Because of excessive blood loss, Qi Jian was a little confused. After hearing Jie Xiu's words, he realized after a while. He woke up a lot in an instant and his face became paler. He turned his head and looked at Jie Xiu's side face with difficulty. Looking at his face, his eyes that had obviously lost their spirit, his body suddenly became extremely stiff.

"You... can't see?" Qi Jian said with a trembling voice, and was about to get off him.

The folded sleeves had no intention of letting him down. His hands grabbed his legs like iron bars, making it impossible for him to leave.

Feeling the temperature and strength coming from his legs, Qijian was ashamed and anxious as he tried his best to leave. No matter how hard he struggled, he didn't react, and stood like a statue. Qijian's strength became smaller and smaller, and the struggle was getting smaller and smaller. Finally, he gave up and leaned on his shoulder powerlessly.

At this time, he looked at Chessie again. The expressionless face he had on weekdays made him extremely disgusted and wanted to stay away from. Suddenly, there was a little more indescribable smell.

Yes, it really looks like a statue, like a wolf standing on a cliff, looking at a distance, or a teenager.

Before he knew it, Qijian's heart became much softer and his eyes also softened. Looking at Cheshui's face, a look of admiration appeared on his pale little face. However, for some reason, he felt particularly sad again, especially when looking at Cheshui's eyes, so he started crying, crying very sadly.

Cheshui's expression was still indifferent, as if he was not affected by the inability to see things at all, and said, "If crying can solve the problem, I am definitely the person who is best at crying in the world."

On the snow field, in the battle with the demons, there are countless problems related to life and death that need to be solved.

Qijian felt very embarrassed, so he raised his arm and used his sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, but he couldn't wipe them clean because the tears kept flowing.

The voice of the folded sleeve became hesitant: "Or...you..."

Then he was silent for a while and said, "Don't cry, it's okay."

It is obvious that he is not good at comforting people, and he is even less good at coaxing people, so his tone seems a bit stiff, but therefore he is more sincere.

Qi Jian sniffed and nodded aggrievedly, not knowing who the grievance was against, and then whispered: "Then... let's go."

Cheshe looked at the darkness in front of him, calmed down and said, "It's better to go to the direction of the mountains and forests."

Qi Jian held his shoulder, raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the straight mountain path in front of the two of them, and said, "From forward, turn right four hundred feet, I will say."

Broke sleeves did not hesitate, hugged his legs tightly, and walked forward without any doubt about his words.

This touched Qijian and was a little puzzled.

The mountain breeze blew against his face with folded sleeves, and he had already closed his eyes crisply.

Then, the mountain wind fell on Qijian's little face.

The wind seemed to carry some temperature.

Qijian felt a little warm and a little relieved.

In the mountains of Zhouyuan, the sound of footsteps and the sound of Qi Jian's weak guidance, as well as the sound of folded sleeves still calm and indifferent response.

"Slow down, there is a hurdle ahead."

"A stream, two feet away, opposite is sand."

"Are you okay?"

"Hurry up."

"But……"

"No, but."

"Be careful, don't hit the tree."

According to the idea of ​​folding sleeves, they had to find the human practitioners in Zhouyuan as soon as possible. However, after running for dozens of miles, no one encountered it. Most human practitioners had already concentrated in those gardens last night according to the arrangements of Chen Changsheng or the girl in white.

Thinking about it now, this should be something that the legendary military advisor of the Demon clan had already arrived.

Zhouyuan is isolated from the outside world, and human practitioners will inevitably have internal conflicts in order to compete for things like magic weapons or inheritance. Even if someone successfully prevents chaos, then the human practitioners entering the park will definitely be concentrated in several areas. For example, Zhexiu and Lishan Sword Sect disciples, these demons will be more likely to do their own things.

Cheshui and Qijian stopped at a cliff, and it was dozens of miles away from the nearest gathering place for human practitioners to go to the forest.

On the hillside behind them, two extremely long figures reflected by the setting sun could be seen.

The demon generals and couple had already chased after him, and were still carrying loads and large iron pots. They seemed to be moving, but in fact they were a bit terrifying.

Qijian coughed twice in pain, his little face turned paler, and he reported: "Southwest, Guizhen star position, about... Liuli, no, Wuli."

For them, the shadow of the demon general couple on the distant hillside was like the shadow of death, and they had to find a way to get rid of it.

"They stopped." Qijian was a little surprised.

Zhexiu said, "They are looking at where we will go."

