Chapter 11 The terminally ill
"Why do you want to do it?" The man dressed in an officer glanced at Su Changan and the others with contempt.
In order not to attract attention, Su Changan has always suppressed his cultivation level to the gathering spirits. The non-commissioned officer's cultivation level is only Fan Chen, so naturally he can't see the depth of Su Changan. He also secretly thought that Su Changan and the other two knew nothing about life and death, and tried to fight with them.
He sneered on his face, and with a command, the soldiers around him moved and surrounded Su Chang'an and Qingluan.
Su Changan frowned even deeper, and the cultivation of these soldiers was naturally not high. If they really fought, they would not need to take action. Qingluan could knock them all down without him.
What he was worried about was that once this really starts and alarms the real masters in the city, it would be no more than a loss.
The only way to do this is to take Qingluan out of the siege and leave Xijiang.
It’s just a pity that after his internal injuries, he may find someone to treat him.
Although it seems that these internal injuries only make him unable to practice, if he continues like this, he may not be able to prevent any future consequences.
But now I don’t care about these things, so I can only escape from here before making plans.
Qingluan also understood what Su Chang'an was thinking. The long sword in his hand sounded clear, and he was about to be unsheathed and drank blood, but he heard a burst of rapid sound of horse hooves.
"Stop!" With a slight surprise, several figures riding tall horses came from the sky.
"Wow!" The figure of the leader pulled the reins and stopped in front of everyone. It was obvious that he had a very high status in these strokes. The soldiers who were still arrogant just now hurriedly dodged away, but there was no slight anger on their faces, but instead looked panic that hit him.
"What's the matter with you here?" asked the man sitting on the horse's back.
The non-commissioned officer who was in trouble for Su Chang'an turned pale, and after a while hesitated, "The little one just wanted to check his origin according to the convention. Who knew that this person was ungrateful and wanted to hurt me, so he called his soldiers to surround him."
The figure on the horse's back raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but instead of looking at the non-commissioned officer, he turned his head and looked up and down. Su Changan also looked up at him at this moment.
The two of them met in the air, but they looked at each other without giving in.
He was wearing a crow-green Shu embroidered brocade dress, with a silver belt with the same green fairy pattern tied around his waist, his long black hair was naturally coiled up by him, and his eyes that looked like a hidden star were deep and slim. He was really graceful but heroic.
"Is that true?" the man asked Su Changan.
"No." Su Changan shook his head. "He called us barbarian spies, and everyone present could testify."
The man narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and glanced at the fearful expressions on the faces of the refugees on Friday and felt a conclusion in his heart.
When he turned his head to look at the frightened officer again, the chill in his eyebrows was enough to make Su Changan, a person who was used to the snow in the north all year round, feel trembling.
The officer's reaction was even more unbearable. He knelt down suddenly without thinking, leaned against the ground, and said almost like a crying voice.
"Watch the adults, villains know their mistakes, villains know their mistakes!"
"Knowing the mistake?" The man, who was called Lord Guan, sank his eyebrows and then he was sent to Xiliang.
The man who was bowing to the head was shocked when he heard this, as if he had been sentenced to death. He began to tremble and kept exclaiming: "Sir, please spare me, please spare me!"
However, it was obvious that this Lord Guan didn't mean to listen to him at all. He just waved his hand, and two figures jumped off the horses behind him, captured him, and walked towards Xijiang City.
The man in blue never looked at the non-commissioned officer again, but turned around and looked at Su Changan. After counting breaths, he calmly said and said extremely seriously: "You are sick."
"Do you have medicine?" Su Changan asked back, his expression also very serious.
"Adjust the pharmacology." The man stroked his beard that did not exist on his chin and said.
"How much do you want?" Qingluan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but ask.
"So you can speak?" The man glanced at Qingluan and said in surprise. But then shook his head again, "I don't want money."
"Then what do you want?" Su Changan asked, his expression becoming alert again, and his body subconsciously protected Qingluan.
The man saw this scene and felt funny in his eyes. He said, "Don't worry, no matter how beautiful your wife is, she can't match the hundreds of beautiful wives in my family. What I want is not wealth or sex, but you!"
"I?" Su Changan was stunned, his expression became more and more serious. He secretly thought that this person had already recognized his identity.
"Don't worry, I don't care who you are, nor do I care about your past. I just hope that you can do something for me after I heal you." The man seemed to see Su Changan's concern and said with a smile.
"What's up?"
"Guard a city." The light in the man's eyes suddenly lit up.
"What city?" Su Changan asked again. But the doubts in his heart became heavier.
"Laiyun!"
Lai Yun and Su Changan recited the name silently in his heart. It seemed to be a city outside the pass. He had vaguely heard someone mention it, so he looked at the man and finally asked the biggest question in his heart.
"Why me?" He was injured and his cultivation was only too high. If the man didn't know him, there was no reason to hand over such a thing to him. Although he was not in military affairs, he also knew that the current situation in Xiliang was in danger of being exhausted. If he just handed over to someone he didn't know, it would be too hasty.
The man saw Su Changan's thoughts at a glance, and knew that he had misunderstood his thoughts.
So he smiled again and said warmly: "I ask you not to be a general, but to be a pawn."
Finally, he thought about it again, his eyes narrowed, and the light inside was terrifying: "Dead!"
Su Changan's body shook and he felt it was ridiculous.
Just as I was about to say something, I heard the man's voice sound again without any haste.
"Have you often woke up from the three hours of the Mao period recently, with chest tightness and panting, and poor spiritual power running?"
"Can you not eat greasy? If you eat too much, you will feel panic?"
Su Changan's words suddenly stopped, and the light flashed in his eyes that looked at the man.
"Have you ever asked a doctor for diagnosis?" The man's squinting eyes made him even more smiling, and the chill in his words became louder with the chilling at the corners of his eyes.
"Have he told you that he is terminally ill and can only be cured by medicine?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Su Changan's face became more and more ugly. He stared at the man tightly, waiting for his next sentence.
"It seems that what I said is correct. If this is the case, I'm afraid you have no choice."
Chapter completed!