606. Chapter 605 Winning the battle and rewarding the assassin 3
The man in black had slowly raised his hand, Wen Yingyun's hysterical roar was in his ears, and the boat kept rocking, following the rolling river current.
Arnold looked at the cold blade and smiled. A bright red meteor flashed across his eyes like the starry sky. The red light gradually spread out and expanded into a red figure. For some reason, Ah Nuo
Nuo felt a sense of pain and grievance in his heart, a layer of mist rose in his eyes, and a drop of tear flowed down the corner of his eye.
The man in black was slightly startled, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
The extremely sharp knife flew towards Arnold's eyebrows, very fast and very close. At this time, no matter who it was, it would be difficult to save Arnold's life.
However, the sound of gold and iron intersecting, although not loud, was very harsh.
Arnold forced himself not to close his eyes, let himself see all this, let himself see everything clearly. Because this is the last chance and the possible last memory in this life.
Therefore, she saw the arrow at the critical moment, saw clearly the person who shot the arrow, and even watched the sharp and cold light of the knife grazing her cheek. A little pain would not make her
She felt unbearable, and the joy of surviving the disaster had already filled her heart.
She was not dead, the arrow missed the small flying knife at the critical moment.
Immediately afterwards, another arrow flew out, and it was shot from her back.
The man in black originally wanted to get up, but was knocked back a few feet by the arrow. The arrow came fast and with great force. At this time, it had penetrated the heart of the man in black, and there was still a drop of bright red dripping from the tip of the arrow.
Blood.
Arnold looked at the face that had receded from the blood and turned yellow, and looked at the pale eyes. The man in black was dead, killed with one blow. At this time, the red figure had fallen on the boat. He was extremely fast, like a gun
A red sword rushed to Arnold's side.
"Amul, are you injured?" Hu Gechi's face turned pale, and his lips were no longer as rosy as before. He looked at Arnold, reached out and picked her up, "I'll take you out of here."
With tears hanging from the corners of Arnold's eyes, he looked at him blankly, "I'm fine, I'm not injured. Hu Gechi, please tell them to stop. I don't want my parents to die."
Hu Gechi raised his face and looked towards where Arnold's back was facing, "I'll leave this to you, I'll take her away first."
Arnold wanted to turn around, but froze before he could move.
"Okay." On another boat that had just arrived, Zhenjin's eyes were as calm and indifferent as a quiet sea. His one-word promise seemed to be scattered in the river wind, but in the sound of the crashing waves, this one word was
So clear. It seems that when this word is uttered, all sounds are silent, and only the syllables of this word are quiet.
Arnold didn't look back and slowly closed his eyes. If the first arrow was shot by Brother Huchi, then the second arrow was the killer of Zhenjin. If Zhenjin hadn't arranged for someone to do so,
, even if she came here at this time, she would probably only have to collect her body. However, at this time, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, and a kind of debt seemed to be weighing on her and she could not breathe.
As the sun shone down from the sky, Anuo slowly shrank her shoulders and moved her face into Hu Gechi's chest. She felt a little confused and panicked as if she didn't know what to do.