Beauty is too weak to be bullied

Chapter 100 Is Your Name Dugu Not Asking?

The night wind howled, and the raging fire enveloped the entire station.

Someone fled from the post station screaming miserably, but was stabbed to death by the guards outside with a knife, and then stuffed back into the fire.

Dugu Buqiu lay down in the grass, silently watching the burning post and the brutal murderer.

There were companions he had only known for a short time, as well as strange travelers.

They were either stabbed to death in their sleep or burned alive.

There are external responses, as well as internal responses from their team.

If he hadn't been on the road for several days, the unhealed wound was aching, and he couldn't sleep, he would inevitably end up in the same way.

He looked back at the middle-aged prince hiding behind him.

Thin and frail, trembling, eyes illuminated by the fire were full of terror.

After being stared at by him like this, he swallowed nervously, and said cautiously: "When... shall we leave?"

A strong wind blew by, and the burnt beams of the post house collapsed with a loud noise.

The prince was startled, and rushed over to grab his arm, with a pleading expression on his face.

Like a frightened rabbit, panicked and helpless, at a loss as to what to do.

Such a person can really secure that seat in the future, Zebei Wanmin?

Dugu Buqiu was very confused and worried.

Yet his behavior has preceded his brain to respond appropriately.

His young and powerful arms supported the prince steadily, his eyes were firm and stable, full of loyalty and respect.

"Your Highness, don't worry. With me here, I will definitely keep you safe! At this time, the fire is too bright, and the murderer is still looking for the missing person, so it is not appropriate to act. Let's wait in peace and wait until the fire is not so bright before leaving. "

"But..." The prince pointed to the well-burned inn, and said softly, "I'm afraid the fire will burn for a day and a night."

Dugu didn't say anything, lowered his eyes halfway, raised his head lightly, and caught the purest wind in the mountains through the restless anger.

A ray of mountain wind slid past the tip of his nose, cool and moist.

"It will rain." He said firmly: "It will rain later, and it will not be small. When the rain falls, we will go."

The rain will douse the burning house, and the murderer will search it carefully, lest any fish slip through the net.

Those who stay outside will also feel tired and evasive because of the rain. The wind and rain can also help them hide their bodies and wash away their footprints and traces.

Dugu Buqiu looked at the trembling prince, took off his cloak and handed it over: "Your Highness, take care of your jade body."

The prince was dug out of the bed by him, without a hair crown and disheveled clothes. He broke out in a cold sweat from the fright, and then was blown by the mountain wind like this, he must not be able to bear it.

Dugu didn't ask for it and didn't want to go through all kinds of hardships. It was meaningless to bring back a dead person.

The warm cloak dispelled the cold, the prince sniffed, looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and said softly, "What's your name?"

Dugu Buqiu didn't make a sound, covered his mouth and nose with his backhand, and pushed him into the soil forcefully.

Not far away, someone urinated heavily, walked around slowly, and then walked back slowly.

It took only a stick of incense before and after, but the two people buried in the soil walked the distance between life and death.

When the prince felt that he was about to die, the hand covering his mouth and nose finally let go.

He wanted to take a big breath to relieve the pain in his lungs, but that hand kept tightly clasping his nose and mouth, with only a thin slit showing through.

It didn't make him suffocate, but it wasn't enough for him to take a big breath.

He had no choice but to breathe very slowly, very slowly, like a dying fish, but he was very quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, the hand on his nose and mouth finally loosened.

At this time, his emotions and breathing had stabilized, but his whole body was very soft, limply paralyzed on the ground and unable to move.

"Your Highness, my name is Dugu Buqiu, and the word is correct." The handsome young man carefully tightened his cloak, and said gently: "Be patient."

The wind blew again, and the vegetation made a "swish, shua, shua" sound.

Dugu didn't want to hold his breath, but listened quietly.

The sound of "shashasha" came gradually through the night, from far to near.

A drop of cold rain fell on the tip of the prince's nose, and immediately after, another drop wet his cheek.

"哗啦啦啦~" The rain was getting heavier, the black clouds hanging low in the sky were torn apart by lightning, and the dull thunder rolled.

The assailants guarding outside the station started a commotion, and after a while, most of them went into the fire scene to search, while those who stayed outside were busy blocking the various exits.

Sure enough, no one paid attention to them.

"Let's go." Dugu Buqiu grabbed the prince and rushed towards the depths of the mountains.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, the two fleeing people couldn't tell the direction, panting like cows.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was mixed with cold rain, hitting the face, making people breathless.

The prince stepped on the ground and fell to the ground, never wanting to get up again.

"Your Highness, hold on for a while longer. We will be saved when the sun rises." Dugu persisted in trying to help him up.

"Let me die here!"

The middle-aged prince broke down and beat the ground, hoarse, and desperately shouted: "Let me die, I will be clean when I die!"

During the more than ten years of being demoted from Beijing, he was worried about losing his life all the time, and spent every moment in nightmares.

But it has never been so embarrassing and hard work today.

If the biological mother whom he hasn't seen for many years wants his life, then give it back to her!
One hundred.

Dugu didn't ask to wipe the rain off his face with all his strength, he tried to persuade him a few times but swallowed it back.

He knelt down to the ground with the prince, trying his best to block the wind and rain with his body.

Who hasn't had a time of despair and willfulness?

He also has times when he wants to give up his life.

But it didn't take long, the prince who was paralyzed on the ground slowly got up.

With the flash of thunder, he saw the silent and gentle profile of the young man who was kneeling aside, shielding him from the wind and rain with his body.

"Your name is Dugu Buqiu?" The prince asked seriously: "The word is correct, is it the Dugu family of Luoyang?"

Dugu Buqiu wiped off the rain on his face, raised the corners of his lips, and showed a bright smile: "Yes, Your Highness, Dugu Buqiu is willing to serve you."

The prince sat up straight and changed his solemn expression: "My future is unpredictable this time, and I may die. If you follow me, I'm afraid you will die quietly. Are you not afraid?"

"If you're afraid of death, you won't be here."

The morning light came out, and the rain gradually stopped.

Dugu Buqiu's snow-white teeth gleamed coldly: "Your Highness, you must believe in saints, and you must believe that if you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings."

The prince handed him his hand: "Help me up, let's move on."

"Are you married? Do you have any children? All my children suffer with me..."

The prince knocked his upper and lower teeth, and his consciousness began to blur.

Dugu Buqiu grabbed him again.

In the twilight of the morning light, a drop of rainwater slipped from the needles of the beech chestnut, and a long knife with a cold light pierced the cold wind and slashed straight at them.

　The monthly ticket is 210, and the next time is 240.

　　Speaking of starting point babies, there is a monthly ticket rebate activity in the book review area, follow the post first and then vote, I see you keep voting and not following the post, I am really anxious.

　　Then explain to the baby who is reading on qq that this activity is the activity fund given by the starting point, and it is not a petty favor.In the future, if I engage in activities by myself, both sides will be carried out at the same time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)