Chasing King

Yan Sikong was stunned and suddenly raised his head. It was the voice of fenghun?!

With this howl, all over the mountains and fields sounded the landing wolf howl, as if inspired, gathered in groups. The voice was deep and cold, like the groan of a murderous ghost. Even if it was day, it was still chilling.

Then, the sound of fear came from overhead. Although they could not understand Nuzhen language, they could hear fear.

For thousands of years, Jin people have been born together with animals in the vast grassland. They know more about wolves than anyone else.

A wolf came down from the mountain.

It is as big as a lion tiger, with golden light armor covering half of its eyes on its face. Its gray black, strong and soft fur dances in the cold wind. Its speed is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. It is like a wisp of ghost floating on the snow. Behind it, groups of wolves, with hundreds of them, gallop down from the top of the mountain with arrows.

It is like a beast from the sky, and like a king who conquers the world. At this time, it with its soldiers rushed to the battlefield!

The Jin soldiers shot their arrows in horror, but they couldn't stop the wolves from descending the mountain.

The wolves rushed into the camp of Jinbing, and their shrill cries echoed in the valley. The battle between man and wolf, the tearing of skin and flesh, the fracture of muscles and bones, the splash of flesh and blood, the horror of the scene, is unforgettable.

Yan Sikong recovered from the shock and roared: "attack -"

people and wolves kept falling from the low cliff. With the help of the wolves, the Feng family army climbed up the low cliff one after another and the Jedi fought back.

Yan Sikong patted Feng Ye's face and said in a trembling voice: "Feng Ye, the soul has come to save us. Hold on, the soul has come to save us. Do you hear me?" "Where are the military doctors?" he roared

A pawn trembled and said: "military doctor, military doctor has..."

"Bring the medicine box!"

Fengye's chest was full of blood bubbles. The arrow ran through the center of his chest, almost fatal, and it was impossible to support him back to Guangning.

The soldier carried the medicine box over, and Yan Sikong ordered, "make a fire! Send for help at once

The corner of Fengye's mouth is full of blood, and Yan Sikong's hands are full of it. Yan Sikong only feels that his eyes are blurred, so he can only stretch out his hand to wipe it, but he wipes all the warm blood on his face.

This is Fengye's blood. This is Fengye's blood.

Feng Ye half opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sikong. He seemed to want to say something, but he just coughed up more blood.

"Don't talk, don't die." Yan Sikong bit the corner of his mouth and forced himself to calm down with pain. He cut off the tail of the arrow with one sword and took off the chest armor of Fengye carefully.

The soldiers lit a fire and tried to warm Fengye's body.

Yan Sikong cuts the clothes on Feng Ye's chest with his sword, exposing the ferocious wound. Looking at the skin and blood red, Yan Sikong feels a sharp pain in his chest, as if the arrow is in his heart.

Feng Ye could not speak, and his eyes became more and more turbid. His body became colder and colder. Even if there was fire on one side, he could not warm him at all. He trembled and slowly raised his hand, and weakly grabbed Yan Sikong's sleeve. His eyes were full of pain and desire.

Yan Sikong grasped the handle of the arrow in one hand and held his hand in the other. He choked: "Feng Ye, listen up, you are the wolf king. You may die, but it's not today, it's not here, it's not in the hands of barbarians. You must live."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong without blinking, even refused to close his eyes, for fear that in the blink of an eye, people would disappear. He just looked at Yan Sikong and nodded his chin slightly.

Yan Sikong clenched his teeth and jerked his sword handle upward, leaving a blood hole in his strong chest.

Feng Ye's throat gave out a cry of agony like death, and his body convulsed violently.

Yan Sikong threw away the broken arrow, took out the silver needle from the medicine box, quickly inserted it into the acupoints around the wound, and sprinkled the hemostatic powder.

Looking at the bleeding, Yan Sikong was desperate. He just learned a little bit of medical skills with his mother when he was a child. He was better at diagnosing horses than treating people. It was thirty miles away from Guangning. If he could not stop the bleeding at this time, Fengye would never be able to return to Guangning alive.

Feng Ye's face is as white as paper, and his consciousness is more and more blurred. He uses the last strength of his body to hold Yan Sikong's hand.

If he is going to die now, at least he will die in Yan Sikong's arms. He will engrave this person deeply in his mind. If there is an afterlife, an afterlife, and a life after life, he will find Yan Sikong, just for the next life. They don't have to suffer so much, they can Hand in hand.

