Longing for you, I'm pulling on the soft flowers, two people, one in front and one behind, running forward in the moonlit forest.

  In less than a minute, Mu Junwu's footsteps began to falter, and his pace grew smaller and smaller. His entire body couldn't even stand up straight...

  "What's wrong?" Hua Rou felt something was off and proactively supported him.

  Admiring you, I shook my head vigorously and took a step forward with great effort...

  How can he be out of breath so soon? He hasn't run very far yet...

  He was bewildered, but at this moment he had no strength to think, his head was dizzy, his two legs were heavy as iron, but the crisis had not been lifted...

  "Which way should we go?" Two roads appeared ahead, making it difficult for Hua Rou to decide.

  Admiring you, I strive to stand up straight and lift my head, he wanted to look at the stars in the sky to identify directions, but as soon as he lifted his head, it was dizzy... and then he stood unsteadily, and fell onto Huā Róu's body.

  "Ah, you..." Hua Rou propped him up firmly while seeing his finger pointing to the left.

  Hua Rou once again lifted Mu Junwu's arm and put it around her shoulders, supporting him as they walked.

  His increasingly stiff body made every step extremely difficult, but Mu Junwu did not give up, he kept trying to move forward; Hua Rou bit her teeth and used all her strength to support him forward, every step had sweat dripping into the mud, but she never thought of abandoning him and escaping.

  After the two of them had managed with great difficulty to climb over the mound in front of them, almost on all fours, what they saw was not a path but a precipice.

  "This, is there no way?" Hua Rou was initially shocked and then panicked, while Mu Junwu's eyes flashed with a hint of indifference, before he closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "You, leave!"

  "Alright, let's go."

  There is no road ahead, can only turn back, but isn't it just walking?

  Hua Rou immediately spun him around and took a step forward, but the man not only didn't budge, he also tried to pull his arm back.

  "What's wrong?" Huā Róu was puzzled.

  "I can't walk anymore, you... hurry and go!" Mu Junwu said after finishing this sentence, his body tilted weakly to one side.

  Hua Rou hastily hugged his waist: "No way! If we leave, we'll go together! Your followers let me take you away... Ah..."

  Hua Rou and Mu Jun fell to the ground together, her small body couldn't support the weight of a man.

  Hua Rou quickly scrambled to her feet, seeing Mu Junwu closing his eyes tightly. She slapped his face hard: "Wake up! Don't give up, I'll carry you on my back!"

  Hua Rou said as she squatted down beside him, preparing to carry him on her back. However, at this moment, a masked assassin suddenly jumped over the mound. When he saw the two of them, a smile appeared on his swollen face.

  "Run! I see where you're running now!"

  He said, raising the sword in his hand and stabbing at them...

  "Ah!"

  Fear made Huajing scream, she didn't notice that the assassin's sword was so soft and slow, nor did she see that his steps were staggering.

  But Mu Junwu, who had closed his eyes behind her, opened them again due to this sharp cry, and then he used all his strength to hold Hua Rou and roll aside...

  The assassin's blow was swift and deadly, but he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.

  Hua Ruo's eyes lit up as she narrowly escaped disaster, and she quickly scrambled to her feet, wanting to pull Mu Junwu away, but he didn't budge...

  "Master, wake up! Master..."

  Seeing Mu Jun lose consciousness completely, Hua Rou's tears were about to burst out: Oh my god! It's a matter of life and death! How could he faint at this time?!

  At this time, the assassin who had fallen to the ground, propped himself up with his sword in hand, swaying back and forth as he crawled out of the dirt. He turned around and looked at Hua Rou, raising his sword once again...

  "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer......" In Hua Rou's weak warning, the assassin's sword lowered slightly, aiming at Mu Junwu, and stepped forward to charge!

  His goal is to kill this man! He was very clear which body this sword should pierce.

  "No!" Hua Rou leaped forward and threw herself onto the man's body, using her own body to block the sword for him!

  But at this moment, the assassin suddenly stiffened, and then his sword drooped towards the ground, while his other hand grasped at his own heart.

  The assassin's face was contorted in agony, yet he couldn't make a sound. He glared at Hua Rou, unable to support his body, and retreated several steps back until he reached the edge of the cliff. Then, his body arched backward, and with sword in hand, he plummeted straight down from the cliff.

  The flower lay on the man's body, her eyes tightly closed, waiting for that terrible pain, but... it didn't come for a long time.

  She carefully raised her head and opened her eyes to take a look, only to find that there was no assassin in front of her.

  Where is he?

  Hua Rong sat up with a start and looked around - apart from the two of them, was there anyone else here?

  Did I just run into a ghost?

  Hua Rong was confused and frightened, but she realized that they couldn't stay here any longer. She didn't dare to think too much, and anxiously grabbed onto Mu Junwu's arm, pulling him towards one side with all her might.

  One inch, two inches...

  In the end, Hua Rou exhausted all her strength to pull him, but she only managed to drag him a few feet. When she collapsed on the ground and saw the man's face turn deathly pale, she panicked. She involuntarily thought of her mother's appearance when she passed away.

  Is he going to die here? No, no way, I have to save him...

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