Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Brother, look, there are horses over there!" someone shouted from the sand bandit.

Meng Su slightly probed out and saw dozens of horses running across the meadow in the distance, and his heart moved slightly. If he stayed any longer, he would be found out. He didn't dare to think about the result.

"Good horse, let's get it back, brother." A sand bandit smiled while holding his pants.

"Okay!" The sand bandit leader yelled, and then took dozens of people on horseback to chase the horses.

"You stay here." Meng Sufu'er whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear.

What are you going to do? Ling Qingyu looked at him suspiciously.

Most of them have gone, so they can only take this opportunity to see if they can successfully **** the horse, or wait until the people come back. At dawn, the bun can't hide anyone, but Meng Su just shook her. Hand, whispered: "I'm going to grab a horse."

"Meng Su?" Ling Qingyu whispered unconsciously.

"Don't worry." Pressing her hand, tore half of the cloak to cover the hole behind, Meng Su crawled out of the mud bun.

The gray clothes he wore were originally designed to adapt to the color of the land here, and he leaned over the low bushes to hide some traces.

There were about twenty people left. Meng Sufu took a close look behind the bush, and then dived to the side of a drunk sand bandit on the left, hugged his head, twisted and squeaked. The sand bandit didn't make a sound and died out.

Meng Su concocted according to the law to kill the sand bandits scattered all around. At this time, the remaining dozen people gathered around the bonfire. Some people still screamed for their brothers to take off their pants.

Ling Qingyu’s riding skills belonged to the ability to sit on a horse and let the horse walk. Once he ran, he would definitely fall off. Therefore, two people could only ride a horse. Even if the horse was robbed, they would be overtaken by these people immediately. spell!

Set his mind, while those people were playing together, Meng Su touched his feet and rushed over.

The sand bandits never dreamed that someone would rush out. Unsuspectingly, they were knocked down by Meng Su. The rest of the people reacted quickly. They immediately picked up their weapons from their sides, spread them out, and surrounded Meng Su. .

"Oh, where did this come from?"

"It looks good, it looks energetic, come here and play for the Lord."

"Third brother! He killed my brother!" a younger sand bandit shouted and rushed forward.

Meng Su flashed sideways for a moment, and then severely slashed the sand bandit with the knife, knocking him to the ground.

"It's from Da Zhou." The sand bandits on all sides dimmed, and the herb-poured sand bandit smiled: "You have the courage to run here? Don't kill him, let me **** him later. !"

With a whistle, the sand bandits rushed up at the same time.

Ling Qingyu still couldn't help sticking his head out from behind the soil bag, just to see the dozen people rushing up, Meng Su Wei was not afraid, waving his long knife like the wind, fighting with those people.

It was a little far away, again at night, Ling Qingyu could not see very clearly, seeing that there were people falling down in the sand bandits, and Meng Su's figure was not so sharp at the beginning.

Can't help out? If someone catches him and threatens him, it would be a waste of help, but the remaining sand bandits are not easy to provoke at first sight. I am afraid that their skill will not be lower than Meng Su. Do you have to watch Meng Su with your own eyes? Su Luo lost?

Ling Qingyu fought in his heart, and then said to himself, don't be afraid, if you are caught, you can just not give them a chance to threaten him, but watching like this is absolutely impossible!

From the dead branches, he picked a handy wooden stick, Ling Qingyu draped the cloak on his body and crawled out quietly.

The Greatcloak was originally gray, but after such a tossing in the sandstorm, it has become yellow-gray. It just matches the color of the ground. The sand bandits by the bonfire are fighting against Meng Su wholeheartedly, and no one notices a bunch of suspicious things there. The yellow object slowly moved closer.

There were already a few colors on Meng Su's body, and there were still seven sand bandits on the opposite side. These sand bandits were all very skilled, and he couldn't find the flaws for a while.

"Good boy, cruel enough." The third brother spat and said to the sand bandits around: "Don't keep your hands, brothers, smash him!"

The three people in the front rushed up with their swords and sealed Meng Su's upper, middle and lower three lanes.

Meng Su gritted his teeth and ignored the two sides behind him. As soon as he lowered his body, he slashed across with a big knife, and then rolled on the ground.

The sand bandit's knife made a cut in his thigh, and his knife also slashed through the sand bandit's belly in front of him.

