win the hairpin

Chapter 411
The three of them walked quickly, all the way up, the weather was not good, there was fine and dense snow falling, and the mountain was even slippery and cold, in order to walk fast, the three of them didn't wear cloaks or crane cloaks.

King Jin's arms were injured, and when he climbed up, when his arms were exerted, blood would ooze from the wound, and the blood froze, sticking the wound and the muslin.

Wan Yunjun had never suffered such a crime in his life. After walking for two hours, he couldn't move anymore, so he could only stand still and take a breath.

Song Huiyue twisted open the water bag and gave it to King Jin: "Your wound is not well, do you want to reapply the medicine?"

"No need," King Jin took a sip of water, "it's just a skin injury."

Song Huiyue took out three more dry pancakes, and each of them ate one with cold water. Wan Yunjun had never eaten such cold and hard food in the ice and snow, but he held back.

The dried biscuits had already frozen into icicles, and they couldn't be eaten in a short while, so the three of them walked up while biting.

They had to continue to climb over the mountains, and the flat mountain road was finished, and the rest was the undulating path, with thick pine needles under their feet, which were soft and slippery, and everything would fall apart.

Encountering a steep mountain road, Song Huiyue used herself as a wooden stick to support King Jin step by step. The pine trees were towering, and the gaps left between the crowns were narrow and fine. The skylight fell from above, and the light and snow were layered. Layers of filtration, the last thing that falls on people is gray.

Taking advantage of this little daylight, the three of them strode up, and the sound of panting resounded earth-shattering in the mountains——Wan Yunjun did not escape his life, and he didn't know how to hold his breath, so that the piercing cool wind would blow slowly on the tip of his nose. Get in and out, otherwise there will be tearing pain in the chest, and soon there will be a bloody smell.

Song Huiyue supported King Jin with half of her body, and stretched out her other hand to hold Wan Yunjun.

Wan Yunjun whispered: "I can walk."

Song Huiyue shook her head and tugged her: "Don't breathe in through your mouth, your chest will hurt."

After hearing this, Wan Yunjun quickly shut his mouth and began to snort rapidly.

Holding Song Huiyue's hand, she first walked with her head sullen. After walking for a while, she suddenly noticed King Jin's gaze, looked up, and immediately wanted to pull her hand out of Song Huiyue's hand.

However, Song Huiyue pulled her hand tightly in order to hurry, and she couldn't pull it out. Under Jin Wang's gaze, her palms were sweating nervously.

She didn't even dare to lift her head, she walked away with her head shrunk, and she even held her breath in panic.

The three of them walked faster and faster under the gloomy sky and weird atmosphere, and they reached the top of the mountain before the sky darkened.

They must speed up, enter the Taihang Xing, and find a village in the Taihang Xing to spend the night.

The sky was not clear, and it was already difficult to go up the mountain. Now it was dark, and you had to be more careful when going down the mountain. At this time, Song Huiyue was supporting King Jin with half of her body, and she had to climb the tree with the other hand, so she couldn't hold Wan Yun anymore. Jun, so Wan Yunjun walked three steps and rolled two steps, rolled halfway, and suddenly said to two green lights in the forest: "This is a wolf."

Song Huiyue's heart skipped a beat, and she quietly protected King Jin: "It's okay, the wolves are full, so they won't move easily, let's go."

Wan Yunjun stumbled and rolled down, one after another, the bags on his head, sitting in the temple enough to pretend to be a Buddha.

The twilight in the sky gradually faded, and the night came up. The three of them finally reached the bottom of the mountain, and saw the narrow path covered with gravel.

It is dark when the sky says it is dark, people's faces and expressions are all blurred in the night, and no matter how infatuated and lingering their eyes are, they cannot pass through the night.

King Jin settled down and let go of Song Huiyue.

He wants to let her go, but he can't let her go. She is now an eagle in Dingzhou, not a house sparrow in Tanzhou.

He tried his best to calm down and straightened Song Huiyue's skirt.

Song Huiyue's throat was tight, she lowered her head and took a sip of cold water, the water slipped into her throat from her mouth, and immediately opened a path in her throat as if swallowing a knife.

The words of the two of them are all stored in the shriveled stomach, unable to speak out.

Wan Yunjun touched the bag on his head, but he didn't have the strength to say anything else——Heaven will send a great task to the people, and they must first work their muscles and bones, and work their muscles and bones.

Just as the three of them were silent, a little flame suddenly jumped up from the mountain, and a silent shadow came down from the abandoned village, leading more than twenty people, and stood ten steps away from them.

It's Lao Wei.

Old Wei's usual silence became a rock in the mountains, and behind him stood guards from the Zhang family and two dead soldiers.

His eyes are hard and full of hatred - he hates Song Huiyue, he has long wanted to get rid of this little lady, and today he will finally get his wish.

Just when Lao Wei was about to make a move, King Jin suddenly raised his right hand and stared at Lao Wei: "Don't move."

Then he moved his hand, and suddenly there was a slight sound of the horn bow being drawn from the mountain.

Old Wei's ear strength was astonishing, his eyes flickered immediately after hearing the movement, and he retreated abruptly.

Counted!
However, it was in vain for him to retreat. The archers ambushing in the mountains had already aimed at them. The sound of "咻" kept ringing out, and the arrows shot over densely, turning the old guard into a hedgehog in an instant.

Under the onslaught of Lianzhu arrows, Lao Wei and the troops brought by Lao Wei were completely wiped out, without even having time to say a word.

The guards of the Wan family and King Jin's troops turned this place into a Shura field.

The hot blood melted the white and soft snow, and the surroundings were no longer clean, turning into a purgatory. Wan Yunjun swallowed hard, feeling his soul trembling inside the shell.

It's not that she has never seen a murder, but she has never seen such a killing method, it is simply merciless.

Wan Yunjun's guard ran down from the mountain and followed behind Wan Yunjun, his expression was not much better than Wan Yunjun's.

Kyoto is both a good place and a bad place.

King Jin raised his hand to wipe the blood splashed on his face, and led Song Huiyue forward, the shoes made a clear creaking sound on the ground.

The soles of the shoes left traces on the ground, and soon the traces faded, and were covered with heavy snow, and a shallow layer of snow also fell on the corpse, drowning the killing.

The wind in Taihang Xing was colder than the outside, and the cold wind blew across King Jin's face. He knew that he couldn't continue to send it on—the great cause of Kyoto was waiting for him.

almost.

After this battle, Zhang Xutang's power in the dark has almost wiped out him, and the next thing to do is to get Yinxiao into the capital.

Taihang Xing was decorated with snow, and looking forward, it was a white and flawless world. A group of people walked along the mountain road to the north, and when they got halfway, Song Huiyue stopped and said goodbye to King Jin.

"I'm leaving, take care."

"Take care of yourself."

Song Huiyue strode forward, took a dozen steps, turned her head and glanced at King Jin who was still standing there, she was in a daze, and suddenly remembered the night when King Jin ran wildly with her on his back.

At that time, they were still very young, so small that they were like a flat boat in the vast ocean, and they would capsize in the vast ocean if they were not careful.

She turned her head back, no longer thinking about it, and walked away in one go.

King Jin didn't turn around until he saw Song Huiyue's figure completely disappear.

As soon as he turned around, a neat line of guards and retainers appeared in his sight, all with long knives in their hands, bows and arrows on their backs, standing on the left and right, waiting for him to walk over.

In front of him were corpses and blood. He walked over and merged with the blood—the white clothes on his body were the only barrier to this hell.

(End of this chapter)