Way of Choices

Because there was too much blood loss, the seven rooms were a little confused. After hearing the sleeves, they reacted after a while, and they became awake a lot, and their faces became paler. They turned around and looked hard at the side of the sleeves. On the expression's face, those obviously lost eyes, and his body suddenly became very stiff.

"You... can't see?" Seven rooms said with a trembling voice, and they had to get off him.

Folding the sleeves didn't mean to let him down. Both hands held his legs like iron bars, preventing him from leaving.

Feeling the temperature and power from his legs, the seven rooms were shy and anxious, trying their best to leave. Regardless of how he struggled, the folded sleeves were unresponsive and stood like this, like a statue. Qijian's strength was getting smaller and smaller, and the struggle was getting smaller and smaller, and finally gave up and fell back to his shoulders weakly.

At this time, looking at the folded sleeves again, the dead face on the normal day that made him extremely disgusted, just wanting to stay away, suddenly had a little more unclear taste.

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

Unconsciously, Qijian's heart became a lot softer, and his eyes became softer. He looked at the folded-sleeved face and the pale face with admiration, but somehow he felt particularly sad, especially Looking at the folded sleeves' eyes, he cried and was very sad.

The folded sleeve looks still indifferent, and it seems that it is not affected by the invisible, saying: "If crying can solve the problem, I am definitely the best person in the world to cry."

In the snowfield, in the battle with the Devil, there are countless problems related to life and death that need to be solved.

Qijian felt embarrassed, raised his arms and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves, but he could not wipe them clean, because the tears kept flowing.

The folded sleeve's voice became hesitant: "Or...you..."

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

Obviously, he is not good at comforting people, and he is not good at coaxing people, so the tone seems a bit blunt, but therefore more sincere.

Seven rooms sniffed their noses, some grievances murmured, and did not know who the grievances were for, and then whispered: "Then... let's go."

Looking at the darkness in front of him, he folded his sleeves and said, "It's still in the direction of Panshanlin."

Qijian supported his shoulders, raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the straight mountain road in front of the two, and said, "Go straight ahead, turn right after four hundred feet, I will say."

Folding his sleeves without hesitation, he clasped his legs and walked forward without any doubts about his words.

This moved the seven rooms a little, but also a little puzzled.

The mountain breeze touched the folded face, and he had closed his eyes.

Then, the mountain breeze fell on Qijian's small face.

The wind seemed to carry a certain temperature.

Seven rooms felt a little warm and a little relieved.

Footsteps and seven naive and weak directions sounded constantly in the mountains of Zhouyuan, as well as the calm and indifferent response of folding sleeves.

"Slow down, there is a bump in front."

"A small stream, two feet long, opposite the sand."

"Are you all right?"

"Hurry up."

"but……"

"Nothing."

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

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According to the idea of ​​folding sleeves, they must find those human practitioners in Zhou Yuan as soon as possible, but they ran for dozens of miles, but no one encountered them. The vast majority of human practitioners had concentrated on those gardens last night according to the arrangement of Chen Changsheng or the girl in white.

Now think about it, this should also be the thing that the legendary military division of the Mozu has long been considered.

Zhou Yuan is isolated from the outside world, and human practitioners will inevitably infight in order to compete for things such as magical instruments or inheritance. Even if someone succeeds in preventing the chaos, the human practitioners who enter the park will definitely be concentrated in several areas, and like the folded sleeves and the disciples of the Mountain Sword Sect, these targets that the devil will kill are more likely to kill themselves. thing.

Folded sleeves and Qijian stopped at a certain mountain cliff, and there are dozens of miles away from the mountain forest language where the nearest human practitioners gather.

On the hillside behind them, two very long figures that were reflected by the setting sun could already be seen.

The magician couple had already chased them up, still carrying the burden and carrying the big iron pot. It seemed like a moving house, but in fact it was a bit terrifyingly fast.

Seven of them painfully coughed twice, and their small faces became paler, reporting: "Southwest, Guizhen Star Position, about... six miles, no, five miles."

For them, the shadow of the couple of magicians on the distant hillside, like the shadow of death, must find a way to get rid of it.

