps approaching, she looked up at the five people who came out from the shadows one after another.
"If you pursue her too persistently, the girl will not like you." She curled her eyes and said in a frivolous voice, teasing in a light-hearted manner.
Sweat seeped from the corners of his forehead into the gaps in the mask, rubbing the small wounds on his cheeks, causing them to burn with pain.
So what to do?
His mind was no longer working, his weapon had just been thrown away, his wounds were split open from falling off the horse's back, and his black clothes were almost stained with blood.
Without a horse, even with Yan Jing, there is no way to escape from the five peerless masters.
Fortunately, perhaps because of excessive bleeding, the toxins in the body were discharged. Now I can feel my limbs more clearly, including the unbearable pain.
Dead end...?
The clouds were blown by the wind, revealing a little of the brilliant winter sun, and the scattered light shone somewhere, emitting a dazzling glow.
Wen Ying was dazzled by the light. She squinted her eyes and looked over there. Suddenly, her mind became clearer.
No, there is still a way out.
"Isn't it good to be an assassin in the underworld? Liming, why bother to get involved in the court disputes?" The leading man in black spoke in a cold voice.
"Why do grown men always look ahead and behind?" Wen Ying chuckled and stood up on her knees. "I am very greedy."
"I want both the remoteness of the rivers and lakes and the heights of the government."
The leader's eyes shone, and he slowly uttered two words: "Seeking death."
Following the last syllable of the word "death", three men in black rushed towards Wen Ying!
Wen Ying glanced at the cold blades in their hands, quickly bent down to avoid the knife that was chopping towards her neck, turned around suddenly to avoid the three people, and her body slid like flowing water and flew more than ten steps behind the man in black.
The leader was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting that she had reached this level and was even more agile than at the beginning.
But that's all.
One of them produced several darts and swung them vigorously at Wen Ying.
Wen Ying felt a slight sound of breaking air behind her. She hooked the strap of the brocade bag on the ground with her fingers and rolled to the side instantly. The dart went straight into the place where she passed.
She bent her knees and half-knelt on the ground, holding the brocade bag that fell from Yan Jing's horse's back in her hand, her heart beating so violently that it almost jumped out of her chest.
The dust and mud all over her body made her look disheveled, but Wen Ying smiled.
The goal was achieved.
Although it is a horse riding and archery banquet, young men from noble families usually do not bring only a bow for hunting, they also bring another weapon to prevent accidents.
She bet the same would be true for Yan Jing.
Wen Ying paid attention to the actions of the four people in front of her and reached out to touch the brocade bag.
Sure enough, I touched a cool metallic texture.
As her eyes lit up, she suddenly realized——
Four people?
Silver light whistled past her ears. Wen Ying had no time to think. She clenched the object in her hand and raised it to block the long sword attacking from behind!
Amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, Wen Ying frowned slightly as she looked at the short stick in front of her, and tilted her head in confusion.
According to Yan Jing's temperament, she thought it would be a more elegant weapon, like a dagger, a hidden weapon, or even an iron folding fan.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a short stick that was only the length of an adult's forearm.
How does this work?
Seeing that she was a little distracted, the enemy suddenly increased the strength in his hand with a sharp gaze and pressed towards Wen Ying.
Wen Ying reached out and grabbed the other end of the short stick, using both hands to block the attack of the long knife. She noticed with her peripheral vision that three people were about to surround her, so she raised her leg and kicked the side of the opponent's waist. When the opponent relaxed to dodge, she stepped back several steps to create some distance.
After jumping twice to gain his footing, Wen Ying swung the short stick in his hand. Both ends of the metal stick suddenly popped out and stretched out like snakes coming out of a hole. With a clear "clang" sound, it fully unfolded in Wen Ying's hand.
In just a snap of the fingers it turned into a spear several feet long!
The sudden change in form caused everyone present to pause for a moment.
Even the air became quiet and you could hear a pin drop.
The gun body is completely black, the barrel is solid and light, and there is a red groove extending from the tip to the tail, like a brand engraved on the soul of the gun.
Wen Ying looked calm, but her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
My God, the short stick turns into a spear with just a swing, this is so cool.
She also didn't expect that the habitual action of shaking off the blood foam when using the sword would accidentally turn on the switch of the weapon.
Which general can resist not stopping for it?
"What a gimmick." The leader in black was the first to come back to his senses. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to order, "Go."
The spear is extremely difficult to use, and it is not Dawn's usual weapon. It might not be as convenient as a short stick.
The four of them adjusted their positions and rushed towards Wen Ying again with their weapons in hand.
Wen Ying lowered her body, slightly separated her legs, took a small step forward with her left foot, and slightly lifted her right heel.
She held the gun barrel tightly in the base of her right hand, with the tip of the gun pointing diagonally at the ground and the butt of the gun resting lightly on her right shoulder.
The black-clad leader's eyes widened slightly.
He had seen this spear starting move on the battlefield before. It was a unique skill of a military commander.
【Cloud Chasing Wind Gun】
The tip of the gun lightly touched the ground and bounced up instantly, raising a cloud of dust that instantly obscured the black-clad man's vision.
The next moment, the girl's figure broke out from the dust. She turned her wrist and stabbed out several times with the spear in the blink of an eye. The tip of the spear left a faint light and shadow in the air, as if several wind marks were crisscrossing.
The assassin at the front couldn't figure out the direction of the spear, so he raised his sword to temporarily avoid the attack, but was pierced through the chest by the spear from Shattering Morning Light.
Wen Ying pulled out the tip of the gun and swung it to the side, drawing a bloody arc in the air, and blood mist floated like flowing clouds.
