Why did the Black Feather Battalion, Tiancheng's most elite force, appear at Sanmu Pass?
Xiao Nanhui's mind was like a mess, with countless thoughts surging in it, but she couldn't grasp any clue.
Not far away, behind a collapsed wall, a gray figure stumbled out from the side. It was Wu Xiaoliu.
Xiao Nan came back and roared without thinking.
"Don't move!"
Wu Xiaoliu's round body suddenly stopped and stopped a few steps away from Kesan's body.
He also realized that something was wrong, there was a subtle sound lingering in the air.
It was the sound of thousands of bowstrings being tightened, like a giant beast with its mouth open, whose sharp teeth would suddenly close at any moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the long piano sound rang out again, low and soft, like a feather slowly falling.
The sound of the taut bowstrings finally relaxed, and the phalanx switched from attack to defense. The friction sound of armor echoed in the valley, so neat that no noise could be heard.
She then looked at Wu Xiaoliu, furious: "Why are you following me? Are you looking for death? Don't think I dare not kill you..."
"Didn't you say you wanted to visit the Pan family's village?"
"...I have legs and feet."
"You have difficulty walking."
"What does it have to do with you if I'm inconvenient?"
Xiao Nanhui's voice was cold and hard, and he wanted to end this conversation on the spot.
The next second, Wu Xiaoliu walked towards her regardless, and before she could react, he carried her on his shoulders.
"You can't walk, I'll carry you."
Xiao Nanhui was stunned, then struggled a few times on the fat man, but because her legs were bleeding and her body was a little stiff, she felt like a fish on a chopping board with its head hit.
She hadn't completely calmed down in her heart, but now was not the time to do so. She looked so miserable now that it was hard to say whether she would be able to breathe again.
Wu Xiaoliu turned his fat body around and walked towards the west road step by step with difficulty.
Xiao Nanhui's head was facing the cliff behind her. She barely raised her head during the bumpy ride, but unexpectedly saw the ominous black color split to the left and right, revealing a hint of bright color.
He was a man without armor, his clothes moving in the wind.
He stood in the wind, his figure thin but tall, high up on the stone wall, like the gigantic statue at Sanmuguan, overlooking the creatures struggling in the yellow sand beneath his feet.
Although the man's face was blurry, his aura was not weakened at all even from a thousand miles away.
The familiar indifference and arrogance, just like the day when he sat on the Pingxiao Tower and watched the killing on the altar.
If gods really existed in this world, they would surely be looking down upon all living beings in this way.
Who is he...?
Xiao Nanhui looked at it for a while with trembling lips, and suddenly felt that the shaking had stopped for a long time. He suddenly slapped Wu Xiaoliu on the back of the head.
"What are you looking at? Let's go."
Wu Xiaoliu turned back angrily and glanced at the woman on his back, unable to hide his dissatisfaction. She was clearly also engrossed in watching him just now.
Wu Xiaoliu took a step with difficulty, while Xiao Nanhui lay on his back, thinking about something drowsily.
Humph, no matter who this Zhongli guy is, he's incredibly bold. Not only did he dare to steal the sign from the Prime Minister's Mansion, but this time he even stole it from the Black Feather Army! How outrageous!
He is probably more than just a retainer, he must be some prodigal son of some wealthy family. The Black Feather Army is such a big thing, she will definitely hear about it when she returns to Chizhou. Should she help him then?
After all, including the incident in Huozhou, this lingering guy has saved her twice.
Xiao Nanhui's thoughts rose and fell for a while and then completely sank into the deep sea. She confidently handed her life to Wu Xiaoliu's hands, as if none of the unpleasant things had happened before.
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The seven-stringed guqin is long and thin, with a dark ochre colour and broken lines as fine as cow hair, just like the spring breeze and drizzle.
Such a priceless zither is now lying on the rough gravel ground, with no sign of the person playing the zither.
As he watched the two figures stacked on top of each other slowly walk away, the man's straight back remained motionless.
A dark shadow landed silently behind him, knelt on one knee, and touched the ground with the scabbard, performing the most respectful etiquette of a swordsman.
The man on the cliff tilted his face slightly, revealing half of an indifferent arc.
"Have you tracked down Yan Zi's whereabouts?"
"I failed. Please forgive me, my lord. This man's martial arts skills are unfathomable. I underestimated him."
The man didn't say anything, his eyes still fixed on the distance.
Ding Weixiang didn't dare to stand up, his eyes filled with lingering worry. They shouldn't have come here.
"Master, although the remnants of the Sun clan have been eliminated here, the area around Sanmu Pass is still dangerous. If the Bai clan hears about it, they will definitely come to investigate. We should not stay here for long."
The figure not far away remained motionless, as if it had not heard the words just now.
"master?"
The man finally withdrew his gaze, and his tone was so light that no meaning could be heard.
"Never mind. We'll see each other again someday."
The man turned and left the edge of the cliff. Ding Weixiang was finally able to see the direction of the man's sight, but he could only see a gray figure, which disappeared into the dust in an instant.
"Master, what are you talking about...?"
Her profile, which had returned to its cold state, passed by him like the wind, without any intention of returning his greeting.
Ding Weixiang was silent for a moment, then turned around and followed.
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