Now, the Duantian Mountains have been traveling nearly half of the way. According to the escorts who have experienced the experience of escorting escorts and transporting goods on this line, leaving the days they stayed in Taoli Mountain Villa, it was already quite impressive to travel such a long distance. According to them, there are not many bandits in this area. There are few robbers encountered in this escort this time. If they had to pay some money and give up half of it, it would be considered that everyone would be happy to pass the test safely. However, under Ye Wuchou's leadership, it was impossible to tell the reason. The interception frequency of bandits has been greatly reduced and the quality has also decreased. Ye Wuchou is also skillful and decisive, rushing all the way, which is a very high-speed soldier.

The strange sounds in the team have been settled since the battle at noon, but Ye Wuchou's mood is still not excited, not because he is empty and needs some time to recover, not because he is worried about the future of the convoy, but because he is worried about a snow-like person in his heart, and her failure makes him worried. He is moved by the hurried morning. The shock that the woman gave him at first sight was the light swell of the ancient well that made him recall it. Although the days of getting to know each other are still short, deep in Ye Wuchou's heart, he is an old friend.

Ye Wuchou never admits that he is passionate. He always believes that all love at first sight is the product of loneliness for a long time. People are not so easy to be moved, they are all their boring self-suggestions. But the facts are always contrary to him. Many ideas in his youth have been taught a long lesson. Many things once believed that they were just beautiful illusions. The so-called bad is not unbeautiful. Just like this, Ye Wuchou feels the sense of happiness and anxiety in his heart. Whether it is Huo Lingchang or Lan Ruyu, the gurgling source they give is transformed from truth, goodness and beauty, and they are all green and simple youth feelings, and are closely related to bright and poetic words such as day and night under the flowers and moonlight. In this way, how can one use the word "bad" to cover it up.

Ye Wuchou always looks forward to meeting Lan Ruyu next time, and for this he fantasized thousands of times. Every night with a moon, he was always shrouded by a sweet sadness. He either looked at the indigo night with a tree, or sat in the carriage and looked at the confusing lake. He himself also realized that his state was full of temptation for young people, so it was inevitable that there was some deliberateness, and it was inevitable that the boy would become increasingly intense. It was not that the young man was not ignorant of the taste of sorrow, but his emotions were a bit absurd, and the things he was worried about were simple and direct. But no matter what, Ye Wuchou's mood was truly able to hold. Otherwise, his inner world, which had suffered from vicissitudes but was still agile, would flow with the quiet and peaceful river of time.

Or sometimes, Ye Wuchou feels depressed, and he gives all the past a sense of sadness. Every time he thinks about it, he can't help but cry. Everyone who has experienced it in his youth will have a deep understanding. At that time, his mood will often be touched by unintentional details. He will see the blessings of the sky and the spring leaves from the autumn insects, and he will see the ever-changing land from the eaves on the moss and the misty rain of the sea. This touch is directly related to experience.

Huo Lingchang, a gentle woman, was sighing by Ye Wuchou, while Ye Wuchou endured these young lives, she always quietly lifted up a corner of the tent and looked at his back silently, as if this could be the same as his worries. Her clear eyes of autumn water revealed that the moonlight fell down and fell on Ye Wuchou's silver long hair was shining with a textured light, shiny, just like the playful smile that a boy often hangs on his lips, and it was so dreamy that it was heart-pounding at this moment.

Young Master Ye Huo Lingchang often wanted to ask him to say something, but the next second he would be in a panic and didn't know what to say. Therefore, his already gentle voice whispered to the point of his mouth.

That night, Ye Wuchou did not go to see the moon before going to bed. After all, he was weak and tired. Although his energy in the afternoon had recovered almost the same, he still had a little tail. Swallowed a pill to nourish qi, Ye Wuchou sat cross-legged in the carriage, holding his breath and concentrating his hands on his chest, making seals on his chest, fog was everywhere, hazy, and the black robe was sometimes free of wind. The energy swam all over his body, and the veins were clear. When Ye Wuchou was busy, he suddenly felt a flash of spiritual emotion, and Jin Yu's fighting spirit shone brightly and the fluctuations became obvious and violent!

If a vivid text is needed to describe Ye Wuchou's current state, then he is now like an egg about to break his shell. The surface of the eggshell is densely cracked, and it takes only the last little time to get out of the shell. At that time, Ye Wuchou will reach another level - Douying!

But at this moment of success, Ye Wuchou had already tasted the joy of promotion, but there was a sudden noise outside the carriage. Such an accident made Ye Wuchou wake up immediately, and was slightly stunned, then walked out of the carriage with anger.