Although he could not see any scenery now, he followed Chen Changsheng to walk through the mountains and fields outside Zhouyuan a lot two days ago, remembering the geographical environment in his heart. If they still went to the mountain forest language to meet with human practitioners according to their original plan, the demon generals and couples only needed to penetrate into the diagonally and pass through a forest to intercept them.

Cheshe was silent for a moment, and calculated the distance and position relationship between the two sides, knowing that there was no way to reach the mountain forest.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard someone say on the lakeside that the demons could grasp their position at any time.

Even if the other party cannot control his position, it now seems that the couple is worthy of being a demon general. It is obviously the two people who chased the two people, but they actually used military tactics and formations - the pursuit and escape have lasted for several moments. They were unable to get closer to the mountain forest in the bank, but instead were forced to go further and further away.

With his sleeves folded, he felt the last afterglow on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned around and looked southwest.

He couldn't see it, but he wanted to see the pair of demons who wanted to kill him.

The hillside in the distance is shrouded in the sunset and is burning.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming stood in the burning meadow, watching them.

Looking at each other from afar.

"I'm going to start running."

Chesheshe suddenly said, calm and firm.

Can't see the road, but you want to run?

Qijian was surprised and grabbed his hand on his shoulder and clenched it a little subconsciously.

Zhexiu said, "You can report their location at any time and guide me at the same time. Now... first tell me how steep the cliff in front of me is."

Qijian's voice was very weak, and he was even more trembling at this time. Because he was nervous, he looked at it for a while and said, "It's probably four or three points... Are you really okay?"

"I will definitely fall often, just get up and run."

Cheshui was silent for a while and said, "It hurts so much, don't cry."

Qijian nodded softly.

Chessie was silent for a while and said, "Hold tight."

Qi Jian nodded softly again, then hugged his neck tightly with his hands forward and leaned his head against his shoulder.

After making all the preparations, Chessie took a deep breath, and the true energy in his body began to rush, suppressing all the peacock feather toxins that were trying to dissipate from the bottom of his eyes to more places, and then squatted down.

With his movements, his knees were strangely bent in a way beyond human imagination.

The front end of the boot on his feet broke open, and the sharp claws poked out from the dark wolf hair, piercing into the hard cliff rock, making a shiny sound.

At the same time, countless hard and rough hairs grew on the edges of his cheeks and neck.

His pupils became blood red due to the demonization, and then mixed with the green toxin deep in his pupils, turning into a very strange color.

It looks like a newly-fried lemon fruit, sour and powerful, which can stimulate countless spirits.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Qijian didn't answer, his arms tighter and his leaner tighter.

The folded sleeves seemed a little surprised. After a moment of quietness, the corners of the lips slightly raised, probably because he was smiling.

If Chen Changsheng saw this scene, he would be very surprised, because he didn't remember seeing Jie Xiu smiled.

Unfortunately, Qi Jian buried his face between his neck at this time and did not see it.

Broke Shuo said nothing more, hugged Qijian's legs tightly, and rushed down towards the extremely steep rock wall under the cliff.

Sand and stones splashed everywhere, and rock chips flew around.

He ran wildly in the mountains and fields with his folded sleeves and his back. Every time his feet fell, he would pierce into the hard cliff, which was very effective in grabbing the ground.

The toxins of the peacock feather damaged his eyes, but did not affect his other abilities.

After the demonization, the young man of the wolf clan had nearly perfect balance ability and speed. He used power while running and adapted to the environment, which was so powerful that he could not imagine.

In just a moment, he rushed to the bottom of the cliff with Qijian on his back.

The demon generals and couple on the hillside several miles away obviously did not expect that they would choose this way. They broke through in this direction and paused for a while before they started chasing again.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the cliff was shaking slightly, and two dust dragons followed.

"Nanye, Zhenxing position, four miles."

Qi Jian withdrew his gaze and said as clearly as possible in a weak voice: "Three hundred, two hundred, two hundred, one hundred, seven, stone steps, four corners, ready to... jump"

The folded sleeves were like a real young male wolf. He was running wildly in the mountains and fields, turning into a gray shadow, jumping forward more than ten feet, and jumping directly above the stone steps.

Qijian felt the severe shock coming from below, and his lower abdomen was painful, but he endured no sound and said weakly: "Walk four hundred feet straight and enter the forest?"

At this time, Cheshui spent all his mind on running, and there was no answer, just nodding.

Qi Jian put his head on his shoulder again, feeling the constant vibration, and looking at the woods getting closer and closer, his hands tighter and his mood became even more nervous.

I can't see the road, but I still have to run as fast as possible with a seriously injured person on my back.

And it is in the mountains.

This is crazy.
To be continued...