When the old man explained this matter, his expression was calm and calm, without any trace of resentment.
But when Xiao Han heard these words, he couldn't help but think: Those who accompanied Chawan Qingshui to the West, and his thousands of subordinates, could this old Bangzi really have no resentment towards him?
He didn't want to add any further complications to the decision-making, so Xiao Han fell silent and stopped talking about being thirsty.
The old man saw this and said nothing.
The two of them sat and knelt, relatively silent, with only the cold north wind blowing tirelessly around them.
"Ding bell clang..."
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, a crisp metallic sound came from the distance, breaking their silence.
I have to say that this strange sound sounded very abrupt, and it was very similar to the sound of swords clashing!
When those archers who were already nervous heard this, they couldn't help but think: Is there another fight there?
What happens when an archer is distracted, especially an archer who has tightened his bowstring?
The answer is simple, that is, he will let go...
"Buzz..."
The sound of a bowstring suddenly sounded from Xiao Han's side! Immediately afterwards, the sharp arrow flew out like lightning, pointing directly at Xiao Han's waist and ribs!
"not good!"
Fortunately, the archer knew how important Xiao Han was to their sect leader! At the moment he let go, the hand holding the bow rose upwards, and the broad arm of the bow almost touched the tail of the arrow, changing its direction.
"Chirp..."
The sharp arrow roared with the wind and arrived in front of Xiao Han in the blink of an eye!
"My life is at an end!"
Xiao Han's eyes widened and he stared at the arrow. He wanted to hide, but found that his body was motionless. In the end, he could only sigh and close his eyes.
"Chila..."
There was a crisp sound, but Xiao Han didn't feel any pain. He carefully opened his eyes and took a look, only to find that the arrow had stuck to his clothes and was inserted into the ground at an angle, leaving only a small half of the arrow body.
The feathers are exposed, towering and trembling.
"Phew, only one inch missing, only one inch missing!"
Looking at the arrow whose tail was still trembling in the air, Xiao Han suddenly felt like he was reborn after a disaster! It was a cold day, and his back was covered in cold sweat. His underwear was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his spine.
It's unspeakably uncomfortable!
"Who shot the arrow!"
This sudden change was so fast that no one could react! It wasn't until the arrow hit the ground that the old man realized that he was breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but stand up and scolded angrily!
Maybe others don't know, but he himself knows it very well!
Xiao Han is now a life-saving card in his hand! Only if he lives well can he have a future!
If he died accidentally, would he still live forever? If he wanted to live today, those people squatting in the valley would not agree!
Soon, the old man saw the subordinate who caused the trouble.
There is nothing you can do, everyone has arrows, but you are the only one holding a bow, standing there stupidly, not looking at you, who is looking at?
The old man glared at his subordinates this time, resisting the urge to cut them into pieces, pointed to the side, and shouted sternly: "Get out!"
"Ah? Good...good!"
The archer's face was already ashen, and he thought he was dead this time! But now he only heard the word "go", and he immediately felt like he had been reborn, and hurriedly stepped aside.
Everything just happened so fast, it wasn't until the archer who caused the trouble hurriedly retreated that Xiao Han regained his composure!
He swallowed hard and looked at the arrow that was almost attached to his thigh...
Xiao Han wanted to jump up and yell! But he accidentally saw that after this change, the archers all aimed their arrows at him and deflected them to the side. His heart suddenly moved, and he sat down again safely.
The old man who was startled into a cold sweat finished scolding his men and looked at Xiao Han worriedly. When he saw that he was still sitting there with no displeased expression on his face, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at what he had just seen.
The culprit behind the sound.
The fat man wearing a helmet was struggling to walk out from the entrance of the valley.
He probably didn't expect that Xiao Han would almost lose his life because of his sudden appearance!
If he knew, he would probably be beaten to death. He would not dare to put on so many layers of armor, so that every step he took would be like banging a gong and striking a cross, making a sound all over his body.
There is no doubt that the sound just now was made by the fat man.
Ever since he listened to Brother Gouzi's arrangement, he has been working hard to equip himself with equipment.
It was comparable to black armor and military steel armor, and the fat man now wore two of them!
Inside the steel armor, there is also a layer of leather armor! Inside the leather armor, there are also the silk arrow-proof shirts of Gouzi, Xiaodong and the others...
Not to mention anything else, this outfit alone weighs sixty or seventy kilograms!
Not to mention that he was holding a dark iron pipe that was as thick as an arm and more than three feet long!
This made every step he took extremely difficult.
"Hey! Who is it?"
A man in black noticed the fat man early and immediately separated from the team, cautiously approaching the fat man with a knife.
The fat man didn't stop and kept walking forward, but as he walked, he gasped and shouted: "I...I am the fat man! I was ordered to bring the map here!"
"map?"
The old man sitting opposite Xiao Han originally just saw the fat man's strange appearance, but now he suddenly heard the word "map" vaguely, and his expression suddenly became tense! He hurriedly shouted to the man in black who was approaching him: "Quickly
Bring me the map!"
When the man in black heard the old man's shout behind him, he frowned, ran a few steps, came to the fat man's side, and reached out to grab the iron pipe in his hand.
Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand and only caught something empty.
It turned out that the fat man had quick eyesight and quick hands. When the man in black reached out, he had already taken the iron pipe back into his arms, grinned at him and said: "This prince asked me to give the thing to him. Before I handed it over to him,
, no one can move!”
"Don't bother, I'll hand it over for you!" The man in black glanced at him, shouted coldly, and reached out to grab it again.
"No no no!"
The fat man's little eyes rolled around a few times, and he used his arm to block his outstretched hand again, and said with a smile: "That can't be done! Only Mr. Marquis and I can open this thing!"
If it had been someone else, it would never have been possible to open it!"
"Huh?" The man in black raised his hand twice but couldn't get anything. He was already a little angry. He was about to open his mouth to curse the fat pig in front of him, but the impatient old man who had been waiting behind him spoke.
"Okay, stop dawdling, let him come over quickly!"
"Here!"
When the man in black heard the words, he had to swallow the words that had reached his throat again. He turned around and cupped his hand towards the old man. Then he turned back, stared at the fat man with unkind eyes and shouted coldly: "Let's go!"
"Okay, okay, let's go!" The fat man didn't care about this man's bad attitude, and even smiled at him honestly, but deep in the smile, there was a murderous intention that was as cold as the bones.
