"Really? This is what you said, don't break your promise." Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, then the clouds turned sunny, and he smiled and opened his mouth with two tiger teeth.
Murong Qiufeng and Shangguan Ye, who were discussing on the opposite side, looked at the two of them, especially when they saw the familiar emotions in Yan Qiren's eyes through the firelight, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows and looked at each other, with a strange color flashing in their eyes.
However, they are not gossips in the first place. Suspicions are just suspicions, and they will not deliberately seek confirmation if it is not serious business.
Late at night, the cold wind seems to be getting stronger and stronger, losing the protection of the dense leaves. The cold wind shuttles freely among the woods. Although it has stopped snowing recently, the air is still very dry and cold. The flames are swaying as if they will go out at any time. Three small tents
It was unusually stable in the wind. Beside the fire, Ah Si kept adding materials to the fire.
The tent moved, and a figure climbed out of it. Xiao Yan rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched and walked over slowly, then sat down on the fire, shivered, and said
Ah Si said, "It's my turn, Menghulu, you go and have a rest first." He yawned again.
Ah Si was not polite. He nodded and entered another tent. He covered the huddled child with a quilt, then he lay down and closed his eyes to sleep.
Xiao Yan held up his chin little by little, and suddenly heard a movement, and quickly opened his sleepy eyes and turned his head. When he saw who it was, he immediately relaxed his guard, yawned and said, "Why did you come out? It's my turn this time.
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Yan Qiren didn't say anything. He sat down next to him and added firewood to the fire. After a while, he said, "I can't sleep."
"Oh." Xiao Yan almost fell asleep again when he heard his answer and let out a lazily hum.
Yan Qiren sighed, pulled his cloak for him, and patted his head, "You go in and sleep, I can just watch here. Sleeping in the cold wind will make you sick."
Xiao Yan opened his eyes and yawned again, "It's okay, I don't get sick that easily. It's almost dawn, and I will definitely feel sleepier and sleepier when I go back to the cage." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on the surrounding trees, and then wiped it down.
The coldness in his eyes instantly made his sleepiness disappear, and his whole body woke up. "Look, isn't this good?" Then he shook his shoulders and used a small wooden stick to stoke the fire.
In the tent in the middle, Shangguan Ye suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were particularly bright in the dark night, flashing with a bit of coldness. Then Murong Qiufeng also opened his eyes. Their eyes collided instantly. Their expressions sank. After receiving the affirmative answer, their eyes turned to
The surroundings turned darkly.
Outside, Xiao Yan and Yan Qiren sat quietly by the fire and kept vigil. The cold and pungent cold breath in the air seemed to be vaguely carrying other smells, but it was covered up by this cold breath.
In the thick ink-like night, there seemed to be some vague shadows whizzing by, but they passed without sound, but they still left shallow footprints on the land covered with rotten leaves.
Among the horses sleeping next to each other under the tree, one black and one white suddenly opened their eyes, then stepped forward and snorted, as if to remind them of something.
The sound alarmed Yan Qiren and Xiao Yan who were standing by the fire.
Xiao Yan frowned and made a shushing gesture towards the two groups of horses. Then he stood up and walked over to comfort the horses, thinking that they might be cold or hungry.
Yan Qiren, however, had a thoughtful look on his face. He looked at the two horses and then around, and his heart suddenly became alert. Those two horses were not ordinary horses, they were very spiritual.
At this time, Xiao Yan suddenly groaned and fell towards him.
He quickly supported him, but as soon as he moved, he found that all his strength seemed to have been drained from his whole body. His eyes were dizzy. The two of them who were supporting Xiao Yan immediately fell to the ground, screaming in their hearts that it was bad.
But at this moment, there was only a clanging sound, like a dragon's roar, and then in the darkness, the firelight faintly reflected the black and white shadows passing through, and the news was in the woods.
But what followed was the sound of clanging weapons clashing, and from time to time there were some rumbling sounds.
Yan Qiren and Xiao Yan fell to the ground, feeling the cold air entering their bodies instantly. The cold feeling made them shiver, but their minds were still clear.
Ah Si also walked out, then walked up to them, took out a small bottle, put it under their noses and smelled it.
The two of them coughed violently, and then found that their bodies could move and there was nothing strange about them. They couldn't help but look at the bottle in Ah Si's hand in surprise.
But Ah Si had already stood up and silently walked to the horses that were also poisoned to detoxify them.
Xiao Yan quickly stood up and pulled up Yan Qiren, who was pressed under him. He looked nervously at the place where the sound of weapons clashing kept coming, picked up the sword in his hand and went over.
Ah Si sat on the stone, picked up a small log and picked out the charcoal, and said coldly, "I don't want to drag the master down, so I just sit there." His expression was as usual, as if he was not worried about the two people fighting inside.
Xiao Yan paused for a moment, then frowned, and then he said with obvious dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his eyes, "Hey, you boring gourd, who do you think is holding us back?"
"Okay, trust them." Yan Qiren grabbed his arm and brought him back to the fire. He said this not because he was completely at ease with those two people like Ah Si, but because he had seen the two people in the night under the moonlight.
The two people walked leisurely as if they were walking in a courtyard.
One is black and the other is white, the black hair is flowing in the wind, the expression is calm and free, the temperament is very different, but they are an unusual match, which makes the people watching always feel a kind of bond between them, a bond that cannot be broken.
The two of them strolled forward, their clothes still neat and tidy, especially Murong Qiufeng, who was dressed in white, like an immortal from the Nine Heavens, holding the sheathed silver dragon sword in his hand, with a calm expression, but his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was worried about the scene just now.
There was some dissatisfaction with the fight, but Shangguan Ye had his sword wrapped around his arms, his expression was unruly, his eyes were shining, and there was a hint of impatience and disdain, as if he was also dissatisfied with the fight just now, but he had a feeling that he still had more to say.
The two people came over, Shangguan Ye tossed it casually, and Ah Si caught a black sign and said at the same time, "Find it as soon as possible."
"Yes." Ah Si nodded slightly and put the token into his clothes.
"What is this?" Xiao Yan's eyes quickly fell on the red color on Murong Qiufeng's other hand that was very conspicuous in contrast to the white.
Murong Qiufeng handed him the thing in her hand, "I just got it from those people."
Xiao Yan took it, it seemed to be some posts, but when they saw the big words on the post, they were both stunned, "Martial Arts Alliance Post?"
Yan Qiren was also surprised when he took one and opened it. The seal inside was indeed the seal of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the content written was the same. The only difference was that the invitees were different.
"Qingtong Sect, Lingyuan Pavilion, Yuefeng Sect, Xueyue Sect, Lingluo Sect... this... you are not going to kill the sender of the sect." There were more than a dozen cards in the hand, and each one
The sects Zhang was invited to were all different. Alliance posts were always based on one sect, regardless of the number of sects.
So it's no wonder they would make such assumptions.
However, Yan Qiren moved faster and immediately guessed a possibility, "Someone is grabbing alliance posts?"
Murong Qiufeng looked at him appreciatively and nodded lightly, "I'm afraid it's just an accident that they are targeting us. These people are probably trying to grab posts. I'm afraid many people have fallen into this trap along the way."