Faced with the sudden scene, Mr. Wan Du and I were indeed stunned.

We really didn't expect that there were people hidden deep in the mountain ravine, nor did we expect that Lang Jianke was here. The dozens of people led by Lang Jianke were obviously elites from the White Tiger Sect, all of whom were aggressive and majestic. Not to mention that I was injured, even at the peak, Mr. Wan Du and I were not opponents of each other.

We did not communicate at all, so we made a tacit decision at the same time, and turned our heads to pierce the dense forest together. We both ran like lightning and walked like wind, but the shouts of killing behind us were always following us like shadows, and there was even a tendency to get closer and closer. As the young master Wandu ran, he asked me: "Wang Wei, can you do it?"

I endured the pain on my body and gritted my teeth and said, "Stop talking nonsense, run away!"

But I knew I couldn't last long. I was made of flesh, not iron. The pain tortured me, destroyed me, and swallowed up the little energy left by me. My state was sluggish at a speed visible to the naked eye, and my legs seemed to be filled with lead. Gradually, it slowed down.

The Lang Jianke and others behind him stayed for most of the night and finally waited for us. They would definitely not miss this opportunity easily, so they became more and more fierce. Seeing this, Mr. Wan Du moved closer to me and prepared to carry me on his back, but I rejected his kindness and said, "It's okay, I can hold on for a while!"

I knew in my heart that if Young Master Wan Du carried me, we would both fall into this place. I would have caused him enough trouble and could not implicate him anymore. So I said again: "Du Cheng, let's go separately, and one can run away!"

But, Young Master Wan Du saw my intention and immediately said, "No, let's run together, we'll die together!"

He said, approaching me and not letting me walk alone. At the same time, his lips slightly opened, as if he was chanting some spell. Countless poisonous insects crawled down from him, and along the grass behind him, stones attacked the wave swordsmen and the others.

Another scream sounded, and several people were hit, but some people successfully avoided the poisonous insects and continued to chase us. At this time, my strength was exhausted again, my breathing became heavier and heavier, beads of sweat as big as beans dripped from my forehead, and my legs could not move.

Seeing this, Young Master Wan Du came over to carry me again. But I pushed him suddenly and said, "Don't worry about me, you go quickly!"

He also said: "If you escape, help me go to the provincial capital to find the little hell. Let's say Ye Ming's demon-slaying conference will be held in the Ministry of War in three days!"

After saying this, I suddenly turned around, held the charlatan in my hand tightly, and prepared to welcome the aggressive crowd behind me and buy some time for the escape of the Wandu Young Master.

But, Mr. Wan Du also stopped, reached out and pulled my arm, cursing: "Damn it, what the hell is the little king of hell? I don't know him, so I want to say you'll go!"

Mr. Wandu still wanted to pull me away, but I had no strength anymore and pushed him and said, "Go away quickly, go away quickly..."

After such delays, Lang Jianke and others were closer to us. Although they could only vaguely see a few figures of them because the woods were too lush, they could only distinguish them from the sounds. They knew that they were only ten meters away from us.

With me as a burden, we must not be able to fight each other. Mr. Wan Du looked around anxiously. Mr. Wan Du previously claimed that he grew up in the deep mountains and forests, and indeed had a set of skills to survive in the wild. He soon found a rock covered with grass, and pulled me to the back of the rock.

But I knew this was just a temporary measure. It would be strange if I could escape the other party's search. At that time, I would still not be able to avoid a fierce battle. But since I was hiding behind the rocks, I had to come and feel at ease, hold my breath for the time being, and listen carefully to the external movements.

Because the forests were dense and gloomy, the wave swordsmen and others chased us mainly by relying on sounds. After the sound disappeared, they stopped unexpectedly and looked around strangely.

"It's weird, why is there suddenly no sound? Where did you run?"

"No, this can be lost? What a great opportunity to make meritorious contributions!"

"It can't be that it's flying with wings, right?" someone said, and looked up at the sky.