"It's pretty fast." The third brother said, not hesitating, he swung his knife and chased Meng Su who was still on the ground, seeing Meng Su weakly get up and was about to be hacked.

"There is a plane!" The sand bandit paused for a while with a yell, and then a dusty thing was covered.

The sand bandits who were catching up behind were all covered by the big cloak. The third brother was still stunned. Meng Su took the opportunity to jump up from the ground, and the long knife in his hand slashed across the third brother. The third brother’s sword was already cut off. There was no softness in eating pain, he still cut straight down, and ran across Meng Su's shoulder.

Meng Su succeeded with a single stroke and did not stop, and his body continued to rush towards the person behind the third brother who was covered by the cloak, which happened to be the case. The third brother's knife was only slashed across his shoulder instead of being hit.

Ling Qingyu’s big cloak was made by Yang Zhao deliberately sewn with mink fur. In order to fear that it would not be warm enough, the stitches were large and thick. At this time, the pockets were covered, and the three sand bandits did not break free for a while. The knife chopped off and fell to the ground.

The two sand bandits nearby were also taken aback by this change. At this time, they recovered. One pounced on Meng Su, and the other pounced and threw the cloak out, leaving a brocade robe shimmering in the moonlight. Bright Ling Qingyu.

Meng Su ignored the person who rushed towards him, and rushed to Ling Qingyu, and threw her to the ground before the sand bandit's knife arrived. The sound of the knife slashing on his back made Ling Qingyu awake suddenly, and then the long stick in his hand. He poked it out without hesitation, just poking in the sand bandit's eyes.

Meng Su pressed his hand on the ground and turned over. The long knife held the chasing knife, and then leaned forward. The long knife blade rubbed with a sharp noise, and quickly slashed across the opponent's blade and cut into the sand bandit's body. .

The sand bandit screamed, waving the long knife in his hand wildly. Meng Su had already circled his side, pushed the bandit back a few steps with his elbow, and fell into the bonfire.

Without stopping, Meng Su got up and chopped the sand bandit whose eyes had been blinded to the ground. Then he unhooked the reins of the two horses, turned on the horses, and stretched out his hand to Ling Qingyu, saying, "Quick."

Ling Qingyu stretched out his hand, Meng Su pulled her up, tore down the mess hanging on the saddle and threw it into the bonfire, then rode his horse to the opposite direction where the sand bandit went.

After galloping for a certain distance, Meng Su took Ling Qingyu to change to another horse, and then the long knife struck the original horse butt, and the horse ran away in another direction like crazy.

After galloping for another distance, seeing some low walls on the hills ahead that had been half-eroded by the wind, Meng Su jumped off the horse, helped Ling Qingyu down, and then processed the horse in the other direction.

Ling Qingyu knew that Meng Su's injury was definitely not minor, but at this time it was a question of nothing. He gritted his teeth and didn't speak. At this moment, after getting off the horse, he immediately framed his arm and asked: "Can you hold it?"

"Yes, go to the low wall, which is closer to the surrounding area." Meng Su shook his head to make himself more awake, said.

The place where he was holding his hand was wet, Ling Qingyu supported his body harder and walked towards the low wall.

The low walls are connected in one piece, and it is estimated that they were originally defensive fortifications, but they were too old and have been eroded by wind to leave only some ruins. Although they are ruins, they are much better than the flat and unobstructed meadows.

Finding a corner of the corner, Ling Qingyu helped Meng Su sit down, and then immediately went to collect dead branches. The Greatcloak had been thrown at the sand bandit camp, and now the clothes on both of them were very thin. It was late in the night and they had to start a fire, or they would freeze to death without waiting for others to find it.

Collected a large pile of dead branches and took it back to the corner to build a pile of firewood. Ling Qingyu said to Meng Su slyly, "I'm sorry, I'm going to trouble you to set the fire."

Meng Su smiled, took the fire fold from his pocket, lit the fire, the bonfire was lit, and a trace of warmth enveloped this small corner. Ling Qingyu sighed lightly and sat beside Meng Su.

"Let me see." Ling Qingyu asked Meng Su to turn around while taking the medicine bottle from his body.

Although there were a few injuries in front of him, they were not very serious. What Ling Qingyu was worried about was the knife he helped him with.

Meng Su hesitated, and turned around. There were two wounds on his back. One cut across the shoulder, the cut was not very deep, the other cut across the entire back, and the flesh and blood were turned out. It was terrifying. .

