"Why do you say that?" Zhikari remained silent as his eyes swept around the swamp. It was a dark green wetland, uneven and overgrown with reeds and moss ferns. The mud exuded a strange smell and squirmed silently and slowly.
, it is difficult to distinguish the depth. The tributaries of the underground river rush past the edge, stirring up a large amount of turbid foam in the low-lying areas of the mudflat.
"Because I can see it." Xiao Ma Bandit replied.
"You're wrong." Zhikarizhen glanced sideways at the pony bandit.
"Maybe." Xiaoma Bandit met Zhikarizhen's gaze and laughed softly, "On the grassland of my hometown, there are all kinds of wolves wandering. Coyote, flame wolf, ice wolf, winged wolf,
Horned wolves... They travel in packs and hunt cooperatively. However, there is a kind of wolf that is different. It wanders alone forever and does not need companions or hugging for warmth. Its pupils are the color of the desert, without vitality or desire.
Nothing seems to interest it."
Zhi Kaizhen said calmly: "Little brother, I am a human, not a wolf."
"But the first time I saw you, it was like seeing that kind of wolf. Brother, no matter who or what you are looking at, you don't care." The little pony bandit looked at the mud floating in the distance, "Yes.
For you, there’s probably nothing you can’t give up, right?”
Zhi Shouzhen counted his breaths in silence and said, "Why do you say this, little brother? Only the three of us working together will have a way to survive."
"How can three people and three hearts be the same?" The corner of Xiaoma Bandit's mouth curled up sarcastically.
"At least we have the same desire to survive." Zhikari stared at the pony bandit, "If I'm not wrong, we both have things to do but not finish."
The pony bandit shook his head: "You said it yourself, you want to do it, not want to do it. If you don't even think about your own affairs, how can you think about the life and death of your companions?"
"Little brother, Cui Zhihuan will be here at any time. It's a matter of life and death, why bother saying such nonsense?"
"It is precisely because of the critical moment of life and death that I have to speak clearly."
Fat Tiger scratched his scalp in confusion, looked at Zhi Kaizhen, and then at Xiao Ma Bandit, completely unable to understand what the two of them meant.
"Then what do you want?" Zhi Kaizhen smiled calmly, clenched the hilt of the sword with five fingers, and the three-killing machine sword was about to come out. The pony bandits were going around, just wanting to use Cui Zhihuan's threat to get back the bronze hardware
This means that the other party will abandon you at any time and escape alone.
"Swear an oath!" The pony bandit took a step back alertly, pressing the slingshot with his hand, his eyes blazing, "I promise you an oath, and you must be sincere. Only by swearing to the heavenly alliance can your companions give their backs to you."
"Swear?"
The pony bandit nodded: "The oaths made will be witnessed by the Immortal Heaven." At this moment, his expression was solemn, his demeanor was clear, and his thin body was like a towering mountain.
"Changshengtian." Zhi Shouzhen muttered in a low voice. For the Yan people, Changshengtian is the supreme god and cannot be deceived. It's just that people's hearts are unpredictable and have always been higher than gods.
"If this can make my little brother feel at ease, of course I will not refuse." Zhikari Zhenzhen pondered for a moment and happily agreed. Although the world respects the oath, but the interests are at the forefront, and in the face of life and death, he will not take a few verbal oaths to heart.
If the pony bandit believes this, he is stupid.
The two people's eyes met, and the pony bandit raised his right fist and punched his chest: "Today, my brother Shu Ye is here. I swear by the honor of my ancestors to fight Cui Zhihuan with all my strength, and I will never betray my companions and live in vain!"
He suddenly knelt on the ground, stared into Zhikarizhen's eyes, and said word by word, "Witness from the Immortal Heaven."
"It turns out that the little brother's name is Ge Shuye." Zhi Shouzhen's heart suddenly moved. When Ge Shuye swore, the eight-winged golden cicada in his consciousness actually gave birth to a trace of emotion. Could it be that - is there really any immortal god in this world? "Today, I, Fat Tiger, am here. I swear by the honor of my ancestors to fight Cui Zhihuan with all my strength, and I will never betray my companions and live in vain!" Fat Tiger suddenly stood up and shouted passionately. He finally understood what Ge Shuye said.
