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Very strange.
Wanyao felt that for a moment, the whole world was quiet, the hustle and bustle around him became nothingness, and the crisis and danger subsided quietly like an ebbing tide.
She stared blankly at those pure black eyes, and the flustered emotions in her internal organs were extinguished in a few words, but after a while, she was really no longer so afraid, and even her breathing was much calmer than before.
She held the dental plaque tightly in her palm, then nodded tremblingly but firmly at him.
"Okay, I'll go."
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The backside of the stable was very damp, a fresh moss grew near the wall, the rain washed out the rotten smell in the soil, Wan Yao leaned against the fence, closed his eyes and tried to adjust his heartbeat.
Her hands trembled subconsciously because of nervousness, deepening and repeating the plan just now in her mind over and over again, afraid of missing something or making a mistake.
Right now, all her senses are stretched into a string ready to go, like a frightened bird, any slight movement can make her hair explode all over her body.
The sound of messy footsteps approached quickly.
There were about ten Turkic warriors who came, including the Toba leader whom I had just met in the store.
When they turned around from the front yard with their knives in hand, what they saw was a young man in a blue suit.
His back was straight, and he was holding a heavy and sharp long gun in his hand. The point of the gun was pointing to the ground. The silver gun body was dark and cold in the night, and there was an undisguised expression in his dark and clear eyes. Arrogance and disdain.
He suddenly took a step sideways, stretched out a hand calmly, with the palm slightly bent upwards, in a provocative posture.
——"Turkic people have always valued loyalty, despised life and death, and cherished heroes."
——"This gesture, in Beiman, represents a one-on-one duel."
——"If they find that I am the only one who can fight, and make this request, they will probably not refuse."
Sure enough, Wan Yao saw the leader of the Turkic Khan raised his arm to block the movement, and signaled the people behind him to stop.
The two sides looked at each other with a distance of two feet wide.
In the stable, Xiang Huan unloaded Liang Hua's two pairs of shoes and coat ahead of time, and covered them with piles of hay, barely creating the illusion that there were people inside. Fortunately, it was dark and difficult to distinguish.
King Turkic Khan looked at him suspiciously, and said something in Turkic. Wanyao only heard Xiang Huan's contemptuous response. After a few words, a tall barbarian warrior stepped forward with a knife.
He was a head taller than Xiang Huan, with a strong physique, solid muscles, and almost a circle wider than the entire men in Wei Dynasty. The black shadow fell down with pressure, like a hill, which was daunting.
However, Xiang Huan seemed to be familiar with the strangeness, and looked at him without avoiding the sharp edge.
The barbarian warrior obviously didn't pay attention to the young man in front of him, and only wanted a quick victory. He violently swung his horse and knife into a circle, and slashed at his forehead with a loud shout.
A small gust of frightening wind was stirred up by the blade, and Wanyao's heart beat wildly almost uncontrollably. She tightly covered her mouth, her eyes fixed on the front.
The shrill and ear-piercing impact slammed across, the lingering sound continued, the tremors continued, and even faintly caused slight tinnitus.
In the same place, the sword of the barbarian warrior was held by the snow-white silver gun. He seemed surprised, and stared at the boy who was much shorter than him.
Xiang Huan worked hard with his eyes cold, the corners of his lips pursed into a line, and he trembled slightly, the muscles of his whole body were filled with strength.
At this moment, the blade of Zhan.Horse.Dao made a soft sound, and a very thin rift sprouted from the intersection of the two weapons, and then quickly spread back, and the snow-tooth gun whistled and whistled.
The barbarian's strength couldn't hold back the momentum, and the long knife was broken by the smooth gun shaft in the stunned expression of everyone, and it was broken into two halves.
The samurai stared wide-eyed, but his figure fell due to inertia. Xiang Huan easily avoided his fist, and then he grabbed his strong arm with one hand and pulled it forward violently.
The barbarian's sturdy body rolled several times on the spot, dragged for a long distance, and finally stopped after being blocked by a tree trunk.
In the fertile land of the Central Plains, men are generally weak and vulnerable. The Turkic warriors present never imagined that the young man opposite him could have such great hand strength at such a young age!
All around was amazed.
While they were still in a daze, Wan Yao took this opportunity to move forward quietly against the wall. The muddy ground was slippery and she had to be extremely careful not to trip over the moss.
——"There is a small hole under the wall on the left hand side of the entrance door outside the courtyard.Uneasy, under the gaze of Wan Yao's eyes that were about to turn red, she finally left the main courtyard in a hurry.
Behind the lonely young man was still standing with a gun, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her heartbeat, gritted her teeth fiercely, opened her eyes suddenly, turned around and ran out of the courtyard.
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The night wind was whistling beside her ears, with the bright moon above her head and the slippery road underground, Wan Yao couldn't remember how she got out of this small shop.
Her legs seemed to be trembling, and she seemed to be unconscious, but she kept running forward desperately.
In the dark outskirts of the city, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the road is winding but the end cannot be seen clearly, like a bottomless pit.
Wanyao has grown up to such an age, but in fact she has seldom suffered. She is as pampered and pampered as countless official ladies in her boudoir. If this kind of thing is normal, even if she hears it, she will feel terrible, let alone in such a situation. In a critical situation, I ran more than ten miles to seek help.
But when she was in the long night, she didn't think about anything.
She only knew where Xiang Huan was still.
Suffered a serious injury.
If you don't move in the officers and soldiers quickly.
He will die.
All of a sudden, Wan Yao froze slightly while running wildly.
She clearly heard the sound of footsteps reverberating around, and there was another one inexplicably. Swishling, heavy but powerful, every step is like overwhelming mountains and seas, and as time goes by, it is approaching here at a not slow speed——
Wan Yao came up with a thought that made her scalp tingle.
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