Seeing the sharp arrow flying straight towards the man's back heart, the man rode his horse, as if he was unconscious. As he saw the arrow reaching the man's back heart, he saw the man picking up his back hand, as if his eyes were on his back, he immediately pinched the arrow shaft, held the arrow in his hand, glanced at the man and woman and smiled, but the horse kept running forward.

The man and woman immediately changed their faces. The man snorted, and the woman shouted softly, turned her horse's head and rode her horse to chase her. She bent her bow and arrows at the horse, and she swung her whistle and swished her two sharp arrows, and the other arrow shot towards the horse under the man's seat.

The man had always had a smile on his face, but a hint of anger flashed across his face. He held the horse's head with one hand and waved the other hand. The arrow in his hand flew out and flew out towards the two arrows. Halfway through the way, he suddenly turned two sections from the middle and met the two arrows. After two light sounds, each arrow fell into the snow with a broken arrow.

At this time, the man and the woman had already chased the man and saw the situation in front of her, and she couldn't help but be stunned and her face changed drastically.

The man held a bow in one hand and pulled out the short knife from his waist with the other hand, staring at the man coldly with a blade-like gaze.

The woman bent her bow and arrow, aimed at the man, but she didn't rush to shoot, but just stared at the man coldly.

The murderous aura suddenly arose.

Is this cold sky full of snow and such vast wilderness a solemn weather?

At this place, is it normal to kill someone at this time?

I saw the man holding the horse's reins in one hand, gently stroke the horse's head with the other, and said softly: "Little donkey, good donkey, didn't scare you just now?"

The man was angry at first, but seeing his appearance as if he was acting like a ghost, he calmed down, stared at the man, and said coldly: "Dropping off the horse and dying, keeping your entire body!"

The voice is cold and the murderous aura is even more serious.

The man seemed to have not heard it, and still whispered to the horse: "Little donkey, good donkey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, with me here, no one in this world can hurt you at all. It's not ferocious, and I can't do it either!"

The man's face became chilling. He took a deep breath and tightened his hand holding the knife, but the hand holding the bow loosened.

The man still seemed to be unconsciously leaning down and putting his face on the horse's head, as if comforting the horse.

A cold light shot out from the man's eyes, and the blue veins in his hand holding the knife burst out, and he was about to take action.

At this moment, the woman said coldly: "You killed those people?" Although her tone was cold, her voice was very crisp.

The man raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the woman. He saw her bent her bow and arrow, and she was about to shoot. After so long, her gestures were as steady as before, with her hands not shaking at all, and her posture did not change at all.

The man showed murderous aura on his face, stared at the woman, and said coldly: "Why did you attack my little donkey just now?"

The woman saw that there was obviously a horse under his seat, but she heard that he wanted to call him "Little Donkey". She couldn't help but be amused and said coldly: "Click the horse first!"

The man furiously said, "No, it is obviously a donkey, why do you call a horse? Besides, it didn't mess with you, why do you want to attack it?"

The woman said coldly: "It's neither a donkey nor a horse, what's the point of killing?"

The man's eyes were full of coldness, but he smiled and said, "Are you not tired like this?"

The woman snorted coldly.

The man said lightly: "It is like jumping if you lead but don't trigger it."

The woman's face changed, her hands shook, and a sharp arrow flew out from her bow and shot into the man's eyebrows.

The man's face was full of anger, jumped up from the horse's back, rushed towards the man, bowed his left and right sword, waved his left long bow into the man's throat, and stabbed his right sword in his chest.

The man sat upright and did not move immediately, with a sarcastic look on his face, stretched out his hands, each with one finger, bending his finger, and two strong winds shot out. The man felt a sensation of dividends piercing into his chest, a pain in his heart, a sweet throat, and a large mouthful of blood opened. His body fell from the air, fell on the snow with a slap, and fainted.

At this moment, the arrow had already reached the man's eyes, and the man opened his mouth and blew it, and a stream of air flowed out to meet the arrow. The arrow immediately retreated and flew backwards, and shot on the longbow in the woman's hand with a snap. The cowhide longbow broke into two pieces. The woman's arms were numb, her hands loosened, and the two pieces of bow fell to the ground.

The woman was stunned for a moment, rushed over from the horse, arrived at the man, reached out and picked up the man, and shouted loudly, "Honey, Hunter!" The man's face was as white as paper, motionless.

The woman shook the man's body and cried, "Honey, wake up, wake up, you..." The man still didn't move, his face was as white as white paper, better than white snow.

The man sat upright and looked coldly, silently.

The woman gritted her teeth, put down the man in her arms, pulled out the short knife from her waist, held the knife, stared at the man, and walked forward step by step.

The man sat upright and said lightly: "He can't die."

The woman was stunned, stopped, stared at the man, and hissed: "What did you say, you..."

The man sighed, narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Because I will save him."

The woman was stunned again, loosened her hand, and fell to the ground with a short knife. Then she plopped, fell to her knees and said in a trembling voice: "Please save him! Please, please..."

The man said lightly: "I will save him, you don't need to ask for it."

The woman's eyes showed ecstasy expression, and she kowtowed heavily, raised her head, looked at the man firmly, and pursed her lips tightly.

The man sighed again, jumped up from the horse, and flew towards the man on the ground. He did not fall to the ground, and slapped his palms on the man's head, slapped his palm on the man's body, and took advantage of the situation and flew backwards backwards and landed steadily.

These few times, the rabbits were extremely fast. Before the woman could react, the man had already rescued him. If he had not seen him personally, it would have seemed that the man had never taken action.

The woman was stunned, then reacted, turned around and rushed towards the man, picked up his body, and shouted: "Honey, Hunter..."

The man moved his body, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the woman, his lips moved, but he could not make any sound.

The woman cried, "Mr., you're awake, you're awake..."

The man immediately sighed, stared at the woman, and said coldly: "Don't cry, he's fine."

The woman hugged the man tightly, raised her head, and said with tears in her eyes: "You injured him, and now you have saved him again, I still want to thank you!"
Chapter completed!