Chapter 203 Life And Death Are Different

The Mu Clan Army and the Xia Army retreated.

He abruptly retreated.

When they obtained absolute initiative in this war, the sound of gold ringing suddenly came to mind in Mu Ji's camp, and the army retreated like a tidal wave.

Lin Shou panted heavily.

Looking at the retreating army, his brows furrowed.

His head was a little dizzy, and he couldn't quite understand Mu Ji's intentions.

At that time, waves of heart-wrenching pain came from his limbs and bones. Ever since that day, he had experienced this kind of pain every day, but it was less than one percent of the pain at this moment.

It was a kind of pain that would tear him apart.

It was like a termite devouring its body and a corpse decaying its bones.

He sighed. He was too old after all.

He was so old that this arrow had almost exhausted all of his strength. He was so old that he had already reached the age of death…

But he didn't dare to die…

I really don't dare to die…

Lin Shou took a deep breath and looked outside Big Yellow City.

Through the dense night, he could clearly see the white-clothed man sitting in the wooden chair.

His face was pale and his eyes were gloomy.

The man seemed to be looking at him as well.

Their gazes pierced through the layers of night and met in midair.

Lin Shou knew that if he died, Big Yellow City would be finished.

And if Mu Ji died…

The Mu Clan Army was finished.

In that case, I would like to ask the Beijiang King to be my companion along the way to Huang Quan.

This thought flashed through Lin Shou's mind.

He took a deep breath and straightened his bent spine once again.

Then he lifted the bow.

The bow on the arrow was full of strings.

His movements were complete in one breath.

The aura around him suddenly began to rise, and the rainstorm rained down on him, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into white smoke.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned at that moment, and they also raised their bows, drew arrows, and strings.

There were less than 50,000 archers left in Big Yellow City, whose corpses were everywhere.

However, the sharp arrow's might was not weak.

For will, dare to fight for the pawn, so for the pawn, willing to die!

Fifty thousand soldiers didn't even need Lin Shou to give the order. They felt the determination of their own generals at that time. They didn't need to ask Lin Shou what he meant. They only used their own actions to show their trust in Lin Shou.

Lin Shou also felt this at that time.

Something ignited in his eyes, like a fierce wind of hunting or a fierce fire of males and females.

Lin Shou's eyes gradually narrowed as he held his breath and focused.

He did it very slowly and meticulously.

He knew that this might be the last arrow he left in this world.

So he wanted this arrow to be good enough.

He aimed at the man and took a deep breath. True essence gathered around the arrow.

The arrow began to move restlessly, like a vicious beast that couldn't wait to drink its flesh and blood.

Then.

He hooked his index and middle fingers at the end of the arrow and suddenly loosened them.

Whoosh!

With a soft sound, the arrow flew out from the city wall.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Immediately after, a series of crisp sounds sounded out, forming one after another.

Lin Shou's arrows flew out of Big Yellow City with fifty thousand arrows.

Through the night sky, through layers of rain curtains, to the front door of the Northern Region King.

Its speed was extremely fast. Even if the retreating Mu Clan Army sensed it, it was too late to stop it.

Thus, the arrow formation cut through the night sky, tearing apart the darkness in front of Big Yellow City, and arrived in front of the Northern Region King.

Mu Ji, who was dressed in white, seemed to have yet to regain his senses. He was still sitting there, his eyes still filled with a gloomy twilight that had not changed for ten thousand years.

Watching this scene, a smile appeared on Lin Guo's face.

Everyone in the world said that Wang Mu of the Northern Region had a lot of intelligence and was close to demons, but unfortunately, he was born with a stinky skin, his meridians were completely broken, and he didn't have any cultivation.

Such a person faced such an arrow.

Lin Shou thought that there was absolutely no chance of survival.

Ding!

A crisp sound suddenly exploded.

Tens of thousands of arrows suddenly stopped less than an inch from Mu Ji's forehead.

It was as if they had encountered an invisible barrier and stopped.

The long arrow began to fly backwards in all directions. It was broken and shot into the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the ground around Mu Ji was filled with dense arrows.

Only one arrow still stubbornly stopped in front of Mu Ji's forehead.

Its arrow body trembled as it emitted bursts of soft cries, as if it was unwilling to let out a low cry, but also as if it was roaring angrily.

As Mu Ji looked at the arrow, a different expression finally appeared in Twilight's deep eyes. He sighed and slowly extended his hand to lightly tap the tip of the arrow.

At that moment, the trembling arrow suddenly stopped.

It was as if he had lost all of his strength and was suspended in midair for a breath.

Afterwards, it landed lightly.

The man looked at the long sword lying quietly on the ground. Then, he slowly hunched down and picked it up. He carefully wiped the dust off it with his sleeves.

His movements were very slow, and his expression was very serious.

It was as if that thing was a rare treasure.

Finally, ten breaths later, he wiped the arrow clean.

"General, you've worked hard all your life. It's time to rest." He whispered as he flicked his finger with the arrow in his hand. At that moment, the arrow in his hand turned into a streak of light and flew straight towards Big Yellow City.

