I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 37 Escape
Luming Mountain is lush with trees, colorful flowers and plants, and the solemn and simple temple is located on the mountainside.Before the Northern Kingdom moved its capital, Luming Temple already existed, and it is said that it has a history of hundreds of years.

The sunlight shone in the dense bamboo forest where Mu Shiyu was hiding, and scattered on the ground through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, like starlight, which was ever-changing.

I couldn't observe the specific situation of the temple, I could only hear some voices vaguely, but I couldn't make out what was being said.

There were only a few soldiers guarding the temple, and no other monks were seen, only the sound of chanting sutras came from the Buddhist hall in the middle.

Mu Shiyu approached the temple bit by bit, without being noticed, hid in the blind corner of the eaves of the wood house, tried to adjust the angle, and finally saw the scene in another courtyard.

Song Ran, wearing a gray monk's robe, fell to the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with broken bowls and black concoction scattered around him.

He tried to stand up and walked towards the middle room, but he was kicked away by the soldiers guarding the door, and a woman's screams were heard from inside the room.

"Chu Hua! You will die! Yuan'er will not let you go!!!"

"Really? But he still doesn't know your existence, hahahaha!!!" Chu Hua's perverted and crazy voice came from inside the room.

"Ah! Beast, I'm going to kill you! Kill you..." The sound of vomiting blood was accompanied by the sound of whipping, and the woman became more and more desperate.

Hearing this unimaginable relationship between the characters and the chaotic scene, Mu Shiyu's mind froze for a moment.

He took out the mask he bought last time from his sleeve and put it on his face, determined the positions of the soldiers, and approached them quietly.

"what!!!"

The screams came one after another.

Within a few breaths, all the soldiers outside the yard fell down, and before they could even pull out their swords, they were stabbed to death by Mu Shiyu.

Among the armies of the four major families of generals, the Chu family's army is the one they despise the most. They have a record of massacring the city four times because of their inhumanity, and death is not a pity.

Song Ran stared dumbfounded at the woman carrying the sword and walking towards the main house, who vaguely overlapped with the figure from last night, remembered something, and said eagerly:
"Run, there are masters around him!!!"

"Who?!!!" Chu Hua, who was in a state of excitement in the room, heard the movement and picked up the pants he had just taken off. His whole body was trembling with fat, and he took out the whistle in his arms and blew.

Hearing the whistle, Mu Shiyu kicked open the wooden door, his murderous intent spread, and he threw out the long sword. The silver-white sword pierced Chu Hua's whistle-blowing hand.

The hilt of the sword got stuck in the bone of his palm, and he was smashed against the wall with incomparable force.

"You!..." Chu Hua's huge body was hit, startled and angry, he almost couldn't lift it up in one breath, and passed out directly.

The scantily clad woman did not run away in a hurry, groped on the bed, quickly took out a jade pendant and rushed in front of Mu Shiyu, and stuffed the jade pendant into her hand with a begging face.

The eye sockets that had already shed tears were red, and her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't speak.

Mu Shiyu didn't know why, so he took the jade pendant, came to Chu Hua who had fainted from the pain, and pulled out the Frost Snow Sword expressionlessly.

The moment he turned around, he felt an extremely dangerous aura approaching, and the fallen leaves in the yard moved automatically without wind.

"Go, he's coming!"

Song Ran didn't dare to look inside the door, and stood at the door watching the wind, anxious.

Mu Shiyu wanted to take that woman with him, but he instinctively told her that the woman's identity was unusual.

But the will to survive was gone in the woman's eyes, she smiled and shook her head at Mu Shiyu, finally spoke, and knelt down in front of Mu Shiyu.

"I don't know if you are an enemy or a friend, please give the jade pendant to Yuan'er, don't hurt him, please..."

"But I'm not good at this kind of thing."

Mu Shiyu rejected the woman's request, took two steps forward, and under the woman's astonished gaze, knocked her unconscious with a palm.

"Song Ran, come in and go from the back."

Mu Shiyu wrapped her in a dress casually, and led her to escape towards the back window. Fortunately, she was thin enough, so light that it seemed that only the skeleton was left, so it was not difficult to carry her.

