The last batch of herbs in the medicinal field have been picked.

The convoy led by Sheng Bei has not stopped for three consecutive months.

Trucks of medicinal materials were sent to Shengjiafang Market, and in a blink of an eye, the yellow gold coins were changed.

The wind in the winter moon is biting cold, and after a few rains, the earth is gradually frozen. A thin snow the day before yesterday dressed up the medicinal field in a charming way, covering up the loneliness of the fields and the wilderness.

The sunset was setting, and warm smoke came out of the low houses of the medicine-planting people, making the convoy's guards even more homesick.

"The deacon, the car is ready." Sheng Yong said with a smile, "After the last batch of this year, I will go home and have a warm drink."

"Fifty miles, two hours' journey," Sheng Bei said, "I'll take the lead and keep the wine warm. Brothers will be able to relieve the fatigue when you go back."

"Come on." Sheng Yong got on the horse, "Be careful."

"Don't worry." Sheng Bei smiled, "Go away quickly."

Sheng Yong glanced at the convoy and disappeared into the twilight with a whirlwind.

"Let's go, brothers, go home." Sheng Bei said, "Come on your way, Captain Yong has prepared wine and food for the brothers to return to triumph."

"Let's go." The warrior of the Sheng family shouted excitedly, "My sister misses her at home, she is anxious, wearing snow and frost, and her eyes are broken. My brother, why haven't you come yet..."

"Hey, why haven't you come yet? You haven't come yet."

The cold river flows quietly, reflecting the clear shadow of the bright moon.

The luminous stone makes the night light cooler.

Hanjiang Bridge is still the same, Sheng Bei sighed at the end of the convoy that Shilihongzhuang, a year ago, indirectly made him successful.

From the second level of innate to the fourth level of innate today, he has achieved two steps a year.

In the prosperous era, the one who knows his knowledge, the one who is willing to sacrifice his life to follow, or his master, and he is willing to be his servant.

Sheng Bei thought about it for a long time, and he habitually thought about it, thinking endlessly.

The convoy suddenly stopped on the bridge and the luminous stone of the front car fell.

"Bang"

The luminous stone hit the bridge, and the crisp sound filled people's ears at night.

A guard fell down, his voice was very dull, and he fell from the car like he was asleep.

The blood was steaming, rippling in circles.

He held the sword tightly in his hand, the unsheathed sword.

He died peacefully, and the fear that he would be in the future was over.

As a warrior, no one is willing to choose this kind of peace. At least the sword in his hand must be unsheathed, and it is best to drink all the enemy's blood.

Sheng Bei found that he was thinking too much again. His hand had already pressed the hilt of the sword.

The blood is cold, the killer has not appeared yet.

"Who dares to touch the Sheng family's convoy?"

Sheng Bei shouted, "Friend, what do you want to say clearly."

Without any response, a sword light flashed.

"Be careful." Sheng Bei shouted.

Another warrior fell down, and the bright red blood bloomed on the cold bridge.

Sheng Bei held the signal flare in his left hand and the sword in his right hand.

The remaining dozen warriors stood on both sides of him, without anger or fear, they were waiting and searching.

"Thirt!"

Sheng Bei finally raised his left hand and asked for help. This was the wisest choice. Two of his own side were killed in a row, and they did not even see each other.

The wind suddenly rose, and the bright moon just now was covered by the clouds, and sparse snow particles fell in the sky.

The luminous stone is still bright, reflecting the snow particles and the fog of the cold river.

"But that's it." A cold and noisy voice seemed to come from the underground.

A bloody robe walked through the shadows across the bridge.

He looked up at the fireworks for help that exploded in the air.

"It's too late," he said, "you can't wait for reinforcements."

"Come on!" He shouted softly, and a blood-colored knife whizzed out of the corpse and fell into his hands with all his might.

"Spiritual soldier!" Sheng Bei exclaimed, "You are a good method, but for some reason it is hard to ask me the Sheng family?"

"I'm just killing people, my knife is bloodthirsty." He said coldly, "Come on, they're too trash."

Sheng Bei said, "Let them go."

"It's up to you." He picked up the knife and licked it lightly, "Spit, it's too salty."

"Go away!" Sheng Bei roared, and he rushed forward with his sword, "Even if he is a spiritual soldier, he will still want you to stay."

"Go." Sheng Lu shouted and led everyone away.

The blood robe threw the blood knife into the air and said coldly, "The hunting begins."

Sheng Bei's sword took the heart of the blood robe, and he was angry and hatred. He wanted to pierce his heart and let him feel death too.

Sheng Lu felt a chill in his heart while running. He looked down and saw a blood-colored knife penetrated from his chest with a ferocious look.

"Escape quickly." Sheng Lu shouted with difficulty, "Scatter and run away, one can walk."

The Blood Knife disappeared strangely, and every time it appeared, it would reap a life.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people were killed.

Blood Robe sneered, he didn't even avoid Sheng Bei's attack, "The fourth level of the innate nature is still too weak."

Sheng Bei's sword was stained with a blood robe, and the next moment, he could easily pierce his heart.

Sheng Bei suddenly flew backwards.

Holding the blood knife in the blood robe, he said, "Bloodthirsty, what a beautiful name."

"Cough cough." Sheng Bei half-kneeled on the ground, and blood overflowed from his mouth with his dry cough.

"Your Excellency promised to let them go." Sheng Bei said with difficulty. His eyes were covered in blood, and he was almost bleeding from hatred.

"I did let it go," said the Blood Robe, "I said my knife was bloodthirsty."

"Are you from the Wang family?" Sheng Bei stood up slowly, and he patted the footprints on his chest, "Since I can't beat you, I can die for the Sheng family."

Sheng Bei deliberately delayed time. He could die, but he was worth dying. At least he would wait until reinforcements arrived before dying.

"There is no point in procrastination." said the Blood Robe.

"I can wait with you." The blood robe threw a ball of flame to ignite the medicine truck.

Bipu's flames instantly swallowed the medicine truck and lit up the Hanjiang Bridge.

"The speed is too slow, I'm a little impatient." Blood Robe walked to Sheng Bei, "Are you very angry and want to kill me? Poor man, I'm afraid you can't even hold the sword.

Since you can't take up the sword, it's a waste to keep your arms. Why don't I help you?"

The smile in the blood robe was cold and terrifying. He waved his hand and Sheng Bei's right arm fell to the ground.

"Hidden in the robe, I didn't even dare to show my face. Coward, so what if you kill me!" Sheng Bei endured the pain and said with a sneer.

"What I want is the pleasure of killing, the pain, fear, and death of the murdered person." said the Blood Robe, "Wait a minute, your reinforcements are disappointing me."

"It's a pity that you won't see fear and pain in me." Sheng Bei said.

"This will make me even more excited!" Blood Robe suddenly stretched out her hand and leaned towards the fire, saying, "I'm afraid of the cold, you won't understand how desperate it is to wait in the darkness.

It was a great time to chat with you, but I promised myself to kill everyone in the Sheng family. Do you understand what I mean?
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