Different from the passive state just now, Wen Ying put away the spear and turned around, actively rushing forward, with the spear soaring into the air like a dragon, and the tip of the spear pointing directly at the enemy's heart!
The spear, which was several inches taller than her, was wielded flexibly in Wen Ying's hand. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, yet as swift as chasing the wind, making it impossible to resist.
Even the soil under his feet was lifted up by the energy, forming circles of ripples, like a strong wind passing through.
The situation turned around instantly.
"This is the shooting skill. Are you the one from the Wen family—"
Before the man could finish his words, a dark iron spear followed him like a shadow, flashed a black meteor before his eyes, and pierced his throat.
Wen Jian has an outspoken and straightforward personality, and the weapons he uses are also elegant and handsome.
He created his own set of marksmanship, and on the battlefield he met no rivals, and was invincible.
When Wen Ying was a child, she practiced spearmanship so many times that her knuckles were rubbed by the spear shaft. She asked Wen Jian with a sad face: "Why do I have to learn spearmanship? Isn't sword just as good? It's just as cool?"
She remembered that her father grinned, touched her head and said: "The long spear is more eye-catching, and tied with a red rope, the soldiers can see at a glance that you are still holding the spear high and charging at the front line."
"As long as the spears don't fall, the commander is still alive and the soldiers are not defeated."
Therefore, the weapon Wen Ying was best at using was not a sword, but a spear.
The spear swept away the incoming hidden weapon, and Wen Ying moved swiftly and lightly, running straight towards the attacker who was hiding in the dark and shooting arrows.
She shook her wrist slightly, and the tip of the gun swept across the sky, cutting a hole in the man's chest. Just as she was about to stab him with the last shot -
"dawn!"
Wen Ying turned around and looked at the leader in black, only to see that the other party was holding a three-foot sword with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Yan Jing's throat.
"I'm not a stubborn warrior. Let us go and I will return him to you." The leader raised his eyebrows slightly and proposed a deal.
If this continues, even if he kills Yan Jing and escapes, Li Ming will hunt him down to the ends of the earth.
It’s better to take someone hostage and give it a try.
Wen Ying lowered her eyes, glanced at Yan Jing, and unexpectedly answered readily: "Okay."
The leader in black didn't expect it to be so smooth, so he made a request cautiously: "Put down your spear."
Wen Ying was very obedient. She raised her other hand to show that she was harmless, slowly squatted down, and pretended to put the spear on the ground under the motionless gaze of the black-clothed leader.
At this moment, something strange happened!
The black-clad leader felt a force pulling on his ankle. His eyes moved away from Wen Ying for a moment, and his heart suddenly felt empty.
In a moment, the spear pierced the wrist of his right hand holding the sword. Yan Jing, who should have been unconscious, dragged him to the ground with a pale face.
Wen Ying retracted the hand that was throwing the spear, quickly stepped forward and dislocated the black-clad leader's jaw, then knocked him out with a knife to prevent him from committing suicide by taking poison.
She moved too much and the jade ring strung with a red string on her collar fell out and hung around her neck.
But there were too many wounds on her body, which had made her sense of touch numb, so Wen Ying did not notice this detail.
After doing all this, Wen Ying slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man who was sitting on his knees under the tree with complicated eyes.
"When did you wake up?"
"Starting from the 'Wen Family'." Yan Jing's voice was weak, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his handsome face, and his dark eyes looked at the girl in front of him with a dazed look.
This means that Yan Jing already knows that Li Ming and Wen Ying have a relationship.
Given the current situation, she should have left immediately.
But for some unknown reason, Wen Ying didn't want to leave.
She stopped for a while, slowly took off the mask, and revealed her true face as 'Wen Ying' in front of Yan Jing for the first time.
Wen Ying walked slowly in front of Yan Jing, her figure blocking the sunlight and shrouding Yan Jing in shadow.
She looked down at the man in front of her: "So, what are you going to do? Arrest me as a 'criminal'?"
Yan Jing's vision was still a little blurry, and he couldn't see the girl's face clearly. He only felt that her figure seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, with a hint of green shining, and the strong and pungent smell of blood around her seemed to add a bit of sweetness.
He narrowed his eyes and chuckled, without answering. He leaned his head back as if exhausted, with such force that Wen Ying was worried that he was still not awake.
"Be careful not to hurt your head."
As she spoke, Wen Ying squatted down and raised her hand towards Yan Jing's face, wanting to check on his condition.
Suddenly, a hand slightly larger than hers directly wrapped around her hand and gently pulled her.
Wen Ying's body involuntarily leaned forward, and she subconsciously supported her hands on the man's side. She raised her eyes to ask him what he was doing, but was unexpectedly bumped into a pool of tenderness.
As their eyes met, a large palm slowly covered the girl's eyes, and the slightly cool fingertips captured her sight, and her other senses also magnified.
A soft touch pressed against her lips in the darkness, and the familiar sandalwood scent and warm breath gently brushed the girl's cheek.
Wet and smooth, it quietly penetrated deep into her lips and lightly touched her teeth, as if testing her feelings.
Wen Ying's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and a blush crept up to the tips of her ears.
She didn't know how to react.
He just let the touch run wild, absorbing the saliva from her lips and conquering the city.
Just when her blood was about to boil and she was about to surrender, the force between his lips and on her eyes loosened, and the blushing breath quickly faded away.
Wen Ying's world was filled with light again. She heard a "bang" and suppressed her pounding heart, looking in the direction of the sound.
The banished immortal's face was still cold and aloof, and he lay heavily to the side.
It was like a dream.
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