The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 316 Fake (four more)
At the very moment, Han Yi firmly grabbed Xiao Yu's fingers, Wu Qianqiu's face was gloomy, "If you don't let go, we will all die in this heavy snow."

The rumbling sound from behind was approaching, Han Yi looked up at the surging snow fog, gritted his teeth and said, "You want to take my master away in front of me? First ask my saber to agree."

"You were injured in the first place, and you still want to fight with me at the end of your battle? Since you don't want to let go, then keep your hand!"

A fierce look flashed across Wu Qianqiu's eyes, and the other hand took out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed Han Yi's hand fiercely.

Han Yi's pupils shrank, but he held it tighter.

Xiao Yu sneered: "Do you think I'm dead?"

A thin blade flashed in her palm, taking advantage of Wu Qianqiu's lack of skills, she shook off Han Yi's hand, and slashed Wu Qianqiu's arm with the palm of one hand, and the other hand quickly slashed across Wu Qianqiu's throat.

That palm used all of Xiao Yu's strength, Wu Qianqiu groaned in pain, and felt a sharp cold wind in his throat, forcing him to withdraw his hand to defend, and took another step back.

The snow tide is approaching, and the snow foam splashes alluring eyes, and the icy breath has surrounded it in all directions, and it is so cold that it hurts people's bones.

Han Yi took the opportunity to grab Xiao Yu and shouted: "Master, run!"

Xiao Yu stretched out his hand and wanted to pull him, but at this moment, Wu Qianqiu jumped up suddenly, grabbed Xiao Yu's throat, and said sadly: "I underestimated you, but if you want to leave, it's not so easy -"

"Do not--"

The heavy snow swept across the sky, the Xuanying Army and Xuanyiwei were washed away, and the killers were also drowned by the snow tide.

No matter how fast they run, they can't match the speed of the snow tide.

There is nowhere to hide in all directions, and there is no place to stay. Xueluo makes no sound, but when an avalanche occurs, all that fills the ears is loud noise.

They couldn't hear their own voices, and they couldn't hear other people's voices. At the moment of the accident, all the struggles and shouts were instantly drowned out.

Xiao Yu was restrained by Wu Qianqiu's throat, so he could not act rashly, and Han Yi also missed the best time to save others, watching the heavy snow devouring the figures of the two of them crazily, and he had no time to react, and he was also engulfed in it , towards an unknown direction.

……

This avalanche was unexpected by no one, even Xiao Yu was extremely smart and could not have predicted that he would be so unlucky to be buried by heavy snow today.

When the overwhelming snow fell, she realized that the snow that was as light as a goose feather piled up together was so heavy!
The mountain of snow made her breathless, she tried her best to breathe with her mouth wide open, but she only inhaled a mouthful of snow foam, which made her shudder and wake up from the semi-comatose state.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Xiao Yu coughed violently. She thought she was coughing so hard that her voice must be very loud. In fact, her breathing is very weak now. Even if she coughs, the sound is as soft as a kitten sneezing.

On the endless snow field, a hand suddenly stretched out from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, most of his arms were exposed, and a corner of the tan cotton coat was exposed. He struggled to push aside the snowdrift, and climbed out of the snow.

"Hiss—what a fucking bad luck!"

Wu Qianqiu touched his forehead with his hand, and it was cold and sticky. He knocked a stone on the bottom just now, and there was a sharp pain at that time, and it really broke.

He spat, spit out the cold snow water in his mouth, turned his head to look in private, and all he could see was a vast expanse of whiteness, which made him feel dizzy for a while, wondering if he was blind.

In desperation, he had no choice but to look down at his clothes, and saw some other colors, which made him feel more comfortable.

"Hey--"

He yelled, but no one responded, his accomplice killers were all rushed to nowhere, and the people brought by Xiao Yu disappeared, and it was unclear whether they were alive or not.

"By the way, Xiao Yu!"

Wu Qianqiu hurriedly looked around, "We were so close just now, I caught her, she should be nearby, right?"

He didn't dare to use his feet for fear of kicking someone to death, so he bent down and groped for the bulge with his hands.

After touching for a long time, he didn't find anything. Just when he was depressed and annoyed, he suddenly heard a faint cough.

He froze for a moment, stopped his movements, and listened intently with bated breath.

"Cough cough cough-"

"Cough-cough-"

Wu Qianqiu's eyes lit up, "This way!"

The voice came from not far behind him, and as he leaned closer, the voice became clearer and clearer.

After he confirmed the exact location, he began to scrape the snow with his hands, "Hey——Xiao Yu, are you still awake? Xiao Yu?"

Xiao Yu paused when he heard this voice, is it Wu Qianqiu?

It was only when she was thinking about life and death that she realized that they had no pre-prepared destination for their trip, and it was Wu Qianqiu who intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the farthest village for the elderly.

If Wu Qianqiu was a member of Lianhua Palace from the beginning, then all this would make sense, and everything was premeditated by them.

But one thing doesn't make sense, he is the leader of the victims of the riot, if he was from Lianhua Palace from the beginning, wouldn't he have been lurking here for a long time?
It is obviously unreasonable for the poor Huagong to send such a master to ambush here. The riot happened before she came, and Lianhuagong is not sure that she will definitely come, so... it is very likely that this person is a master of disguise However, the real Wu Qianqiu may be someone else.

I just don't know whether the first contact with them is real or fake.

In just a few breaths, Xiao Yu's mind turned crazily. Although her body was extremely weak at this time, the more she was like this, the clearer her mind became and the calmer she became.

I can't die here. Since the master of Lianhua Palace wants to capture me alive, I must ensure my safety. Before that, Wu Qianqiu will never let me die.

Then let him use it.

Wu Qianqiu couldn't hear Xiao Yu's answer, so he continued to pick up the snow, and his voice became louder: "Xiao Yu?"

Xiao Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a weak and hoarse voice: "You—you want to save me?"

"Yo, you're still awake? It's hard life." Wu Qianqiu said this in a strange way, then adjusted his posture, knelt on one knee and said, "Wait a little longer, I'll pull You come out."

He used some internal strength to shake off the layer of floating snow above. He didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting Xiao Yu underneath. Hearing her voice, he felt that his life was not long. If he accidentally killed himself, go back. But there is really no way to explain it.

Seeing a big sunken piece, Wu Qianqiu continued to shave the snow, and soon saw the corner of Xiao Yu's cloak, "Move it."

Xiao Yu shook his head, shook out the snow that had fallen off his collar, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, "I... I have no strength."

(End of this chapter)