"call--"

"You spend your whole life playing hawk, and in the end you are pecked out by an hawk!"

After all, the Luotuo scribe lost too much blood and was exhausted, unable to escape. He raised his hands to hold on to the tree and managed to stay standing.

"What a miscalculation..."

"None of Wu Zhaode's sons have troubles."

He gasped for breath, looking down at the blood dripping under his feet. He felt the dizziness coming from his head become stronger, and his body was shaking. He took several deep breaths in succession, trying to wake up his consciousness. This place was far away.

Heyin County is very close. As long as he holds on, he will be 70% to 80% safe. However, this small distance has become a natural chasm at this moment.

Just because the blood flowing out is not the normal color.

The sharp blade that hurt him was poisoned!

If any ordinary person were to run such a long distance, the circulation of qi and blood would have long brought toxins to the meridians of the body, and he would die. He can still hold on until now, all because of the strong physique of the Wenxin Scholars, and the continuous flow of Wenqi to protect the heart meridians from being poisoned.

Invasion.

He tried with all his strength to move his right leg.

His knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

"...I'm afraid I'm going to die here..." The experiences of the past years flashed through the mind of the scholar Luo Tuo, all mixed into a bitter smile on his lips. He sat up with difficulty and leaned against the tree trunk, feeling the toxins raging everywhere in his meridians.

, murmured in his heart, "Mr. Qin, I have repaid you for saving my life back then."

When he thought of Qin Li, he gritted his teeth.

He raised his hand to touch the blood on the ground.

Use your finger as the pen and blood as the ink.

He didn't know the person who was chasing him, but he could guess what force he belonged to. If the message he left behind could be lucky enough to reach Qin Gongsu, the latter would also be alert. He endured

Feeling the severe pain in my internal organs, I managed to write a few words, but the rustling sound of leaves being trampled on came to my ears. This sound was definitely caused intentionally by someone here.

The Luotuo scribe was slightly shocked.

The pursuers are coming.

His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a dark shadow approaching.

The opponent raised the weapon in his hand and made a careful judgment. He determined that the Luo Tuo scribe Qian Donkey had no other means of escape and had no other means of escape, so he decided to cut off the head - the head was easy to pass and could also conceal the true identity of the corpse. This was a practical trick that killed two birds with one stone.

The Luotuo scribe could only choose to close his eyes and wait for death.

The expected pain and loss of consciousness did not come.

An arrow shot through the air from the forest.

I didn't notice it until I got close to the arrow.

The killer's face suddenly became serious.

This is no ordinary feather arrow.

The sound of an ordinary feather arrow piercing the air can be noticed by a brave warrior the moment it leaves the string, unless the cold arrow word spirit is deliberately used to cover up the sound. This feather arrow itself has no trace of the word spirit, which means that it is silent.

It was all done by the archery skills of the archer, not other external forces. The feather arrow did not threaten his life, but it was enough to force him back and separate him from the Luo Tuo scribe. The Luo Tuo scribe also heard that the feather arrow was missing and buried.

The sound of entering the earth.

He suddenly opened his eyes, hope of life welling up in his heart.

"who?"

The killer was forced back several feet.

It is judged that the person in the dark is a good at controlling his aura.

"Go away and do this dirty trick of killing people and dumping corpses somewhere else. Do you think this is your burial ground?" A rough and loud male voice came from the forest, with a voice mixed with martial intimidation. Then, someone walked out of the forest.

A young man dressed in animal skins, holding a bow and arrow... um, a savage? This man's skin was brown and black, with most of his chest exposed, and a rough hemp rope tied around his waist.

The killer glanced at the savage.

Even with minor injuries, I should be able to kill the target in this person's hands? I probably won't be able to take the head back, which is a pity.

However, he had not yet made up his mind to take action.

The tip of his ears heard the sound of footsteps stepping on leaves.

A dozen savages also wearing animal skins appeared, and three or four of them were female savages. Everyone looked at him warily.

The savages also looked at him with evil eyes.

Looking at the aura around them, I'm afraid they are all people who drink blood like hair and blood!

No matter how unwilling the killer is, he can only retreat.