The disturbing dream was still infuriating, not to mention that he was interrupted by wandering at the intersection of promotion. Ye Wuqiu was about to have an attack, but he saw the crowd rushing to a place. He slowly exhaled and suppressed his bad mood in his heart, looking at Huo Jie running towards him.

No hatred, no one is dead! The distance is still far, Huo Jie shouted to this side.

Ye Wuchou was stunned. As soon as he calmed down, he squeezed into the crowd and came to the scene of the incident. The deceased Ye Wuchou was very familiar with him. It was the young stud who had a dispute with him at noon! The deceased was killed by a blow, and the blood marks on his throat were slender but clear. Ye Wuchou carefully observed the wound. His throat had just been cut off, and it was not bad at all. It was extremely exquisite. It was obvious that the murderer was an expert with superb martial arts.

The restless heart that was disturbed by the promotion was slowly settled down at this moment, and Ye Wuchou's brows were slightly tangled. No matter what angle it was, it was not a good phenomenon. This happened not only to put psychological pressure on the people in the team to make everyone panic, but more importantly, if the real culprit was not found out, he would become a suspect. This made everyone who was blindly sceptical when they thought that they might bear the reputation of being vengeful and revengeful, and the disappearance of mutual trust in the team, Ye Wuchou felt a headache.

Ye Wuchou was thinking about it at this moment and did not focus on the fact that the dead should be merciful. He had seen too many dead people. Since he was young, he knew that he was born in troubled times. If there was no city wall in his heart, he could not even protect the last little gentleness, and thus he could not live in this world at all. Human life is a mustard of grass, and when the wind blows, it is commonplace, and it is really hard to pity one by one. It is a great kindness to be able to avenge some sympathy for the fate of all mankind. What's more, in Ye Wuchou's opinion, this dead person is quite unworthy and not to cherish death.

Ye Wuchou glanced at the dead again. His face was a little ferocious, his eyes wide open like a copper bell, his mouth wide open as if he was about to shout, but found that his throat was broken and he couldn't make any sound, so he covered his throat with both hands and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuqiu knew very little about the knowledge of corpses, so he found Xue Keqi and asked her to take a look.

Regarding Ye Wuchou's inquiring gaze, Xue Keqi just glanced at it and continued to observe the details of the body. Although she was still staring, she whispered to Ye Wuchou: It's urgent now, Brother Wuchou should care about everyone's opinions. If you want to safely persevere until the return of the Blue Deer Head.

Ye Wuchou told everyone about Lan Ruyu, but he avoided trouble when narrating it, and said that she had an urgent matter and needed her to rush to another place.

This reminder hit Ye Wuqiu's heart. Although there is no evidence to directly prove that the death of the young escort was killed by himself, it seems that he is the most suspicious. If he does not declare it in public, the self-predictions of people will only make deterioration and worse.

Ahem, let me declare first that this person's death has nothing to do with me, but at this moment I feel that I am the most suspicious, so I have to clear my relationship with this matter, regardless of whether you really believe it or not. Ye Wuchou raised his hand, turned around and smiled bitterly in front of everyone's bad eyes.

What evidence do you have to prove it? I don’t know who shouted this sentence. If Ye Wuqiu had been in the past, he could have explained it with kind words, but the anger he had just suppressed just now was furious by this sentence. He became angry. Ye Wuqiu snorted coldly and said: If you say no, you are not, you should not lie. How could I lie? If anyone is not convinced, you can find evidence to prove that this person was killed by me!

Frightened by Ye Wuchou's strength, everyone was silent. Ye Wuchou knew that the fire he had caused was very bad for him, but he also thought to himself: If the phoenix falls into the flock of chickens, it will be useless to attack. You can gather people and horses to transport goods. Why bother to waste your mouth for this group of mobs!

Thinking of this, he shook his sleeves, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked towards his carriage. Seeing Ye Wuchou turning back, Huo Jie and Yun Xiaochan and others also turned back.

Wuqiu, what to do with the corpse, Huo Jie asked.

Ye Wuqiu Yu's anger was not gone, and his voice was a little cold: It's useless to buy a dead person.

But what if there are some clues on him?

What information do you think such a professional expert will leave behind to reveal your identity?

Huo Jie thought about it carefully and realized it was the same.

Sister Xue is a doctor, so she will definitely study the body and wait for her to come back after the prosecution. Oh, by the way, who is the deceased quarreling with at noon today?

After a moment of silence, Ye Wuchou suddenly said this.

Not with you?

Ye Wuchou laughed and said: No, what is the name of the thin bodyguard in the previous one
Chapter completed!