Chapter 0087 Saints and girls

Zhuo Bofan was stunned. The little bell didn't ask herself why she was unconscious all the way. At this time, she said her own guess and then nodded and said, "Yes, they will definitely not let me go. I'm going out of the city and follow you, I'm afraid it will implict you." What Zhuo Fan didn't say is that a person's goal is small, the sky and the earth are big, and he can't find himself.

The little bell lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said firmly, "I, run with you."

"Uh," Zhuo Bofan was stunned and waved his hand and said, "No, it will be dangerous with me." It is a question whether she can get out of the city gate with a woman from the Western Regions.

"No, I will be responsible for you to the end." With that, the little bell shook his little fist firmly.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to say, "Your goal is too big."

The little bell looked at his dress and nodded and said, "Wait for a while. Don't let me go by yourself, or I will scream!" Humph!" After saying that, he turned around and ran back to his room.

Zhuobufan really dares not run. This girl doesn't seem to know anything, but she is straightforward and cute. If she doesn't see herself, she may really be able to find people all over the world.

Without many meetings, a thin man ran back and saw a plain dress in Hanfu, a small floral cloth turban on his head, and a complete dress of a Han daughter-in-law. Even the exotic leather boots were replaced with small flower shoes with Dahua's characteristic hard cloth soles. Carrying a small package, I don't know whether to go back to my mother's house or my mother-in-law's house.

"Is it okay?" Xiaoling said with a smile.

Zhuo Fan looked at it and looked like him. He raised his thumb and said, "Yes, but..." With that, he pointed to the scarf still worn by the little bell. Han women rarely wore this kind of scarf, except for those female flying thieves.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoling hesitated, but when he saw Zhuo Fan proudly turning around to leave, he shouted cruelly, "Anyway, I will take you as my husband, so it's okay for you to have a look."

Zhuo Fan, who turned around at the sound, was suddenly stunned when he saw the face scarf that had never been removed from his face. So beautiful.

Different from all the Han beauties I have seen, the skin is white and the nose is straight. With the sapphire-clear night, it can't hide the beautiful big eyes. The match is simply perfect.

"Look, what are you looking at?" Little Bell's shy and coquettish words are very characteristic of Han women.

"But, I still can't. It's really dangerous to follow me, girl." Zhuo Fan was very helpless.

"Don't be afraid, I'm responsible. I'm very powerful. Protect you!"

"Uh..."

With the cover of the night, Zhuo extraordinary's small bell covered with a headscarf unexpectedly left the city before the gate closed and fled for his life along the post road to the east.

Taiyuan Mansion was fine overnight. Early the next morning, the tribute convoy exploded. Then, the accompanying guards found a message in the small bell room. Only then did they know that the girl took the lead and rushed to the capital with Zhuo Fanfan. Er, I'm afraid he was abducted by the beautiful man with a bad smile, but it's useless to worry, so I have to hurry on the road, hoping to arrive in the capital earlier to find it.

Not long after the jade tribute came out of the east gate, on the wild mountain in the suburbs, the scar face was riding on the horse. Seeing the slow convoy passing under the mountain, with a wave of his hand, more than 50 long knives gushed out from the mountain, far behind the convoy, slowly heading east.

The sun gradually became enthusiastic. Dozens of miles ahead, under a big tree on the roadside, Zhuo Fan suddenly woke up from his dream. After walking in the middle of the night, the two finally couldn't stand finding a place by the roadside and fell asleep. Well, why is the soft bullet behind his head so comfortable? Zhuo Fan turned his face and suddenly fell into the hill. He was suddenly shocked, but he didn't know when he was actually held in his arms by the little bell. Looking at the sleeping bell, Zhuo Fan was a little moved. The little girl was really like the mother of a person in charge at this time, making herself unable to laugh or cry. He smirked and ran away from the unhealthy idea in his mind. Zhuo Fan sat gently next to the little bell and slowly held her in his arms. The little bell drilled comfortably twice, and the little face in his sleep showed a smile.

"Damn, I found that I have the potential to become a saint." Zhuo Fan said one after another. He didn't know whether he was blaming himself or praising himself. He hugged the small bell with the strange fragrance of the Western Regions in his arms and leaned against the tree to sleep in his cage again. It was really tiring to rush to the night road.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuo Fan woke up again, and a clear cow bell came from his ears. It was surrounded by a low but beautiful hill, and the cow bell could come from far away.

Zhuo Bofan suddenly remembered his current situation, quickly woke up the little bell that could sleep better than himself, and pulled her to the nearby mountain forest. The little bell was still rubbing his eyes, wondering why he was holding Zhuo extraordinary responsibly. When the two had just rushed into the mountains and forests, the shadow of the tribute motorcade had appeared in the distance.