Faced with the discussion of everyone, Lang Jianke said immediately: "I won't go far, the sound suddenly disappeared, I must have been hiding nearby, so everyone will look around here!"

Lang Jianke is now the acting marshal of the White Tiger Sect, and his words are of course very effective. Twenty or thirty people quickly scattered and searched in different directions, not letting go of grass or trees, and stabbing them with a knife in the slightly denser areas.

Seeing that the place where we were hiding was about to be found, the nerves of Mr. Wan Du and I tense up, staring straight at the two men walking towards us. I held the charlatan tightly, and Mr. Wan Du’s mouth lightly opened again. Countless poisonous insects crawled out of him without knowing it, preparing to start the last battle of life and death with the other party.

However, at this moment, a slight abnormal movement suddenly came from the other direction of the jungle. After hearing this abnormal movement, everyone, including the Lang Swordsman, immediately rushed towards the sound, and the murderous aura quickly spread across the jungle, which made me and Mr. Wan Du not exposed for the time being.

We were also surprised at what happened to the abnormal movement, so we looked over. The branches and leaves were swaying, and a woman with a belly erect and a black shirt walked out of the jungle. It turned out to be Marshal Qinglong.

The people from the White Tiger Sect thought it was me and Mr. Wan Du, so they raised their weapons and attacked them one after another. Fortunately, the Lang Swordsman stopped them in time.

"stop!"

Those people also saw Marshal Qinglong clearly. They stopped the movements in their hands. The Lang Jianke said strangely: "Marantor Qinglong, why is it you?"

Marshal Qinglong asked back: "You are not guarding the mountain stream, why are you here?"

Lang Jianke repeated the previous situation and said that he was chasing me and Mr. Wan Du all the way, but he disappeared. Marshal Qinglong said in surprise: "The two of them were Wang Wei and Mr. Wan Du? I thought they were our people!"

Then, Marshal Qinglong pointed another direction: "They are heading over there, chase them!"

The people from the White Tiger Sect didn't know that they were cheating, and immediately ran out in the direction of Marshal Qinglong, and soon there was no trace.

Marshal Qinglong was still standing there. He didn't say a word or a sound, looking at the place where Mr. Wan Du and I were hiding.

Mr. Wan Du and I looked at each other, knowing in my heart that this was definitely not an accident. Marshal Qinglong obviously intended to help us. But why did she appear so promptly? He has always been following us? No matter what, Marshal Qinglong helped us, and from her eyes, it is obvious that Mr. Wan Du and I were hiding here.

Mr. Wan Du and I looked at each other, then stood up at the same time and looked at Marshal Qinglong opposite us. Seeing us appear, Marshal Qinglong also came over. Her belly was already quite large and she needed to support her waist when walking. I felt guilty when I thought about the fact that I had fought with her before.

Soon, Marshal Qinglong came to us and stared at us, but there was no warmth in her eyes, only indifference.

"You can't run out." Marshal Qinglong said in a deep voice: "All intersections that come out of the mountain have been blocked. If you go further, there is only a dead end."

"What should I do?" I believe that Marshal Qinglong was not here to inform us of the news of his death.

"Go back with me." Marshal Qinglong continued: "The most dangerous place is the safest place. No one will be as good as you will return to the Ministry of War. After the gust of wind passes, I will send you two out, of course..."

Speaking of this, Marshal Qinglong paused for a moment before continuing: "Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't want you to inform the little king of hell about the Demon Slaying Conference... This is also what that person means."

My heart suddenly became shaking.

I tried every means to escape, just to pass the news to my uncle as soon as possible. Now Marshal Qinglong wants to take me back and say that he will send me out of the mountain after the storm. It is obvious that he will let me go after the Demon Slaying Conference. How can I be willing to do this?

But the word "No" can't be said, because I know that Marshal Qinglong is right, and I can't get out no matter how much. I have only two choices, one is to die in this mountain, and the other is to follow Marshal Qinglong back obediently and save my life.

