The solar system is broken

poison gas.

In the history of war, there have been many tragic poisonous gases, the famous ones include VX, Shalin, and Jiezi.

They have caused indelible harm to the users.

But in fact, highly toxic sulfide substances are rarely included in the ranks of these biological and chemical weapons.

The kind of hydrogen sulfide the writer chose actually pales in comparison to those cruel weapons that easily cause skin ulcers.

Of course, this does not mean that he is merciful.

Yi Yang looked at the third warrior, shouted, drew out the short blade from his waist, and stabbed the thin writer.

The writer puffed out his chest, rushed forward, and grabbed the bronze sword with his hand.

Dripping blue blood dripped from the bronze blade.

Cruel enough!

The sheepskin bag was pressed directly against the man's face and crushed.

Just for a moment, the man collapsed on the ground.

Blue blood?!

Yiyang's eyes lit up, could this be the person the organization is looking for?

The writer held the bronze sword, picked up the torch on the ground, and without looking back, grabbed two or three airbags and walked deeper.

The big oak tree here blocks Yi Yang's view, and Yi Yang is about to get closer.

But I heard a flurry of exclamations in the temple, and the sound of armours clattering.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were several crisp sounds of the skin breaking.

Yiyang secretly screamed, tightened the quiver on his back, pressed the compound bow and ran towards the temple gate.

When he rushed out of the grass, he saw a horrifying scene.

Several armored warriors rushed out of a room. As soon as they reached the door, their feet gave out and they fell to the ground.

The writer looked coldly at the several corpses lying scattered on the steps, holding torches in his hands, looking at the group of warriors like the Grim Reaper.

The warriors stood on the steps fearfully, not daring to come down, and croaked at the writer under the big oak tree.

"Hey~"

With a neighing sound, a woman in black clothes came on horseback and stopped slowly in front of the writer.

The woman was also wearing a gas mask, holding the reins, and stretched out her hand to pick up the writer.

However, the next moment, the horse let out a whine and softened.

The woman was also very skilled. She rolled over and fell off the horse.

But there was a problem with this roll, and the skin tube made of sheep intestines tore apart.

With quick hands and quick eyes, the writer hugged the woman with a lazy waist and pressed a piece of something in his arms tightly to the opening of the woman's open intestine.

Yiyang only heard a voice, "Xiao Li," and the writer ran over to the woman with her arms in her arms.

"This poisonous gas seems to be very powerful!"

Yiyang was also frightened in his heart.

But he said that the warrior who was blocked in the door got two bows from nowhere and fired two shots at the writer's back.

An arrow pierced the writer's right shoulder blade. The writer let out a muffled groan and ran forward desperately.

The arrowhead from the porcelain factory passed through the body, and the blue liquid gurgled on the bronze arrowhead. The warm blood dripped on the little girl's face, and the little girl smiled stupidly.

"careful!"

Yi Yang shouted loudly, opened his compound bow, and flew an arrow close to the writer's scalp. An arrow hit the warrior's throat, and he fell down on his back.

With this fall, the arrow deflected, changed its angle, and landed softly on the soil in front of the door.

The warrior who was shot in the throat was immediately lifted up by the people next to him, and he just pulled out the bow and arrow.

For the Wranglers, the scary thing is not the wound, but the wound that cannot heal, so they would rather let the barbs tear out a bigger wound than just let the barbs affect the recovery of the wound.

In this delay, the writer had already run out nearly a hundred steps, and his bow and arrow were completely out of reach.

"Xiao Li, how do you feel?" The writer lowered his head and asked.

What should you do if you are poisoned by toxic gas?

The safety manual will tell you that the first thing to do is to remove the source of pollution immediately, leave the area covered by poisonous gas, and go to a circulating fresh air area to avoid continuous harm.

The second step is to check whether the poisoned person is breathing. If breathing stops, give her mouth-to-mouth immediately...

At this point, the writer silently took off his gas mask.

"Ahem!"

Xiao Li's eyes widened and he kept kicking his two short legs.