The arrow was extremely fast.

It was even faster than when Lin Shou had just shot him out.

With Ling Lie's killing intent, he arrived at the city wall of Big Yellow City and stabbed into the old general's chest.

At that moment, Lin Shou's body fell to the ground.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was as deafening as the collapse of Mount Tai.

"General!"

"General!"

Everyone's painful cries rang out from the city walls.

Lin Shou turned a deaf ear to it. He stared blankly at the sharp arrow stabbed into his chest, his expression grim.

Only then did he realize that everyone in the world had miscalculated Mu Ji.

This Beijiang King was far more terrifying than everyone had imagined.



Su Mu'an was very unhappy.

He looked at the drunk middle-aged man in front of him, his heart filled with grievances.

Originally, he was guarding Qin Keqing to treat the soldiers who were constantly being carried into the barracks, but as the number of wounded continued to increase, the tent used for parking the wounded had already been filled up. Seeing that he had nothing to do, Qin Keqing was afraid that he would not listen to Xu Han's advice and run to the city wall alone to cause chaos, so she handed him over to Chu Chouli.

However, Su Mu'an did not like Chu Chouli at all.

He was born so sturdy. In Su Mu'an's eyes, he was supposed to be a formidable general who charged into the front lines, but he drank all day long and was still drunk at such a critical juncture.

"Little fellow, do you want some too?" Seemingly sensing Su Mu'an's gaze, Chu Chou Li looked up at him and smiled as he handed over the wine jug in his hand.

"My father said that machetemen are not allowed to drink." Su Mu'an frowned and said seriously.

"Nonsense." Hearing this, Chu Chouli shouted loudly, "How can there be a macheteman in this world who doesn't drink alcohol! Your father is bluffing you!"

"My father won't lie to me. My father said that machetemen can't lie!" Chu Chouli's words seemed to have stepped on Su Mu'an 's painful feet. The youth immediately jumped up and loudly argued.

"Forget it, I'll drink it myself." Seeing that he was like this, Chu Chouli no longer argued with him. He glanced at his mouth and muttered. He put away the wine jug in his hand and was about to raise his head to drink it.

However, at this moment, his body suddenly trembled, and his face, which was flushed with alcohol, instantly turned deathly pale.

Seeing this, Su Mu'an noticed that something was wrong with him and asked worriedly, "Big Brother Chu? What's wrong with you?"

Chu Chouli was stunned as if someone had used a body fixation technique. He was even more ignorant of Su Mu'an's thoughts.

Su Mu'an carefully walked over and reached out to touch Chu Chouli's clothes. "Are you alright? Don't scare me?" She asked.

Only then did he say those words.

Pu!

A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out from Chu Chouli's mouth, sprinkling all over the ground in front of him.

Su Mu'an had never seen such a scene before, "You … you …"

He panicked, wanting to do something, but he didn't know what to do. He stared blankly for a long time, and he had better slap his forehead.

"Wait, I'm going to find Sister Keqing. Don't move. I'll be back in a moment!!!" Su Mu'an said anxiously, then hurriedly ran towards Qin Keqing's tent.

After about ten breaths of time, Su Mu'an had already walked far away.

At this moment, Chu Chouli slowly raised his head.

He reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was miserable, and his gaze was grave.

"Old man, you're really going to cause me trouble."

He murmured to himself. Then, his gaze sank, as if he was sensing something.

"Don't you want to die?"

He spoke to himself again, and then heavily sighed.

"For the last time, you have to live longer with your surname Yuan. Otherwise, I will compensate you with my life."

At that time, the burly man spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva. The divine light in his eyes condensed, and a strange aura surged around him.

He sat down cross-legged, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, as if an old monk was meditating, and his hands began to form mysterious imprints.

"Little deception deceives children, big deception deceives the heavens."

"The little thief touched the pearl. The Grand Dao stole his life

He silently chanted the proverb of the Thieving Sacred Sect that had been passed down for a long time, and the aura surrounding him suddenly rose like a bull pulled out from a dry land, reaching straight to the nine heavens!

At that time, Chu Chouli's entire body was bathed in divine light. From afar, the light was dazzling.

It was as if he was a divine being.



In Chang'an City.

The azure-clothed woman who was discussing a secret with the monstrous First Lord suddenly seemed to have a feeling. She frowned and stood up without any regard for etiquette and retreated to the First Lord.

After that, she hurriedly passed through half of Chang'an City and returned to her small courtyard.

The astonished gazes of the servants in the surroundings pushed open the door of the room that no outsiders were ever allowed to enter, and then she looked at the candlestick in the room with a deep gaze.

There were three candles placed there. One had already been extinguished, the other was on the verge of collapse, and the other was suddenly extinguished and brightened.

The green-clothed woman walked to the candlestick and frowned as she looked at the candlestick.

Her face darkened and shone against the candlelight.

Finally, she sighed deeply, as if she was regretting something.

Then she gritted her teeth and said helplessly and resentfully.

"Chu Chouli…"

"Do you really want to die?"

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