Yan Sikong holds Fengye in his arms and tears like rain. He prays to God and all gods. As long as Fengye can survive, he is willing to exchange anything, even his life.

There were two lines of tears in Feng Ye's eyes.

At this time, the voice of the approaching army came from outside the pass, and the land at the foot was also shaking. At the next moment, the wolf flag of Fengjia appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"General que, it's general que!" Cried the soldiers with wild joy.The golden man immediately sounded the retreat drum.

Yan Sikong cried despairingly: "let que forget to come and save the wolf king, quick!"

Xu Feng divided half of his troops to chase the deserters, while yuan Nanyu rode over. When he saw Feng Ye's injury, his face suddenly changed.

Yan Sikong looks up at yuan Nanyu, almost speechless in pain.

Yuan Nanyu turns over and dismounts. He grabs Feng Ye's wrist and explores his pulse. His eyes fade gradually.

"Yu'er..." Yan Sikong's voice was shaking out of shape.

Yuan Nanyu immediately took off her helmet, pulled out her hairpin, and her long hair poured down. The hairpin was inlaid with a piece of tubular jade ornament, which was only thick with his thumb. He threw the hairpin on the ground and smashed it down with one blow. The jade ornament was broken into two pieces.

Yan think empty set gold a look, jade ornaments clearly hidden in a purple to Dan medicine.

Yuan Nanyu picked up the pill carefully and said in a soft voice: "this is the Xuantian pill that the master left me. It's only given to the direct disciples by the medicine valley. It's very difficult to master one pill. There are only three pills in the world. This pill is a divine thing and can keep his heart." With that, he did not hesitate to feed the medicine into Fengye's mouth, and obeyed it with Mabei powder.

Feng Ye is still twitching. Yan Sikong has to hold him hard.

Not long after taking the pill, Feng Ye's convulsions miraculously subsided. He always looked at Yan Sikong until he lost his focus and completely fainted.

"Can this medicine save him?" Yan Si said in a dumb voice.

Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice: "second brother, there's only one breath left in Fengye. This medicine can only temporarily hang his life. I'll send someone to the medicine Valley immediately to invite my master out of the mountain." He said hastily, "I can't stay here long. I have to go back to the city immediately." He ordered the carriage to come.

Several people work together to carry Fengye onto the carriage carefully.

Yan Sikong murmured: "come back to the city quickly, quickly..." He suddenly remembered something, "soul..."

"What?"

"Soul Yan Sikong staggered to get up from the ground, "you take Fengye back to the city!" He pulled out his feet and ran to the battlefield where the corpses filled the field.

"Soul! Soul Yan Sikong called and anxiously looked for it. He grabbed a pawn by his side and said, "go to find the wolf king's wolf, everyone will go to find it!"

There are countless corpses lying on the ground, some of them are human, some of them are wolves, some of them are still alive, some of them are stiff, some of them are still alive, they are breathing with empty eyes, waiting for the final arrival of death.

Yan Sikong clenched his fist and yelled "soul".

"General, found it!" A soldier yelled on the low cliff.

Yan Sikong climbed to the low cliff and saw the corpses of man and wolf lying in front of him. He saw the one eyed wolf with three arrows on its body and knife wounds on its back. Bingyao's fur was covered with black and red blood, which had condensed into ice.

It fell to the ground feebly, and several wolves were wailing around it, licking its wound.

"Soul son -"

Yan Sikong rushed over and knelt down in front of Feng Hun. One of Feng Hun's eyes moved and his blue and white pupil calmly looked at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong stroked its fur tremblingly.

Feng soul gently "Wu" a, unexpectedly struggling to still want to get up, but can only shake the paw.

"Fengye Live. " Yan Sikong choked, "he's alive, because you saved him, soul, you can't die, you can't die..."

Fenghun no longer struggled, but stretched out his tongue and gently licked Yan Sikong's hand.

The tongue is warm, is the temperature of life, not afraid of the cold winter.

Yan Sikong wiped his face and checked the wounds of fenghun. The wounds were not in the fatal position, but there was too much blood. He roared for someone and carried fenghun onto the carriage.

Yan Sikong's heart has a voice in the crazy cry: don't die, don't die, don't leave me, please, don't leave me one by one.