Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-Six

The wilderness is like snow, the Guanshan is like iron, and the north wind blows the heavy snow like goose feathers, sprinkled in front of everyone's eyebrows and eyes.The eight-year-old child was wearing an iron-gray cloak, with a huge hood covering her clear and clean eyebrows, holding a cold dagger in her small white hands, standing among thousands of troops, with her head held high, without any fear or weakness. That night, God seemed to go crazy, the biggest snowfall in Zhenhuang City in ten years, the howling north wind pulled people's frozen blue skin, but those pairs of eyes couldn't come back normal arc.

Zhuge Yue smiled coldly, turned his head, and said slowly in a low voice: "Are you really going to kill me?" The wind and snow blew between the two of them, and suddenly, Ye Xiao howled ferociously in the sky, as if those souls who had died unjustly were howling unwillingly in the thick and long night.Chu Qiao's eyes suddenly turned cold. The dilapidated firewood house, the child's innocent smiling face, and a piece of fragrant braised pork exploded in her heart like a bomb. She slowly lowered her head , looked into the boy's eyes coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You can give it a try."

"Really?" Zhuge Yue raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a light smile, "Okay." After all, the boy's body suddenly seemed to lose control, he lowered his head suddenly, and stood up to meet the sharp blade like suicide. "Master!" "Master!" "Ah!" All the panicked voices sounded at the same time, as if time was frozen at this second, the huge and noisy sounds gathered in one place, forming a chaotic river, roaring violently.Chu Qiao was taken aback. How could she have imagined that this young man's personality was so decisive and violent. He would rather commit suicide than be threatened by himself. At the same time, the child nimbly drew the knife back, but the sharp blade still drew a long bloodstain on the boy's neck, reaching to the side of the ear.

Just when Chu Qiao retracted the saber, Zhuge Yue's body suddenly looked like a dexterous loach. Taking advantage of the moment when the child was distracted, he stood up, stepped, flew, and drew the saber to close it! All the actions happened in a split second, and before the end of those exclamations dissipated, the young man who was originally held hostage had already escaped. Although the method was such a break, at this moment, he still stood with his head held high. On the opposite side of the child, he drew out the long knife at his waist, pointed at the girl with furrowed eyebrows, and said in a cold voice, "You can't kill me."

Blood snaked down from his neck. Although the incision was not deep, there was a large stream of blood gushing out, spreading down his slightly pale skin, and seeping into the thick long fur.Zhu Cheng immediately ran forward when he saw it, and shouted in horror: "Fourth young master, you are injured, hurry up! Go home, go home!" Zhuge Yue looked at Chu Qiao with cold eyes, as if he didn't hear Zhu Cheng's words, he reached into his arms and took out a pure white brocade handkerchief. The blood from his neck gushed out and dripped on the pure white handkerchief. Bright red, one drop or two, like winter plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow.

"Quick! Medicine, little ancestor, sit down first and let the slaves bandage you up!" The pale young man stood on a vast expanse of snow, with an unpredictable sharp edge slowly gliding between his eyes, he raised his right hand flat, veins appeared on his wrist, and he held it tightly, but after a long time, he suddenly decided to He let go of his hand, and the wrinkled brocade handkerchief fell down with the howling north wind. It turned over two times in the night, and was covered by the flying snow, and disappeared a little bit. Does anyone remember who's tears were wiped away by that pure white veil, and there was someone who wanted to protect the young man's unpredictable heart.However, the strong wind howls, and everything is eventually scattered away. At the end of the play, whoever gets into the play the most will be defeated.

"Take it!" Zhuge Yue turned around indifferently, his voice was cold, without any emotion. The guards of Zhuge's house gathered around and stood in the middle of the crowd, and Chu Qiao drew out a long knife, the blade was shiny, reflecting the child's cold eyes.In it, there is calmness, hatred, prudence in judging the situation, and determination to break the boat, but there is no weakness or regret in the slightest. She always knew how to survive, always knew what kind of blood hatred she had carried, and always knew what kind of kindness she owed.So Zhuge Yue, when you cut off Xiao Jiu's arm, when you killed Lin Xi, we were already destined to become opposing enemies. I can't kill you, I can only be killed by you, nothing else other way.

"Go!" A low voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, none of the servants of Zhuge's family dared to look down on this thin and frail child, and all the agile men rushed forward.The blade slashed down, the cold light flickered, and the sound of crackling was heard all of a sudden. The child was dexterous, like a civet cat, lunged with his left leg, kicked sideways with his right leg, and spun around. Live in the throat of a big man.Using strength in his fingers, he divided his muscles and bones, and with a crisp click, the man's eyeballs immediately protruded, and he fell down softly.

Everyone was terrified, but none of them retreated, a thick-backed sword slashed down, Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows, and raised her arms to resist, but she was small and weak, even though the angle was tricky, she was still thrown back twice Stepping forward, blood seeped into the shirt on his shoulders, obviously he was injured in the first confrontation. The guards of Zhuge's family were overjoyed when they saw this. Although this child is resourceful, quick-witted, and ruthless, he is still a child less than eight years old. Realizing this, everyone rushed forward, Zhuge Yue stood outside the battle, his eyes were cold, his lips were blue and white, Zhu Cheng worriedly covered his wound with gauze, the sky was full of snow, and it was desolate.

"drive!" At this moment, a clear and handsome shout suddenly sounded, and the chaotic sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the north. Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see hundreds of sturdy horses approaching in an instant in the far north. The horses rode on the white snow as fast as shooting stars. He shot down the guards of Zhuge's family. "Little girl!" The war horse kicked and galloped, and rushed into the crowd in an instant. The young man on the horse picked up Chu Qiao by the waist and put him on the horse's back. With bright eyes, he laughed and said, "I saved you again, you should How to repay me?"

With a sound of "shua", Chu Qiao slashed a long spear with a knife, turned her head and glared at Yan Xun: "Are you crazy? Come back at this time, don't you want to live?" "What will you do if I don't come back?" Yan Xun curled his lips as if he was a donkey, "Hold tight!" After saying that, he whipped fiercely on the horse's buttocks, and the horse neighed for a long time, and suddenly he flew into the clouds and rode the fog leaped over the heads of everyone! "Yan Xun!" Zhuge Yue was furious, he lifted his robe and shouted sharply, "How dare you meddle in my affairs!" The Yanbei Warhorse is the best in the world, who can stop it on the plain, Yan Xun hugged Chu Qiao, turned his head from a distance, laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Young Master Zhuge is polite, Yan Xun is returning north today, there is no need Send it off again, the green mountains will not change and the green waters will flow forever, we will see you someday!" After finishing speaking, he roared away with a gust of wind-like Yanbei soldiers. "Ah! Young Master!" Zhu Cheng exclaimed, only to see the seriously injured Zhuge Yue snort angrily, throw off the gauze around his neck, climb up on the horse with his brows furrowed, whip his whip angrily, and followed closely behind chased after him. "Quick! Quick, follow the young master!" The night wind was like iron, and large flakes of snow rolled up on the flat ground.