Mi Xiayao felt her eyes flicker. After losing the light, her vision was temporarily blinded.
The feeling of weightlessness, before she could exclaim, she felt someone gently holding her on the back of her head.
Pei Xingyuan's hand protected her head.
She looked at the person next to her in astonishment.
The feeling of uneasiness gradually amplified, and then, Pei Xingyuan groaned.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The weight on her body increased, and an uneasy feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
All she received in response was a muffled, rapid, heavy breath. Holding back for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll turn over in a while, and you can keep your head down and keep walking forward."
"what would you do?"
Her brows furrowed, and her worried voice could still be vaguely heard in her breath.
The man's thin lips curved slightly, but the environment was dark and she couldn't see it.
"Young Master is very lucky and cannot die."
Mi Xiayao did not dare to drag Pei Xingyuan back, so she hummed softly.
With a light movement on her body, she turned over neatly and crawled forward awkwardly for a while.
Until she found a thick tree root, she awkwardly stood behind the big tree.
The archer behind seemed to be changing his arrows, and the rain of arrows paused for a moment.
Pei Xingyuan was no longer worried, his eyes turned fierce, and his gaze was easily locked in a certain direction.
After breaking off the tail of the arrow he was carrying, he casually pulled out a long arrow beside him.
Hide your breath, slow down your pace, and hear the tense sound of arrows and bows.
He decisively raised his hand and swung the arrow, and the sharp arrow pierced the archer's thigh.
Following the man's pitiful cry, Pei Xingyuan's eyes sharpened and he paused deliberately for a moment.
There was no movement around, making sure there were no other accomplices.
He no longer hid himself at this moment, stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's throat with his big palm.
He kicked the crossbow away from his hand and threw away the quiver, all in one movement.
That man had absolutely no weapon in his hand to resist.
His subordinates seemed to be struggling, so Pei Xingyuan raised and lowered his sword.
Soon the archer lost consciousness and fell into a coma in the woods.
Pei Xingyuan moved the person nearby, found a vine and tied him to the tree, then turned around to look for Mi Xia Yao.
Here, when Mi Xiayao heard the man's sad cry, she fell to the ground in a panic.
Although she has experienced two lives, in the final analysis she is just a girl who has never seen the blood of a knife in her house.
The last time he encountered an assassination was when Mi Xiayao and her children met the assassin halfway in the capital.
Just when she forced herself to calm down and thought about whose hand this desperate act of silencing was done.
Pei Xingyuan also found her here.
One second, this man's back was straight and his expression was as cold as a hellish Rakshasa. The next second, his whole body was completely turned upside down.
He held the wound on his shoulder and knelt down next to her with a stumbling step.
"Ayao..."
The man's deep voice was hoarse with a hint of pain.
Mi Xiayao suddenly retracted her thoughts. Her shoulders sank and she felt Pei Xingyuan's weakness.
"Why are you here so late? Did you get hit by an arrow again? Where is that person? Do you want me to lure him away? You quickly go find someone to rescue him."
Her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the woods. Under the moonlight and the shadow of the trees, she saw that Pei Xingyuan had never been weaker than before.
She frowned immediately, took out the handkerchief from her arms, and went to treat the wound on his shoulder.
"The man seems to have used up his quiver. I didn't expect us to be so good at hiding. He seems to have disappeared."
His voice became lighter and lighter as he listened, and Mi Xiayao didn't want him to put in more effort to interrupt him, "Stop talking and save some energy. Let's go back to the camp to find rescue now."
As she spoke, she put her slender arms around Pei Xingyuan's broad shoulders, and her other hand carefully held the uninjured area.
The two of them were so close together that he could smell the fragrance coming from Mi Xiayao just by taking a deep breath.
He lowered his head slightly to hide the smile and calculation in his eyes.
This lowering of the head gave Mi Xiayao a wrong perception. She thought that this guy was going to die from excessive blood loss.
She struggled to help him walk back.
The horses had long been frightened by the sound of arrows and didn't know where they were going, so she could only bite the bullet and lead the people to the camp.
In the gloomy woods, there is only the rustling of the wind.
The two of them were leaning against each other, but the tall man staggered.
His body shape is stronger than that of a woman. When he stumbled, he almost lost his center of gravity with Mi Xiayao.
Several times, she was almost pressed to the ground by Pei Xingyuan.
But the more this happened, the more Mi Xiayao frowned and she began to get scared.
"Master Pei, please talk and don't sleep."
"Someone just asked me not to talk."
The man is gloomy to her.
Mi Xiayao's voice was filled with anxiety at this moment, "Can it be the same? You, please speak more."
"I risked my life to save you. How will Miss Mi repay me after we get out of this forest?"
"It's already at this juncture, why are you still thinking about this!"
"That's not possible...cough." He pretended to be weaker, "You are famous for being hard-hearted, you must give me a response."
She clenched her back teeth to support him, "If you can walk out of this forest alive, I will give you a chance, and I will not refute anything you say."
"I've risked my life on you, just once?"
He laughed sullenly, just like he was laughing at himself before dying, his voice was hollow and soft.
"How many times have you thought about it after you've been like this?! If you can use it once, you're considered great!"
"At least three times..." His eyes dimmed.
"good……"
Just when she was about to respond perfunctorily, there was a sudden commotion in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, Rong Yuanzhou's voice was heard, "Miss Mi! Miss Mi, where are you!"
It was a familiar voice, and her eyes lit up.
Now one more person, one more opportunity.
"Master Rong, I'm here!"
She really couldn't hold Pei Xingyuan anymore, and was thinking of throwing him to the ground and leading Rong Yuanzhou over.
Unexpectedly, this man didn't know where he got the strength to raise his long arm and put it on her shoulder.
He was already tall, and this time he leaned on her, seeming to be able to cover her petite body.
When Rong Yuanzhou heard the noise, he immediately dismounted and looked for it.
Just seeing someone else beside Mi Xiayao, his steps paused slightly for a moment.
"Pei Xingyuan is injured. He may have lost too much blood. Sir Rong, please take him back to the camp quickly. I will come later."
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"Where else are you going?"
The former was Rong Yuanzhou's astonished rhetorical question, and the latter was Pei Xingyuan's eyes lowered and his eyes fixed on the woman in his arms.
Mi Xiayao looked at the other party and thought about it before answering Pei Xingyuan's words.
"I want to make sure in the forest whether Xiaobao is there or not."
The woman's unswerving tone was particularly ethereal in the forest.
Rong Yuanzhou frowned, recalling the scene he just saw on the terrace, and considered it for a moment.
He said: "I just came over and saw Miss Miao holding a child on the terrace... I wonder... is it the little treasure that Miss Mi said?"