When Zhuo Fan took the little bell and ran to the mountainside breathlessly, the ox cart had just arrived at the place where he and the little bell were sleepy. Zhuo Fan, who is halfway up the mountain, can easily see the tracker slowly accelerating in the distance behind.

"It's not good," Zhuo Fan said secretly that the other party was really going to do it. Hopefully, they will not kill the Gong team, and when the little bell saw Zhuo's extraordinary look, he naturally understood that the team of pursuers had appeared in the vision of the Gong team, with a murderous spirit.

It's not far away. Zhuo Bufan signaled the little bell not to make a sound and hid in the mountains and forests to peep.

The tribute team found that this team had bad intentions and immediately stopped. More than a dozen machete guards pressed the handle of the knife and were nervous and alert. When the horse team surrounded the motorcade, they immediately pulled out the machete. Obviously, the other party's target was their own line.

Without waiting for the tribute motorcade to ask, a masked man who seemed to be the leader shouted loudly, "Those who obey will die!"

Not to mention those tributes in the Western Regions who don't know who the Eight Kings are, even the extraordinary on the mountain doesn't know, but secretly remembers it in their hearts. But everyone understood the second half of the sentence, but no one put down the machete and still confronted each other, but the power gap between the two sides was so great that they could not escape slaughter if they really resisted. Strangely, the masked man, regardless of the guards, rode around the motorcade, as if looking for something. Suddenly, the masked man said angrily, "Where is that Han man? And why is that woman gone?

Zhuo extraordinary secretly said that he really came for himself, but he was afraid that if he could not find himself, he would be angry with these Westerners.

Sure enough, after repeated incongivable questions, the masked man suddenly drew his knife. A driver screamed and rolled down from the ox cart, and the blood immediately stained the ground red. The machet guards shouted, and the people of the motorcade immediately formed a circle and set it into a strange circular defense array, with more than a dozen machetes outside.

The masked man suddenly laughed and whistled, and more than 50 strong red rope bows appeared, full of bows and arrows, staring at the crowd. Those Westerners showed desperate expressions on their faces. I'm afraid they can't fight even if they try their best.

"The person you are looking for has left early, and it's useless to kill us!" Suddenly, someone in the convoy shouted.

"Are you leaving? When did you leave and where did you go!" The masked man asked.

"Last night, I left and headed north, ready to leave the customs and return to my hometown. The Han man was infatuated with my girl's beauty and also left with her."

The masked man looked at the north and suddenly laughed again. The strong bow in his hand suddenly shot out, and the talking old man fell to the ground with a hisss and saw that he was not alive.

"Ah," the little bell beside Zhuo Fan suddenly screamed, and a series of exotic words came out anxiously. Obviously, the old man had an unusual relationship with her.

Zhuo Bofan shouted badly. He pulled up the little bell and spread his feet and ran to the mountain. Sure enough, this crisp female voice immediately attracted the attention of masked Chinese characters. Looking back, he saw Zhuo Bofan and the little bell disappearing in the mountain forest.

"Chasing!", the masked man turned his horse around and rushed to the mountain, and the machete guards accidentally found that the little bell was halfway up the mountain. Seeing the pursuers chasing him, they waved their machetes and rushed to these swords desperately.

Who knows, these swordsmen ignored the machete guards and did not kill them. With the speed of the horse, he bypassed the motorcade and rushed straight up to the foot of the mountain, and the machete guard behind him only ate ashes.

At this time, in the middle of the mountain, Zhuo Fan and the little bells were running wildly. The swordsmen rushed halfway, got off their horses one after another, and pulled out their long-handled broad-edged machetes and quickly caught up.

There are many thorns in the mountains and forests in the north, but Zhuo Fan pulled the small bell but did not have time to dodge. The clothes were quickly torn, the two sleeves also turned into cloth strips, and the little bells were not much better.

In front of his eyes, the trees flashed quickly, and in his ears, there seemed to be only the roaring wind and his own rapid breathing. I don't know how long I ran, I don't know how far I ran, and I don't know where the pursuers have been. Zhuo Fan didn't even have time to look back. He just grabbed the little bell's hand tightly and ran forward. And the little bell could barely keep up, but gradually became heavy, and later, it all relied on Zhuo Fan's hard pull.

Suddenly, the light in front of him turned up and rushed out of the mountain forest. In front of it was a bare ridge, which was extraordinary and could not stop his footsteps. On the other side of this low mountain beam, there was actually a cliff more than ten feet high.

Shit, Zhuo Fan scolded in his heart, pulled the small bell, staggered along the mountain beam and continued to run eastward. In just a short time, he had heard the sound of the branches and leaves behind him and even heard the side of him. The pursuers had approached, and it was obviously to envelop himself.

The little bell has staggered several times in a row, and it is already the end of the strong crossbow. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him, and several big men with sharp blades appeared on the mountain beam.

Zhuo Fan stopped decadently, all the way and retreat had been blocked, and he and the little bell had fallen into a desperate situation.