It seems that there is no need to say much about which choice to make.

"Let's go."

Seeing my silence, Marshal Qinglong understood what I meant. After saying these two words, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the dense forest. Mr. Wan Du and I didn't say nonsense, followed her ass obediently, as if two children who had done something wrong followed their mother home.

Although I have fought and made trouble with Marshal Qinglong, I still feel extremely at ease following her now.

However, before we took two steps, a strange movement came again. The three of us looked at each other in surprise, and saw the branches and leaves swaying. A man holding a long sword walked out. It turned out that the swordsman of the waves went back.

Marshal Qinglong's brows frowned. It must be a very confidential matter for her to take me and Mr. Wan Du back. Especially in such a situation, Marshal Qinglong was even mixed up with us, revealing that it would be extremely unfavorable to her.

The scene suddenly became tense, and no one spoke for a while.

It was unknown how long it took for Lang Jianke to speak slowly: "I just said that if Wang Wei and Mr. Wan Du really ran away, I wouldn't be able to notice any signs. Marshal Qinglong, I really don't understand why you did this. Could it be that you were also bribed by the little king of hell?"

Lang Jianke's tone was full of helplessness and sadness. Because Marshal White Tiger died at the hands of the little Hell, he was as deep as the sea of ​​hatred for the little Hell, and he was determined to seek revenge on the little Hell. Of course, he could not accept this scene.

Marshal Qinglong opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word. She knew that no matter what she said, it was useless. The only thing she could do was not let Lang Jianke tell this.

Only dead people can shut up.

With a "swish", Marshal Qinglong showed off his dragon hunting sword, and a cold light flashed through the blade in the dark, making the atmosphere at the scene even more solemn.

Seeing this, Lang Jianke's face suddenly stern: "What, do you still want to silence me?"

The swordsman quickly took out something like a detonator from his arms. It was a signal flare. As long as the signal flare exploded in the air, reinforcements would arrive quickly, and all of us would be exposed!

Seeing that the Lang Swordsman was about to send out a signal flare, Marshal Qinglong also looked shaking and quickly rushed towards the Lang Swordsman with a knife. The Lang Swordsman was more than ten meters away from us. In the darkness, Marshal Qinglong in a black shirt seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the Lang Swordsman at an extremely fast speed.

But, not to mention that she is five months pregnant now, even if her strength is still at its peak, it is impossible for her to rush to Lang Jianke in an instant. No matter how fast she is, she is not as fast as Lang Jianke's hand that pulls the signal flare!

Of course, Lang Jianke also understands this very well.

Seeing Marshal Qinglong running towards him, Lang Jianke snorted coldly and reached out to pull the line on the signal flare. At this critical moment, my heart almost reached the edge of my throat. I really wanted to help Marshal Qinglong, but because of my own ability, it was completely useless!

Seeing that the signal flare was about to be pulled, and Marshal Qinglong was only halfway through, my mind suddenly became dizzy, and I thought to myself that it was over, it was over, this time, not only will it implicate Mr. Wan Du, but also implicate Marshal Qinglong!

However, at this moment, the swordsman suddenly burst out with a shocking scream, and the signal flare in his hand also fell into the grass with a "thump". Then he fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, screaming one after another, making people creepy.

I had no idea what happened at all. I watched the pain of the Lang Swordsman in a daze; Marshal Qinglong, who was running halfway through, was also startled and looked at the Lang Swordsman in surprise. I wonder what was going on with him. Could it be that he suddenly became epilepsy?

As the screams of the Lang Swordsman became more and more intense, Young Master Wan Du, who was standing beside me, walked over lightly. Halfway through, Young Master Wan Du suddenly bent down and stretched his hand into the grass below his feet. A blue centipede as big as a palm crawled onto his hand, and then climbed along his arms to his shoulders. His head was raised high, and his mouth was so wide that it was like a general who had just won a battle.

It turned out to be the seven-tailed centipede!