"They stopped." Seven rooms were surprised.

Folded sleeves said: "They are watching where we are going."

Although he can't see anything at the moment, he walked many times with Chen Changsheng in the mountains outside Zhou Garden two days ago, keeping in mind the geographical environment. If they still follow the original plan to meet the human practitioners in Panshanlin, the couple will only need to plug in the diagonal and pass through a mountain forest to stop them.

Folding his sleeves for a moment, calculating the distance and position relationship between the two sides, knowing that there is no way to rush to Panshanlin.

He vaguely remembered who seemed to have heard on the lakeside that the Demon Race could grasp their position at any time.

Even if the other party cannot control his position, it seems that the couple is indeed a demon, and it is clearly the two people who hunted the two people, actually used the art of war and formation-the hunt and escape have continued for a long time. At the moment, they couldn't get closer to Panshanlin, but they were forced to go farther and farther.

Folded sleeves carrying seven rooms, feeling the last afterglow falling on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned to look southwest.

He couldn't see, but he wanted to see the demon who wanted to kill himself.

The hillside in the distance was shrouded in sunset glow and was burning.

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

Looking away from each other.

"I'm going to run."

Suddenly said the folded sleeve, calm and firm.

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

Qi Jian was surprised, grabbing the hand on his shoulder, and tightened it subconsciously.

Folded sleeves said: "You can report their position at any time and at the same time show me the way. Now... you first tell me how steep the cliff is in front of you."

Qijian's voice was very weak, and it was even more trembling at this time, because of nervousness, and after a while, he said, "It's about four-thirds...Can you really do it?"

"It must fall frequently, just get up and run."

Folded sleeves were silent for a while, and said, "It will hurt so much, don't cry."

Seven rooms murmured softly.

Folded sleeves were silent for a while, and said: "Hold tight."

Qi Jian murmured again, and then his hands clasped his neck tightly, his head against his shoulder.

After all preparations were made, the folded sleeve took a deep breath, and the real element in his body violently ran up, suppressing the peacock toxins that were trying to disperse from the bottom of his eyes to more places, and then squatted down.

Following his movements, his knees were bent bizarrely in a way beyond human imagination.

The front end of the boot on his foot cracked open, and the sharp claw edge protruded from the dark wolf hair, pierced into the hard cliff stone, and made a grunting sound.

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

His pupils became blood red because of demonization, and mixed with the green toxins deep in his pupils, it became a very strange color.

It looks like a newly formed lemon fruit, sour so powerful that it can stimulate countless spirits.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Seven rooms didn't answer, his arms were tighter and his arms tighter.

Folding the sleeves seems to be a little unexpected. After a moment of silence, the corners of the lips slightly raised, and it should be a smile.

If Chen Changsheng sees this scene, he will be very surprised, because he can't remember that he once saw the folding sleeve and smiled.

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

Folded sleeves no longer say anything, clenched the legs of the seven rooms, and rushed down the steep rock wall under the cliff.

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Sand and stone splashed all over, debris flying around.

Folded sleeves sprinted back and forth between the mountains and the wild. Every time his foot fell, he would penetrate deeply into the hard cliff, and the effect of grasping the ground was excellent.

The toxin of the peacock hurts his eyes, but does not affect his other abilities.

After the demonization, the wolf family teenager has nearly perfect balance ability and speed, the use of power in running, and the instinctive adaptation to the environment, so powerful that it is unimaginable.

In just a moment, he was carrying seven rooms and rushed to the bottom of the cliff.

The couple of magicians on the hillside a few miles away obviously did not expect that they would choose this method. This direction broke through and stopped after a while before they started chasing again.

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

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"Nanye, the star position, four miles."

Seven rooms withdrew their eyes and said as clearly as possible in a weak voice: "Three hundred, two hundred, two hundred, one hundred seventeen, stone steps, oblique corners, ready to... jump!"

Folded sleeves are like a real young male wolf. He rushed back and forth between the mountains and turned into a gray shadow. He jumped more than ten feet forward and jumped directly above the stone steps.

