Chapter 43: The Meadow's Sudden Change

Sean knew that he was finished. After landing, he relied on decades of experience and the decaying leaves for many years, barely covered his smell and escaped silently outside the forest.

Since Fan Xian and the seven masters were able to follow him all the time to cross the reeds on the lakeside to the forest, he must have some kind of thread that the other party could control - Sean blocked his hand on his lips and forced himself to suppress the urge to cough. After twenty years of prison life, his heart veins have been damaged. At the distance from the tree, he could even clearly and sadly feel that his brain was actually slower than his body.

If it were twenty years ago, he believed that he could easily kill Fan Xian during that period. Even if there were the seven masters who used the long sword under the tree, as long as he was accompanied by this familiar North Sea fog, Sean still had strong confidence and could easily escape.

But...everyone has the day when they grow old.

The bloody mouth on the shoulder could not be stopped at all. The strange dagger in Fan Xian's hand was a bit strange, and blood kept flowing out. Sean felt weak, but a smile appeared in his eyes that seemed to have seen through something. He tore off a piece of clothing, turned one hand, and pressed the bloody mouth.

His kneecap was also broken into several large pieces, and the severe pain stimulated his mind, making the old secret probe still walk through the thick fog.

After falling from the tree, the snow-like light of the leader of the Tiger Guard, Gundam, cut his abdomen. Although he was very quick to avoid it, he still couldn't stop the flesh marks from that place gradually expanded, and the black clothes gradually turned into blood clothes.

Although Sean suffered a lot and severe injuries, what really made him feel irresistible was the fine needle on his neck. He didn't dare to pull it out, not knowing the consequences. He just felt that his blood was gradually condensed and his speed of moving forward slowed down.

His pale and old hands still firmly took out the mushrooms from the tree, chewed them a few times, and then swallowed them. This redwood can replenish blood and disinfect them. This short fir forest was a place he was familiar with decades ago, so he chose to escape from here, but unexpectedly he still did not escape the young man's means.

The sky gradually became brighter, but the thick fog still did not dissipate. The white morning light dissipated in the mist, emitting a holy smell.

Blood finally dripped from the old man's body. Although the sound of falling onto the mud was subtle, he knew that the young men were following him like lurking tigers, and might rush out at any time, but he didn't know why the other party didn't take action.

But Sean knew that he was... finished.

I don’t know what kind of power it is. The old man who has been tortured for twenty years and suffered several more severe injuries today has supported his body, crossed the low fir forest covered with thick fog, climbed the mountain. Walking on the extremely vast and slightly wet meadow, he finally saw the land belonging to the Northern Qi Dynasty.

The town called Wuduhe was shining with a few lights in the distant sunshine. Sean sighed. He sat down with some depressedness and weakness, and used his hand to move his right leg, whose knee had broken knees, to the left, and coughed twice.

The reflective ground in that town was glazed tiles. Although it was in the countryside, it was impossible to use glass, and by reason, Shaun knew many years ago that there was a glazed factory more than ten miles behind the town. Later, after it was dilapidated, the people in the town picked up some fragments and placed them on the roof of their own houses.

People in any time and place always need to arrange some light for themselves in the dark world.

The same is true for Sean. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the shiny little fragments. He thought that more than twenty years have passed. The town seems to have not changed much.

On the grassland outside the town, a fight had already ended. The team that came to pick up Sean was slaughtered. There were about 200 black cavalrymen standing on one side of the grassland like a black wall without a rest. Several black cavalrymen were walking through the pool of blood on the battlefield. Seeing that there were still resting enemies, they made up a knife, and the sound of muffled sounds kept making on the battlefield.

"Those young people who fell in the meadow's blood should be Hu'er's subordinates, right?"

Sean squinted his eyes and looked at the scene in the place. He suddenly felt a little tired and coughed again. He had already fully understood Fan Xian's plan. Although the beautiful young man still lacked a lot of experience, he was successful in his courage to take action. The other party kept chasing him and coming to Wudu River, so he naturally wanted to frame the soldiers of the Northern Qi who died tragically under the meadow.

A slender dagger was handed over quietly, and the chill attached to it made some goose bumps on the back of the old man's neck.

"You are not as strong as I imagined." Fan Xian's voice sounded from behind him calmly.

Sean pursed his dry lips, smiled bitterly and said, "I am not as strong as I imagined."

"Based on your experience, it should not be difficult to tell that this is a trap, why do you still have to jump down?" This is the thing that Fan Xian couldn't understand the most during his overnight tracking.