."The Immortal Heaven witnesses!" He imitated Ge Shuye and knelt down half-kneeling on the ground, beating his chest hard, making a thumping sound, "There are also chicken legs to witness!"
Zhi Shouzhen became more and more frightened. After Fat Tiger swore the oath, the Eight-winged Golden Cicada once again had a vague feeling. While he was thinking about it, he said: "I heard that when Emperor Murong Guan of Great Yan came to power, he wanted to purge powerful officials, and many disciples of aristocratic families were killed.
Forced to flee. Little brother, your surname is Geshu. Could it be that you were the one who dominated the Yan Dynasty back then..."
"It's your turn." Ge Shuye interrupted Zhi Kaizhen's words and looked at him steadily, his pupils seeming to reflect the deep and boundless sky.
Zhikarizhen glanced at Fat Tiger, who widened his eyes excitedly, full of expectation, and perhaps found it quite interesting.
The waves of the dark river roared loudly in the sky, and four eyes focused on Zhikarizhen's face, making it difficult for him to avoid it for a moment. If he insisted on refusing, the three of them would definitely fall out and start internal strife. "Today I..." Zhikarizhen said slowly
I recited the oath, "Witness from the Immortal Heaven." My heart suddenly palpitated, and the eight-winged golden cicada in the sea of consciousness made a long cry, seeming to have a real and illusory connection with the existence in the dark.
"Now, little brother, can you rest assured?" Zhi Kaizhen took a deep look at Ge Shuye. He was determined not to believe that just a random person who swore an oath to the Heaven of Immortality could cause such a phenomenon, and Xiao Ma must be among them.
The bandits are involved.
Ge Shuye smiled indifferently. Since he told his real name, he has become very different, and he has a sense of pride in his eyes. "Okay, with the big brother and Brother Fat Tiger working together to help, Cui Zhihuan will definitely die in this swamp!" He hurriedly ran away.
Go out, burrow into a reed bush, fumble around for a while, and pull out a set of dark leather water cushions.
"Half a month ago, I trapped and killed a young dark-scaled swamp lizard here, and skinned it to make this water support." Ge Shuye quickly put on the water support and wrapped it tightly around his head and feet, leaving only his eyes exposed.
He quickly jumped down from the swamp, dived deep into the mud and swam until he was submerged. After half a tea, he emerged from the swamp again.
"My little brother is really well-thought-out. No wonder he can escape from Dayan's dragnet." Zhikarizhen glanced at the lizard-skin water base where water was rolling down. The Yin-scaled Swamp Lizard was extremely powerful even in the wilderness where ferocious beasts were everywhere.
It's hard to find, its skin is impervious to water and fire, and it's extremely rare. But what's even more rare is that Ge Shuye had already prepared many escape routes when he was among the horse bandits, and his scheming was deep and detailed, and he was definitely not inferior to him.<
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"Brother Geshu, where is the water between me and Little Sheep?" Fat Tiger asked anxiously.
Ge Shuye smiled: "I'm sorry, Brother Fat Tiger, I only have one pair of water sticks. But the three of us have our own things to do..." His voice became lower and lower, gradually being swept away by the waves in the river.
The sound is drowned...
Standing at the foot of the steep rock slope, Cui Zhihuan lowered his head and stared at a few gravels on the ground, then raised his head and glanced at several faint sword marks and cracked craters on the rock wall.
A picture appeared in his mind: three people were climbing a rock slope, and they were attacked on the way. The young man with the sword took action... Cui Zhihuan slowly closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly jumped up and threw himself on the rock wall. p>
His complexion was as usual, his steps were as fast as flying, and his severed left arm seemed to be reborn. It was almost impossible to tell that his body was depleted of energy and blood, his pure energy was declining, and he was almost on the verge of death.