Anyway, the target has been poisoned with a poison that is more than ten times the normal lethal dose. Unless Xinglin, a doctor who is proficient in detoxification, intervenes, there will be no way to save the day. In order not to intensify the conflict, the killer raised his hand to make a harmless gesture towards the group of savages, and faced them again.

The crowd retreated.

After retreating several feet, the savages showed no intention of chasing him and firing arrows. The killer then used his spirit spirit to speed up his escape and suddenly disappeared. The savages who stayed in the same place looked at each other, and the savage who came out first curled his lips: "

I thought it was a big deal!”

An arrow came and missed.

We also came across a murder scene.

The savage strode forward and squatted in front of the Luo Tuo scribe, testing the latter's pulse. Seeing the color of the other person's blood, he said with a little pity: "You are going to die, do you have any last words? If you have any last words, say them, and I will count you down if you meet me."

lucky."

He raised his hand and poured strong martial energy into the scribe's heart.

The injection of martial energy temporarily repels the overwhelming toxin.

Although it can't save his life, it can make the scholar Luo Tuo live to finish his last words. The scholar Luo Tuo suppressed the severe pain and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "Help me... find an official named Qin Gongsu and tell..."

Before he finished speaking, the savage's expression suddenly changed.

Following the Luotuo scribe, I felt myself rising into the sky.

He was thrown onto his shoulder.

A savage shouted in my ears: "Hurry, go back to camp!"

A group of savages also heard what the Luotuo scribe said.

They all followed the savages and ran to one place.

Just after leaving the dense forest, I saw a mountain road. The savage who was holding the Luo Tuo scribe gave a loud whistle. A handsome war horse turned from virtual reality and accelerated to catch up with the savage. The savage leaped into the air and climbed onto the horse's back. His movements were rough but not forgetful.

Maintaining the heart of the Luo Tuo scribe, he said: "Hey, try your best not to die!"

The Luotuo scribe was so shaken by the violent jolt that he almost rolled his eyes.

The strength of the savage is not weak, and the martial horse is also of extraordinary quality. He accelerates and sprints with all his strength without the weight of the horse armor. The oncoming strong wind hits the Luotuo scribe's ears so hard that his eardrums are noisy - what does it mean to strive for success and not die? This is to strive for success.

Can he not die?

Other savages followed closely.

Just when the Luotuo scribe thought that his internal organs were about to be vomited out, he saw the outline of a large camp with flags fluttering in the field of vision. A group of savages galloped into the camp on horseback. No one stopped them along the way, and they behaved very strangely.

Arrogant.

The savages ran all the way to the logistics wounded barracks.

Grabbing the Luo Tuo scribe and dismounting.

"Quick, someone comes and sees if he can be saved!"

The doctor who heard the commotion came forward to check.

The savage said unceremoniously: "This situation is critical and we can't practice. Let the doctor Xinglin come over and he must be saved!"

After a period of chaos and chaos.

The Luotuo scribe was lying on the hospital bed in the wounded barracks and looking at the tent ceiling.

The conversation between the savage and the Xinglin doctor came to my ears.

"Where did General Lu dig up such a corpse? Hey, half of the legs were dragged away by the Lord of Hell. You are really making things difficult for me." Medical doctor Xinglin complained, but his actions were very straightforward. Luotuo scribe was also the first

When he came into contact with this group for the first time, he knew that he was saved when the other person poured a vitality into his meridians. When the toxins in his meridians encountered it, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, being forced to flee and retreat in defeat.

In the end, there was no way to retreat, and everything gathered on the right arm.

A doctor went up and made a cut on his arm.

As the poisonous blood flowed out from the wound, the dark right arm slowly returned to its normal color. However, the blood loss was too much, and after the Luo Tuo scribe was rescued, he relaxed his heartstrings and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

The Luotuo scribe opened his eyes and saw the savage brothers.

At this time, the savage changed out of his funny animal skin costume and put on a neat outfit, looking a bit majestic. The savage immediately noticed that he was awake, and while asking someone to call the doctor, he asked sternly: "Who are you?
To be continued...