Gu Shenwei suddenly sat up and drew out his saber. But there were not any enemies in front of him.
One night had passed and the morning sunshine cast on the two bodies in the black robes. Their hoods had been removed. He identified that they were women. One had been shot by an arrow in her mouth, with her eyes still open wide. The other was hit by a saber on her left and the scarlet blood flooded everywhere.
Wildhorse and Snowcamel were wounded on their chests. But someone had helped them bandage the wounds. Standing in front of Slave Huan, they were staring at him coldly. Well, Liuhua did not get injured and stood at a distance with his back toward others. He was holding the longbow, while keeping watch.
On the other side, Fang Wenshi squatted with his hand pressing his belly, as if he was pooping or suffered from stomachache. Upon seeing the young killer wake up, he squeezed a smile and wondered this killer seemed very reliable but timider than him.