Sean did not answer him, but was silent, not telling the young man that he remembered a little girl and a temple because of Wang Qinian's inadvertent words.

"Why don't you do it?" Sean was a little cold and looked at the extremely quiet town ahead and said, "You and I are both people in this business. You should know what happens as long as you delay, the more likely it is to create variables."

"I just suddenly felt that I had made a mistake." The dagger in Fan Xian's hand tightened, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes exposed outside the black cloth. "I thought the eldest princess would send someone to pick you up, but I didn't expect that he was just from the Northern Qi people."

"I don't know any eldest princess." Sean seemed to have already put life and death aside at this time, and just took a deep breath of the fresh air on the meadow. He hadn't smelled such a natural smell for many years. In the prison of the Supervision Bureau, all he could smell was the smell of rust and hay. After smelling it for so many years, he was really tired of it. He was tired and tired.

Fan Xian suddenly felt something strange, and his eyes stared at the back of the old man's head like a knife.

"I remind you again that since you want to kill me and choose this border, it is best to start immediately, and to frame the prisoners below." Sean said coldly: "Otherwise, the reception staff of the pseudo-Qi Dynasty will arrive, and if you want to kill me again, you must consider the life and death of your colleague."

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. The plan to kill Sean on the border was originally a risk, to be precise, it was a risk of Yan Bingyun's life. Since the Northern Qi general Uesugi Hu sent someone to pick up Sean to escape, then the death of Sean during the chaos should be a reason why the young emperor of Northern Qi could accept it and must accept it. The key is that there is always a strong military force behind the regiment that the Qing Kingdom was relied on. But what disappointed Fan Xian was that the army of Yan Xiaoyi did not appear on the battlefield. If the eldest princess could not be killed in secret, what was the point of killing Sean?

Not sure what he thought of, Fan Xian held the dagger's fingers and exerted a little force. His knuckles looked slightly blue and white.

"Why do you always think I am still a tiger?" Sean did not look back, nor looked down at the tip of the sticking knife, and said to himself with a smile: "I am just a toothless tiger, but I only know something that others don't know. So I can survive until now. In Qingguo, I am a prisoner. In fact, when I returned to the north and was still a prisoner in the pseudo-Qi Dynasty, I naturally have to fight. People who live to my age are not afraid of death... but I am afraid of not having freedom."

"I may understand one thing, why President Chen is willing to send you back to China and ask me to kill you again." Fan Xian seemed to not care about Sean's reminder at all, and still seemed to say something like Rosso, "This is a trial. Mr. Xiao also said that I have a good talent and strong strength, but I have never challenged a real strong man alone. You are the first real strong man to challenge in my life."

Sean shook his head and still kept sitting in the house looking at his hometown: "No. I am no longer a strong man, I am just bluffing people all the way. As for Chen Pingping..." The old man suddenly laughed with extreme resentment and pleasure: "He actually... didn't know anything. He only knew that he could not kill me, so he had to lock me up, but he didn't know why he couldn't kill me, and he didn't know what he should know from me. He claimed to be conspiring to plot against the world, but in fact he was a pitiful little fool!"

The old man was very excited to speak and coughed. The wound had already broken, and blood flew around and fell onto the fresh grass.

Somewhere in the grass shook slightly in the wind.

"What's your secret?" Fan Xian looked expressionless, but quietly turned his direction: "What do you know?"

"I have been locked up for twenty years, but I didn't say anything. Even Chen Pingping lost her patience and took me out as your adult trial prey." Sean laughed and said, "Will I tell you this yellow-haired boy at this time?"

"You are not even afraid of death, why don't you dare tell that secret?"

"There are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death."

Fan Xian sighed and noticed that the seven long swords behind him had secretly escaped near. He smiled slightly and turned his head to the right to look at the neatly lined up black cavalry in the distance, with great intentions.

Suddenly! He stepped on the meadow without any warning, and his body had already slid to the left. A poisonous needle came out of his hand and stabbed into the grass with a sneer!

His people had already reached mid-air, as if dancing towards the air. The slender dagger in his hand stabbed straight like a pitch-black poisonous snake, and it was extremely straight, buzzing through the air, which really condensed all the domineering true energy in his body!

Previously, the seven tiger guards had secretly occupied the favorable terrain. Fan Xian suddenly attacked, and the seven long swords cooperated very tacitly to attack the grass, hitting several stalls of white snow, and the light was dazzling!
Chapter completed!