"You're not dead," the writer was stunned.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Little Li slipped out of the writer's arms.

"first aid?"

"So,,,like that couple..."

...

call out!

The sounding arrow rose into the sky.

Yi Yang put down the compound bow in his hand and walked towards the writer with a smile.

"Who?"

The writer grabbed the arrowhead with one hand and pulled the feathered arrow out of his shoulder blade.

The severe pain caused the writer's legs to tremble constantly.

"As blue-blooded as you."

Yi Yang pulled out an arrow from his quiver, and Xiao Li spread his arms to block the writer directly.

"Don't touch my master."

"I'll wipe~"

Yiyang missed three arrows.

"Ahem," the arrowhead slowly opened from the palm, and blue blood dripped down drop by drop.

"So!" It was very difficult to reach the feather part of the arrow shaft. The writer broke into a cold sweat with every inch of the arrow shaft.

"I'm here to save you," Yi Yang put the arrow on the bowstring, raised it flatly, and then let go.

Buzz~ sound.

The writer heard the sound of skull cracking behind him.

This arrow is extremely accurate and powerful.

"What do I need to give you?" The writer pulled out suddenly, and pulled out a bloody piece of meat and a bow and arrow.

The writer didn't even look at the arrow, staring straight at Yi Yang.

Yi Yang shrugged, "Let's talk about it then. I'm also running errands."

Under the big oak tree, the cry of death rang out.

The poisonous sulfide gas actually dispersed very quickly. It was raining lightly again, so it was easier.

"Tap tap tap~"

A rapid sound of treading water came from deep in the grass.

Yiyang's lips curled up into a smile.

"Young man, I have wronged you!"

Before the writer could understand anything, Yi Yang pinched Xiao Li under his arm.

Xiao Li was frightened and panicked, and quickly called the owner to save me.

This cry was like triggering a switch in Yi Yang's evil heart, and he slapped Xiao Li on the butt.

"I think no gentleman should do such a thing~"

Yi Yang stuck out his tongue, "You'd better worry about yourself!"

call out!

A whistle.

A tall horse emerged from the grass.

Familiar scene, familiar lasso.

"I hate the man who invented the noose!"

After this first experience, the writer changed his attitude.

Boom! The arm is broken.

The stinging pain made the writer unable to bear it any longer and passed out on the spot.

"Let's go, Loli!" Yi Yang turned over, got on a war horse with a medal in its mouth, and pushed Xiao Li directly on the saddle.

With a flick of the horse's head, he turned around and ran away.

The rain stopped.

The cold moonlight shines on the two galloping horses.

Four people were running wildly in the canyon, the moonlight was thick, it was a moonlit night with a story.

...

When Yi Yang talked about this, he couldn't help but squeezed it with his hands, as if he had some aftertaste.

"You said the person you saved calls himself a writer?" Huo Shan reined in the horse's head.

"Huh?" Yi Yang was a little surprised, "Is there any problem?"

"nothing."

"Yi Yang, you'd better explain clearly, what did you do to Loli?" Han Ling'er rode forward with a fierce look on her face.

Yiyang raised his chin, looked at the full moon in the sky, and said sadly, "That is a wonderful loli, she is very moist~"

"Beast, pervert, scum!"

Yiyang was kicked under the horse, and Han Linger trampled on him.

Several brothers also added insult to injury and came over to dissuade Han Ling'er from stepping on him, but Yi Yang had more horse hoof marks on his body.

Anyway, I can’t kill him, I’ll wait for a few more steps!

Huo Shan actually had a question as to why the writer was so different from where he logged in.

"Stop stepping on it, your face will be deformed!"

Yi Yang was already quite flat. But everyone had no intention of letting him go.

Step on it, don't step on your upper limbs. If your heart is accidentally broken or your head is broken, you will really be gone.

"Where is the writer?" Huo Shan leaned over and asked Yi Yang.

Yi Yang put away his playful smile, grabbed the stirrup with his hand, turned on the horse, and said, "Follow me!"

The group of people then headed north.