Duan Zhanlu was not very relieved and quickly caught up and asked: "Brother, where are you going?"
"Xiao Lu, I'm afraid I can't go to Jinling with you."
Su Ming stopped and stood in the snow, looking at the snowflakes in the sky, feeling very melancholy.
"Brother, you want to..."
Duan Zhanlu had a guess in his mind and did not continue to ask.
"Today, you and I are saying goodbye here. I hope we can meet again someday and we will still be brothers. See you again."
After Su Ming finished speaking, he carried Awan's body and walked north, leaving Duan Zhanlu alone.
Duan Zhanlu looked at the retreating figure and said to himself, "Brother, I will help you with your matter."
After walking for a long time, it was still by the creek where the two met. Looking at the stone platform by the creek, it seemed as if Awan was still there, and scenes from the past emerged, but God was not kind and separated the two of them.
"Can Awan's body be stored in the warehouse?"
Xiaoyou's voice rang in his ears: "In the system warehouse, time stands still, the host does not need to worry."
As Awan's body was placed in the warehouse, Su Ming's eyes gradually dimmed, and his bloodshot eyeballs made his eyes blood red, like a beast that had just come down the mountain.
"Xiaoyu, if you kill something other than a monster, can you still gain experience?"
Su Ming's voice was very soft, it was because he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.
"According to the different levels of the enemies, the experience gained is also different, the corresponding difficulty, and the corresponding benefits. The host can just go ahead and do it."
Hearing Xiaoyou's voice, Su Ming nodded secretly and turned to look at the place where the two armies were fighting.
On the battlefield, the two armies were locked in a stalemate, and the reverberation of the clashing swords seemed to be composing the war again. The wolf smoke in the distance covered the last blue of the sky, and the blood on the ground dyed the earth red.
Su Ming kicked the corpses at his feet. Along the way, corpses were already piled up on the hill.
Looking to both sides, a soldier not far away was being besieged by several people. His left arm should have just been pierced by arrow feathers, and blood was seeping out drop by drop. Despite this, he still held his right hand tightly.
He was slashing randomly with a long knife, and his expression was very ferocious.
The brother on his left was already red-eyed, slashing with two swords, and roaring loudly. Regardless of the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he wanted to clear a path of blood for the brother behind him.
It's a pity that swords have no eyes. When the red-eyed brother saw that someone was about to attack the soldier with an arrow in his right arm, he just used his already weak body to take several knives. One knife penetrated the left abdomen, and the other slanted the chest.
Blood poured out of his mouth uncontrollably.
He firmly grasped the long knife that penetrated the left side of his abdomen. Even though the blade was embedded in the bones of his hand, he still had to use all his strength to swing the knife.
The enemy was in pain and covered his neck with blood gushing out. His eyes were full of fear, and he kicked the man in the chest fiercely. He pulled out the long knife and cut off several fingers.
The man stood with his long knife supported on the ground and covered his abdomen with his hands. However, his organs were not blocked by flesh and blood and flowed out instantly.
"Hahaha, even if I die, I have to support a few people..."
The voice was bold, but it stopped suddenly, and he fell backwards. The man with the arrow in his left arm saw it and wanted to go to help.
But the enemy did not give him this opportunity.
"Xiaowu, wait a minute, big brother."
"Kill!!!"
The death of the man caused his spiritual power to surge instantly. The right hand holding the knife squeaked tightly, and his eyes were blood red, like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell.
Slashing, collision, and the fire of weapons, war is so cruel.
Every time the man slashed, his spiritual power would disappear one after another, but it would also take away one person's life. Looking at the dark army not far away, attacking towards him, he felt very desperate in his heart, but he was already standing there,
Close your eyes and wait for the final judgment.
He waited for a long time, and the initial shout of charge turned into a cry of despair at some point.
"Hurry, run quickly, it's too scary. This is not the power that people should have."
"Help, help me, I don't want to die."
"Don't be afraid, everyone, come together and kill him!"
A different voice sounded, and the man slowly opened his eyes and looked forward. He saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
That was a man in a black robe, with these two long daggers in his hands. He shuttled between the enemy's troops. Every time he flashed, he would take away several lives. He didn't know if it was an illusion caused by excessive blood loss.
, he saw the man's eyes flashing red, and the corners of his mouth raised as if he were smiling.
He was like a ghost, harvesting the lives of his enemies. After an unknown amount of time, an army of dozens of people was disintegrated by him and came towards him.
He only felt that it was getting dark gradually, and his body seemed to be out of control, falling backwards.
The warmth from the fire, along with the smell of barbecue, gradually woke up the comatose man.
The man looked at the bandaged left arm, then looked at the man sitting opposite him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
"Is there any wine?"
The man took out the wine gourd and handed it out.
The man took the flask and drank a few sips. The sound of swallowing and the soft sound of the bonfire burning made the wilderness feel more desolate and tragic.
"Huh, homeless people, just don't mention their names."
The person who spoke was none other than Su Ming. Su Ming was far away, watching the two of them fighting. He couldn't bear it, so he had to step forward to help. However, before he could reach one of them, one of them fell from the hatred. Later, he saw the man turn the situation around.
Kill the remaining few people in a row and prepare to leave.
When he saw the flag not far away, his heart felt like a knife, and his anger reached the extreme. The force of his legs caused the snow on the ground to fly up, turning into a black shadow and moving towards the army of dozens of people.
After he was dealt with, when he looked towards the man, he had fallen to the ground and was unconscious, so he had to carry him away from the battlefield.
"It seems that brother is also a sad person. I don't know how to call him in Xia Liangqiu."
When the man saw Su Ming frowning, he already had the answer in his mind. Who didn't have a bad past?
"Su Ming."
Su Ming thought for a long time and finally made a decision.
"Thank you, Brother Su, for rescuing Zhien. I, Liang, can't repay you." Liang Qiu sat up with difficulty and said to Su Ming, cupping his fists.
"There is no need for this, saving you is just a matter of convenience." Su Ming helped Liang Qiu lie down and said modestly.
The two chatted for a long time. Liang Qiu thought for a moment, and finally said to Su Ming: "Brothers are so powerful, why are they so weak? It's really a talentless thing. I, Liang, have the courage to plead with Brother Su, you and I.
, to create a great cause together.”
Liang Qiu's sudden plea left Su Ming unsure of what to do.
"Let me think about it," Su Ming frowned and said softly.
Liang Qiu felt that what he just said was a bit abrupt, so he hurriedly said: "I am a bit straight-talking. All soldiers are like this. Please forgive me, but I still ask Brother Su to think carefully."
"I will."
Su Ming nodded, looked at the night sky, and began to make plans in his mind.