The heavy snow fell silently, the cold wind was biting, and Ye Dusheng, who was sitting on the back of Xing Lonely, was dressed in white.

Although his eyebrows are picturesque, his face is expressionless, his skin is white and transparent, and he can faintly see light cyan blood vessels, and he looks weak.

Ye Dusheng clenched the reins with his right hand, and from time to time his left hand took out silver needles and poison from the sleeve in his arms, and scattered them at the people around him who attacked him.

His face was pale and his expression was cold, but his peach blossom eyes showed worry and sadness from time to time.

Ye Dusheng has no martial arts, and the silver needle can only penetrate the skin of the enemy soldier shallowly at most, but the silver needle is coated with a medicine bag and filled with poison, and it will be lost in a moment after being stained with a little bit.

What's more, when have those soldiers who lived in the barracks all year round seen such beauties.

Therefore, all of them had poor concentration, and they all lost their eyes and lost their souls, and they stood and let Ye Dusheng poison.

But naturally there are still a few who are not affected by beauty, there are too many enemy soldiers, Ye Dusheng forcibly broke into them, and naturally he was also injured.

The left leg holding the horse's belly was stained with blood through the snow-white gauze clothes, just like a bright begonia flower blooming.

When Ye Dusheng's gaze met Lou Shulin in the distance, the coldness on his face dissipated, and he hooked his lips and smiled faintly.

Until sunset, he didn't wait for Lou Shulin to return, and he couldn't stand anymore.

Their reinforcements have not yet arrived, and the enemy's reinforcements have already arrived on the battlefield, how can Lou Shulin be okay?

Besides, the soul of the lover is not the villain himself, what if he does not have the so-called villain aura?

That's why he used medicine to knock out the willow and secretly rode the star to the battlefield......

"Starlight, run faster, your master is in front!" Ye Dusheng pulled the reins and said anxiously.

Xing Shan is a spiritual horse, and when he heard Ye Dusheng say this, he suddenly wiped the horse's hooves, accelerated his speed, and while running towards Lou Shulin, he also kicked a few soldiers away.

As the horses galloped, the satin-like black hair and white clothes floated together, like ethereal fairies.

And Lou Shulin, who was originally exhausted, saw that Ye Dusheng, who was weak, actually ran to the battlefield alone on Star Lonely, and his tiredness dissipated in an instant, and his heart rose to his throat.

Twilight!

What's wrong with him, can his body stand it?!

And it's so dangerous on the battlefield, what if you get hurt!

Lou Shulin didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly swung his long sword to kill Zhou's soldiers, and ran in the direction of Ye Dusheng!

Twilight can't be fine!

There must be no problem!

The speed of the horse is not comparable to that of ordinary horses, but there are soldiers around to block it, and several enemy soldiers attack together, and after a while, Ye Dusheng was scratched again, and he was almost pulled out of the car.

Gradually, Ye Dusheng's ink hair was messy, and the white clothes on his body were scattered with pieces of red plums, embarrassed, and the fairy spirit was gone, but it was even more pitiful and pitiful.

Lou Shulin has martial arts, but he doesn't have much strength, and it takes a bit of effort to carry light skills, and the two of them spend a lot of effort, and they are finally about to converge.

"Come on, come up!" Ye Dusheng stretched out his hand to Lou Shulin on the snow, and Lou Shulin didn't say a word, quickly picked up his light skills, jumped on the horse, and grabbed the reins.

The smell of Chinese medicine in the arms of "Dusheng ......" covered up some of the smell of blood, snowflakes fell between the two people's hairs, and feeling that the body of the person in his arms was extremely cold, Lou Shulin called out in distress.

For him, Twilight Sheng actually ......

Lou Shulin's hand holding the reins happened to be the one he was injured, looking at the blood that stained his clothes, Ye Dusheng's eyes flashed a touch of distress, but he still said calmly: "I have silver needles and poison bags in my arms, let's talk about it when we rush out." ”

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Recently, I've been desperately saving the manuscript.,It may take a while for the book review to reply.,Sorry.,What's that?

I know these planes are very long.,I'll pay attention to it in the future.,Control the number of plane chapters at about forty or fifty.,The original plot won't be more detailed.,Thank you for your support.。