Ling Qingyu's face was a little pale, he closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the panic, and poured the powder on the wound.

"Does it hurt?" Ling Qingyu asked with some heartache when spreading out the powder carefully.

"It doesn't hurt," Meng Su replied, and said again: "Doctor Shi, this medicine is good, so it won't hurt after applying it."

No matter how good the medicine is, it’s impossible to wipe such a deep wound. I just don’t want to worry about it. He sighed. Ling Qingyu took off his brocade robe, tore the cotton underwear from the root of his thigh, and then tore it. Make a strip of cloth and bandage him.

"Master."

"Yeah." Ling Qingyu responded and put on the brocade robe. It was completely empty now, so cold.

"Don't hate me?"

"What?" Ling Qingyu turned his head in amazement, seeing that Meng Su had taken off his cotton trousers and cotton clothes.

"Don't dislike it, just put it on." Meng Su smiled and handed her the clothes. Although there was a big hole in the back of the cotton-padded jacket and the cotton trousers were pulled a few times, it was better than Ling Qingyu now having nothing inside.

There was only a single coat left on his body. After so much blood, his lips had turned black. Ling Qingyu said angrily: "Put it on, are you going to die?"

"What about you? Are you going to die?" Meng Su said with a faint smile without taking his hand back.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback, and Meng Su said again: "I am strong and there is fire here, so I am not afraid."

"Meng Su." Ling Qingyu squatted down and looked at him directly: "The two of us, if you have something in case, do you think I can get out of this sandy land alone?"

"Yes, Yan San and Du Ming must be looking for us. This is not far from Da Zhou. We will be able to find it tomorrow morning." Meng Su pulled her over, turned her cotton clothes upside down, and prepared. Put the cotton pants on her too.

"Meng Su, you can't be so cruel, can you let me watch you die?" Ling Qingyu pressed his hand, and couldn't help but bring a little sob in his voice.

"It's okay for me to freeze for a while. I have been in the northwest for so many years, and I have somewhat resisted it, but the master, can you survive it?" Meng Su did not move, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and forced her with one hand. Put on cotton pants.

Meng Su's body was much taller than Ling Qingyu, and those trousers were a little empty when they were worn, but even so, once they were worn, the warmth immediately made Ling Qingyu more comfortable.

"Offended." Meng Su loosened Ling Qingyu and sat aside.

Ling Qingyu gritted his teeth and took off the cotton coat.

"Even if you don't wear it, I won't wear it." Meng Su said lightly.

Ling Qingyu glared at him, spread the cotton-padded jacket on the ground, then took off the brocade robe, lay on the cotton-padded jacket, and said to Meng Su: "Come here."

Meng Su froze for a moment, then turned to see her naked upper body and turned her head away, her face was already red.

"Don't be fussy, come over and hug me." Ling Qingyu said, with a commanding tone in his words.

Meng Su froze for a moment, and then he understood what she meant. He hesitated. Seeing Ling Qingyu's appearance of you but I would freeze to death for you first, he smiled slightly, walked to her, lay down on his side, and then Taking the brocade robe from her hand over the two of them.

Although he shed so much blood, the young man's body temperature was still relatively high, and Ling Qingyu, who had been so cold that his lips were black, immediately stuck it on.

Meng Su untied his coat, and the coat was almost rotten. It can be said to be a cloth strip, so that his skin and her skin were attached to pass his body temperature.

The soft body was close, but Meng Su frowned unconsciously. This body was too cold. He lowered his head. From the gap in the brocade robe, he could just see the scar on Ling Qingyu’s right chest like a flower. The pupils suddenly shrank.

Ling Qingyu tightened the brocade robe, then handed over his waist, letting the two people's bodies close tightly, first he sighed comfortably, and Ling Qingyu suddenly chuckled.

"What's wrong?" Meng Su asked.

"It's okay." Ling Qingyu shook his head, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

"Huh?" Meng Su looked down at her. Staring at Ling Qingyu, he could only smile and said, "No, I just thought of it just now, if it were other women, I'm afraid...

Before she finished speaking, Meng Su probably understood what she meant, but his face turned red, but his hands quietly put his arms around her naked waist.

"Meng Su, don't worry, I won't let you be responsible." Ling Qingyu smiled while leaning on his shoulder.

I want to be responsible! Meng Su smiled bitterly, did not make a sound, but straightened his body to block the cold wind outside.