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Chapter Sixty-Eight

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    "Yang Jin, are you so unreliable!"

    The rolling stones are falling like rain, Yang Ning and Shi Baichuan are both from Jinyiwei, and their lightness kung fu is excellent, it is more than enough to avoid these chaotic rocks.  On the contrary, Lang Xu struggled a little. Although he was extremely powerful, his physical shortcomings were fully exposed at this moment. He had to protect Wenqian with one hand and carry the burden with the other.  Not too colorful.

    Yang Jin and him happened to be at the two ends of the rolling stone, and they called out immediately: "Brother Lang, give me Wen Qian, the burden is a burden, throw it away if you can."

    Lang Xu was taken aback by his yelling, and pondered for a while the meaning of the five words "give me Wenqian".  Wen Qian, who was lying on his back, immediately had a bad feeling: "You don't mean to"

    Before the words fell, the other party had made a decisive decision. Taking advantage of the short gap when the stone rolled past, he picked up the person and threw it towards Yang Jin.

    The giant package in the air drew a light arc.

    The latter ran two steps forward, and caught him firmly.

    Wen Qian went through a big ups and downs, held back the dizziness in front of her eyes, and said angrily: "You"

    "Are you still treating me as a wounded person?"

    "Sure" Yang Jin hugged her while avoiding a rolling stone that deviated from the track, and struggled to squeeze out the words, "Damn."

    Wen Qian grabbed his skirt: "Okay, tell me how you want to compensate me."

    ? Yang Jin focused on the endless institutions in front of him, "What do you want?"

    She squinted at him: "I can do whatever I want?"

    "It will be all right."

    "Then I want you."

    ? Yang Jin was still entangled with the flying stones, before he had time to think about the meaning of this sentence, he blurted out: "Okay."

    The rolling stones on the hillside seemed to have finally stopped unsustainably. Just when everyone thought they could take a breather, the surrounding dead trees suddenly turned in a uniform direction, and then bits and pieces of light flashed through the gaps between the tree stumps. Countless long arrows  Fall through the air.

    Shi Baichuan howled twice and hid himself in a panic.

    Yang Jin hastily drew his knife to deal with it. The rain of arrows seemed to have eyes, and they were specially picked to shoot at their feet. Wen Qian looked at the arrows clinking and piling up beside his feet, and couldn't believe his ears: "Did you just shoot?"  say what?"

    He fended off a few cold arrows, and took a quick breath: "I said, okay Baichuan be careful behind you!"

    Yang Jin spotted the source of the arrow, and pulled out one on the ground and threw it hard. There was a bang, he hit the head well, and the opening of the mechanism was pierced, but at the same time, a net above his head swung down, and he  He hugged Wen Qian and rolled on the spot to avoid it.

    These mechanisms are also done too seamlessly, there are almost no loopholes at all.

    Yang Jin was forced behind an ancient tree, looking at the ever-changing mountain road with his head, feeling faintly strange.

    From the mouths of the old farmers at the foot of the mountain, we can know that there were many ordinary people who came here to seek immortality, but most of them were "invited" down the mountain safely, and had never been missing in the mountain.  In other words, Qimen Dunjia is only used to confuse ordinary people. If you break through that level and get closer to the top of the mountain, you will be regarded as a "threat person" by the person who set up the trap, and then the trap will be released to take his life.

    The hidden weapon traps on this road are so dense, it can only be said that it is an extremely important place in the eyes of the other party, and they may not go wrong.

    It was at this time that the sun at noon finally began to slant to the west. The moment the sun hit the road ahead, the mountain road began to change again in the layers of mist in the distance. Yang Jin, who had witnessed the whole process, suddenly seemed to understand something  ¡­

    "Xiao Chuan!"

    Shi Baichuan was chased all over the ground by sharp arrows, always felt that the mechanism seemed to be aimed at him very much, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he jumped onto the trunk of one of the dead trees, raised the knife and wanted to destroy the mechanism.

    As soon as the blade was poked down, he suddenly heard Yang Jin calling him, and instinctively responded: "Hey."

    The organman wrapped in bark clicked and opened his mouth from the middle, and rolled out an iron ball very lively.

    When Shi Baichuan saw it, he was thinking: What the hell is this?

    When he found that there was still a sizzling lead wire on the iron ball, he couldn't calm down for an instant, and ran away as fast as he could.

    "Ogawa, don't make a turn, just run straight ahead!"

    He was desperately trying to hear Yang Jin's voice. He glanced forward and felt like he was going crazy: "Brother, there is no way ahead!"

    "Never mind! Trust me."

    At this juncture, Shi Baichuan had no time to ponder how ridiculous his words were.??Drill out some small animals that can't be named.

    The fence wall that survived the fire was covered with lush branches and leaves of vines, three or two magpies perched on the top, and fluttered away when they approached.

    Time seems to have passed for a long time, so long that she can barely remember the outline of her hometown.

    After trying so many times, Ben had already given up, who knew that fate would give her a huge surprise at this time without warning.

    Yang Jin stopped in front of a low slope at the back of the village. Wen Qian looked at the tall and lonely figure in the wild grass, and murmured his lips for a long time before speaking softly: "Xiao Lang."

    The truth is always the most beautiful before it is known.

    On the one hand, he can keep the past in its best time, and on the other hand, he can live hopefully with his own description of the future.

    Lang Xu turned around, there seemed to be many suppressed emotions in his cloudy eyes, and he was even more overwhelmed because he couldn't speak.

    Behind him, there are fragrant grasses, and countless graves stand in the wind, quietly welcoming the long-lost old friends.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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