Enduring the severe pain in his body, Song Ran quickly followed Mu Shiyu, and fled to a trail in the steep Luming Mountain.

Mu Shiyu had already been waiting on the path, and when he saw Song Ran's body covered in bruises, it hurt to see him, but it was a bit funny, so he asked a question in time.

"who is she?"

"Her... huh... huh... her name is Lian Xin, and she is Chu Yuan's mother."

Song Ran couldn't breathe evenly, and was extremely tired, but still had to keep up with Mu Shiyu.

"Me too... Huh... I just found out today."

A gust of wind blew up, and countless bamboo leaves hit Mu Shiyu and Song Ran like needles. Frost and Snow sword came out, and the zhenqi barrier sacrificed was difficult to resist this overbearing attack.

"Song Ran, you take her to the city gate and shout Qin Su's name."

"Okay! You hold on!"

Song Ran also knew that she couldn't hold back, so she gritted her teeth and ran towards the gate of Shengjing City in the distance with Lian Xin on her back.

A few afterimages flitted across the mountains, and the birds hiding in the forest were frightened, flapping their wings and fleeing in all directions. An old man with a white beard in a gray cloak appeared in front of Mu Shiyu.

"At a young age, the lightness kung fu is pretty good."

As soon as the gray-robed old man appeared, Mu Shiyu understood that the difference in strength between the two was like a gap.

As she expected, Chu Hua really had his hole cards.

The only thing that can win a chance of survival is lightness kung fu, Mu Shiyu was not stupid enough to chat with the gray-robed old man, and took out two one-leaf blinding pills from his arms and threw them at the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man didn't expect her to make this move, and when the white smoke dissipated, Mu Shiyu had disappeared.

Mu Shiyu, whose life was threatened, used his lightness skills to the extreme. In order to prevent the old man from discovering Song Ran and the others, he bypassed the road at the city gate and flew towards the Linxian Pavilion of Wangyue Lake.

Fast, faster ...

Mu Shiyu kept breaking through his own limits, and a trace of blood was already overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The gray-robed old man's lightness kung fu was not weak, but he was like a cat teasing a mouse. During the chase, he manipulated stones and fallen leaves, accidentally hurting Mu Shiyu.

Moon Lake is in front of you, and the Linxian Pavilion in the center of the lake is surrounded by flowers that bloom in March. It is still so beautiful without the lights at night.

The gray-robed old man sensed something, and stopped on the lake a hundred meters away from Linxiange, his old bark-like face showed no joy or anger.

"Little girl, do you think someone will protect you?"

The auras in the dark that even scared him did not show up, the gray-robed old man's murderous intent burst out, and several water-condensed swords stabbed at Mu Shiyu.

Mu Shiyu landed at the entrance of Linxiang Pavilion, turned around and tried her best to block the other deadly water swords with the Frost Snow Sword, and the remaining water sword pierced her shoulder.

Mu Shiyu gritted her teeth in pain, sweated profusely from the pain, and her hair was messily stuck to her forehead. What shocked her was that the strength that could have penetrated her suddenly disappeared.

A chilling aura appeared, and the water sword slowly left her body, flew backwards at a faster speed, and pierced the gray-robed old man's forehead with even more devastating power.

"puff!!!"

The gray-robed old man who had killed Mu Shiyu just now sank into the water, dying with regret.

Mu Shiyu was exhausted, sniffing the fragrance brought by the wind, turned around with difficulty, and looked up.

He Lianchuan stood on the third floor of Linxian Pavilion, wearing the familiar mask and the gorgeous dark blue robe, with his hands behind his back, showing no expression.

Mu Shiyu knew that he was not the one who did it.

At the gate of Linxian Pavilion, an extremely ordinary white-haired old man was carefully cleaning up the water stains on the ground with a mop, as if he didn't notice what happened just now.

"thanks……"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Shiyu lost control of his body, and the world in front of him gradually turned black, as if falling into an endless abyss, which made people feel frightened.

But the tall figure on the third floor gave her an unprecedented sense of security, and she fell down with confidence.

(End of this chapter)