Within half an hour, Ouyang Jinglan was found on a small willow tree outside Chang'an City. I leaned against a big tree, panting. He was covered in blood, and the arrow wound on his chest was still bleeding. When he left Chang'an, he had already sent a signal to the three of them, and the four agreed to meet here. According to time, they should be here too.

Sure enough, less than a tea time, three people came to Xiaoshu Liu wearing spiritual masks. There was a faint light in their hands, and I waved to them, but as soon as he raised his hand and pulled out the wound in his chest, he felt a sharp pain again. Luo Xiaocheng and the three leaned down in a hurry. I, Hu Yueer, saw that Sen and I was full of blood, yelling, and hugging Han Lun. Han Lun shrank and said, "Well, you can't even see the blood." He was the injured person. What are you afraid of? "

Hu Yueer glared at him, punched him hard, and said, "I'm just scared, what do I do!"

Han Lun smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be afraid of time, woman, we will be together. Seeing that there can be more blood days, there is still too much time for you to regret."

Linghu said: "Then you have to protect me." I will overcome it. "

When Han Lun was about to speak, Luo Xiaocheng said impatiently: "You two are endless, and didn't see when, Han Lun hurried to save people."

Hu Yueer's face flushed, and Han Lun, letting go, ran aside and glanced at me from time to time. She felt terrified and covered her eyes, but after a while she wanted to look curiously again. Like a cat stealing food, cowardly and cute.

Han Lun took Xindan for him and sprinkled gold sore medicine on his wound. Prepare to wrap it with breathable gauze, and I said: "Don't be busy, without pen and paper, I will draw it."

Huyue retreated to the people, put down the pen and paper, and ran away blindfolded. Han Lun smiled and sighed, my Jeremy's face was covered with ink, and I wrote on the paper according to the picture in my memory. Fortunately, he has a deep memory. The painting was drawn on paper as it was. I checked it twice and found that there was no problem, so I would hand it over to Han Lun. After all, he understands the originality of organs better than I do.

Han Lun took this painting and looked at it carefully for a long time through the faint blue spiritual lamp. He was suddenly surprised: "It turned out to be a Qiqiao and Linglong life lock." And so big! "

I said: "Do you understand?"

Hanlun nodded in surprise: "Of course, although I have only seen these seven chisel locks once, I have also seen the model." But once you see it, you will never forget it. These seven chiselled life locks are not cores, but seven or seven core rings are connected to each other, pulling out a hair to move the whole body. As long as one of the locks is wrong, the rest will be completely locked and will never be opened again. In other words, it has never been possible to tell the origin of these seven smartly locked life locks, and the entrance to the tomb of King Qin is even such a big lock! "

When she leaned down, she exclaimed: "Do you have a way to unlock this lock?"

Han Lun said, "Aren't you afraid of bleeding?"

My tiger's reaction was, ah, screamed and ran to the side, but there were not many steps to run, and he didn't forget to come back and kick him one foot, and cursed: "You big bad guy!" Han Lun smiled, too lazy. Talk to her and say: "This lock is still unlocked, because these seven shrink holes must be opened at the same time. If there is a place that is not in order, it will be locked."