The moment Lang Swordsman appeared, the seven-tailed centipede crawled over. While Lang Swordsman was still questioning the Green Dragon Marshal, the seven-tailed centipede had already climbed to the foot of Lang Swordsman. Fortunately, there were weeds everywhere on the scene, Lang Swordsman really didn't notice it at all. The number one master of the White Tiger Sect was inexplicably hit, and the signal flare in his hand could not be released.

The Wandu Young Master successfully attacked, and he felt proud on his face. He hummed a little song and walked to Lang Jianke. Looking at Lang Jianke's painful appearance as Lang Jianke rolled back and forth, he bent down and said mercifully: "Oh, you said you have already had it once, why didn't you learn a lesson?"

Before, in the arena of the Ministry of War Competition, Lang Swordsman was indeed bitten by the seven-tailed centipede. Logically speaking, he should have been strictly guarded against the Wandu Young Master, but he was still obsessed with the Wandu Young Master. Of course, Lang Swordsman has done a good job and has not been able to do anything to him after several attacks. He was just anxious to release the signal flare, but was attracted by the Qinglong Marshal in front of him, so he ignored the seven-tailed centipede on the ground.

If I were a Lang Jianke, I might not be able to do better than him.

This is too unpredictable!

Speaking of assassination, no one is stronger than the Wandu Young Master.

The seven-tailed centipede bit Lang Jianke's hand - the one that was about to pull the signal flare. In just a moment, Lang Jianke's whole hand became black and purple, and spread to his arms, and his neck became thick and big, making him almost breathless.

While breathing hard, Lang Jianke let out a painful howl, and tried hard to grab the ankle of Mr. Wan Du, and begged in a low voice: "Please, please... give me the antidote... I promise not to tell your secret..."

The Lang Swordsman is so pitiful now. He crawled all over his face with tears and snot, reminding me of when he was at the foot of the provincial capital Gushan Mountain, he once knelt on the ground and cried and howled to see Marshal Baihu off. People like the Lang Swordsman may not be afraid of death. But if they can live without death, who would be willing to let go of the opportunity to live?

Lang Jianke lay on the ground begging, his face covered in tears and his voice became weaker and weaker. The number one master of the White Tiger Sect actually fell into such an unbearable situation, which made people sigh, and naturally felt pity for him.

But unfortunately, how could a person like Mr. Wan Du have compassion? He slaughtered the entire village without blinking half of his eyes.

Mr. Wan Du squatted on the ground, looking at the Lang Swordsman whose face was getting more and more painful and his breath became weaker, he was overjoyed. He laughed and the Surf Swordsman waved his hand: "Goodbye, my friend, I will definitely burn more paper for you next year today."

Seeing that the begging Mr. Wan Du, Lang Jianke turned his head again, looked at the Qinglong Marshal behind Mr. Wan Du, and begged: "Marrior Qinglong. Save me, save me..."

Marshal Qinglong didn't say a word, his eyes were extremely cold.

Marshal Qinglong knew very well that Lang Jianke must die, otherwise she would not be able to stay in Ye Ming.

Lang Jianke did not beg me again because he knew it was useless to beg me. In just a few minutes, Lang Jianke completely cut off his breath and lay motionless on the ground. His only eyes widened, obviously dying with his eyes open.

It was not until then that Mr. Wan Du stood up straight and turned to Marshal Qinglong and said, "Sister Qinglong. Are you okay?"

Marshal Qinglong frowned: "Why are you catching up with relatives? Who is your sister?"

Mr. Wan Du smiled and said, "I'm not Ye Ming's person. It's not appropriate to call you Marshal Qinglong. Don't you call me sister? You can't call me aunt!"

Marshal Qinglong fell silent and obviously recognized the title of Mr. Wan Du. Mr. Wan Du was arrogant and rushed to Marshal Qinglong with a quick look, smiling all over his face, and reached out to Marshal Qinglong's belly: "Sister Qinglong, you are pregnant, you can't be called again and again. Be careful of being moved by the fetal aura!"
To be continued...