Seven rooms felt the tremors coming from below, pain in their lower abdomen, but they could not bear any sound. They said weakly: "Go straight for four hundred feet, enter the forest?"

Folding the sleeves at this time all the mind is used to run, no answer, just nodded.

Qijian rested his head on his shoulder again, feeling the vibrations that kept coming, looking at the wood that was getting closer, his hands were tighter, and his mood was more tense.

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Can't see the road, carrying a seriously injured person, but still running at the fastest speed.

And in the mountains.

This is crazy.

Folded sleeves are doing such crazy things.

Madness must pay a price.

Even if he had been demonized, the seven rooms used all their efforts to calculate and kept pointing the way at him, and it was still inevitable that they fell, and they fell heavily.

But as he said on the cliff, every time he fell, he would climb again without stopping, and then continue to run.

Because only such a crazy crazy life can survive.

In the first few falls, the seven always closed his eyes subconsciously, but then he no longer closed his eyes, because every time he fell, the folded sleeve always adjusted with a strong physical coordination ability before landing. Posture, to ensure that he is the one who bears the most impact, as much as possible to prevent him from any harm.

It doesn't matter whether the place where they fell was mud or sand, soft streams, or hard or even sharp cliffs.

Qijian no longer closed his eyes, not because of the protection of the folded sleeves so that he was no longer afraid, but he wanted to see the front road as clearly as possible, hoping that he would fall a few times less.

The folded sleeve was already covered with wounds, and blood was flowing continuously.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head, remained silent, and continued running.

Seven rooms hugged him tightly, and his eyes were already red.

She wants to cry.

But he said don't cry.

She is obedient.

So she does not cry.

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Go all the way to escape.

Looking at Muyu, he couldn't get close, and could only move forward in parallel.

In the end, there is no way to go.

Folded sleeves came to the periphery of the grassland with seven backs, and finally stopped running.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming also stopped the pursuit.

The couple of magicians looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance, and the figure of the boy before the half of the sun, a look of admiration appeared in their eyes.

Folded sleeves lowered his head and gasped continuously.

Sweat and blood flowed all over his face, making those dark hairs tangled together, making them look particularly chaotic.

Seven of them leaned on his shoulders, with those very hard and thorny hairs, obviously they should be uncomfortable, but she felt very soft.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically, "I didn't show the way."

Folded sleeves said without expression: "I didn't run fast enough."

The sunset in the distance is still hanging in the sky, I don't know why it was not completely engulfed by the horizon.

The vast expanse of grassland, under the sunset glowed with golden light, like a square of the Kingdom of God.

This is the most central, mysterious, and most dangerous place in Zhou Garden-the legendary sunless grassland.

For hundreds of years, many practitioners have tried to enter this grassland, but the people who entered have never returned alive, leaving only some rumors.

It is strange to say, if no one can really leave this prairie alive, how did these rumors stay?

"Next, where are we going?" Qi Jian asked softly.

Walking forward is this grassland, which is death.

Turning around is fighting and dying.

As Tang Sanliu and Chen Changsheng said at the Qingteng Banquet, the seven are very weak children.

But after all, he is a disciple of Lishan Jianzong, and he is a disciple of the gate of Lishan. He wears the magic sword of Lishan around his waist.

In his opinion, if you want to die, then of course you have to turn around and do the final battle.

Folded sleeves did not turn around, did not ask his opinion, carrying him, and walked into the grassland about one person tall.

"No one can come out of this grassland alive." Qijian said nervously.

"I am not a person, I am a wolf."

Folded sleeves said: "The grassland is my home, I don't believe there is any grassland can trap me."

Qijian didn't say much, holding him, leaning his head on his shoulder a little comfortably.

The same grasses are everywhere in the grassland, and he no longer needs to show his way.

Well, just go, as far as you can, and as long as you want.

Even if it's a dead end, someone has to accompany it, and you have to go to the end to take a look.

Weeds, wiping their clothes, made a rustling sound.

The sun in the distance still did not set.

Just as stubborn as they are.

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(The middle sentences are really not allowed to write him, so she will write another chapter today, maybe later, I have been waiting to write this chapter... very happy to write it.)

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