Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 639 Escape (12)

Avoiding Shen Jingshu's refusal hand, he put the clothes on her in two or three strokes.

Shen Jingshu frowned and was about to take off her clothes, but Murong Li held her hand down.

"I have internal energy to protect my body, so this cold wind is really nothing to me."

"You, on the other hand, have always been weak. It's freezing cold. Could it be that you want to become seriously ill from the cold and let me carry you on my back all the way?"

Hearing these words, Shen Jingshu became honest all of a sudden.

She didn't want Murong Li to be frozen, and she didn't want to be Murong Li's burden either.

Between Murong Li being frozen and being a burden to Murong Li herself, she believes that such a magical thing as inner strength has the effect of keeping out the cold.

After all, those martial arts novels are written like this, and masters are not afraid of the cold.

Although someone led the pursuers away, the two still dare not be careless.

After Shen Jingshu put on his clothes, the two immediately set off and walked along the south. They walked for a while, and Murong Li held Shen Jingshu in his arms for a while and jumped between the tree trunks.

About two quarters of an hour later, Murong Li suddenly heard a strange sound coming from behind, his arm holding Shen Jingshu tightened immediately, and he picked up the speed.

Sensing that something was wrong, Shen Jingshu turned around and looked behind him, vaguely seeing black shadows flickering among the intertwined branches, and slightly furrowed her eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, with so many people risking their lives to protect each other, these people still caught up so quickly.

Murong Li was already injured, and if he brought someone with him, no matter how fast he was chasing him and Shen Jingshu, he couldn't beat them.

Not long after, the pursuers came within ten feet of the two of them.

Raising his eyes and looking ahead, Murong Li drew out the sword at his waist, turned around and aimed at the person who was chasing him.

He made a quick and ruthless move, and hit the man in black directly at his vital point. The man was hit by a sword in his waist, his eyes widened, and he fell straight from the tree, dying with a "bang".

More people flocked to him, but Murong Li didn't like to fight, he turned around after forcing the first people back, and rushed forward with all his strength.

Shen Jingshu was held in his arms, blinked, and whispered in his ear: "Loosen your arms, I'll change the position."

The two had experienced similar dangerous situations before, and Murong Li immediately understood what Shen Jingshu was going to do, and loosened his arms slightly.

Shen Jingshu grabbed his shoulder and turned around, moved his arm to adjust the direction, and buckled the wrist switch with the other hand.

With a sound of "咻", the poisonous needle pierced through the wind and snow and shot the man in black. The man in black staggered in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a "boom". After a few convulsions, he quickly swallowed his breath.

The poisonous needle rang repeatedly, but the man in black was already on guard, dodging in the forest to avoid her poisonous needle.

Often more than ten needles are shot, but only two or three needles are hit, and only two or three people are recruited, with little effect.

Shen Jing gritted her teeth angrily.

However, although she was angry in her heart, she pulled the switch without any hesitation or hesitation.

Although the chance of being shot by the poisonous needle is low, it can at least play a certain role in intimidation, so that these pursuers dare not approach easily.

This is the only way she can think of to deal with these people.

It was broad daylight, it was snowy, and the formation of the pursuers was scattered. It was not like last time when she and Murong Li were chased and killed by Murong Jin's men at the border, they could use a large amount of poison.

In such a horrible weather, when the poison was thrown out, not to mention that these men in black immediately saw it and hid, but in such a strong snowstorm, the poisonous powder would be drenched on the ground immediately after being thrown out.

If it's a poison pill, then don't even think about it, the poison pill won't even explode when thrown into the snow.

(End of this chapter)