Chapter 155： Not knowing the world (2/2)

In the darkness of the cave, Chen Ge bit his teeth and said, ”What about Xiao Xiaofu? We hide in the top of the cave?”

Xiao Yu'an handcuffed his hand and then covered it on the cold cheeks of the Weihe River. His tone was worried: ”The top of the cave can't hide three people, and the Dongwu country doesn't know when to retreat. The current situation of the elder brother can't last too long.”

The hot fire outside the cave drove away the moonlight, and it seemed to have nowhere to sneak into the cave. The two men clung to the stone wall and did not dare to go out. Fortunately, the soldiers of the Dongwu Kingdom only searched outside the cave, without paying careful attention to the cave. Happening.

”No, it will be discovered in this way.” Chen Ge fangs put down the river on the back of the river, ”I will take them away, then Xiao Dafu you take the emperor to escape!”

It is said that Chen Ge is going to rush outside, and Xiao Yu’an grasps his arm and stops: “Lead?”

Chen Ge gritted his teeth: ”Yes, Xiao Dafu, and so on, there is no sound outside the hole, and you immediately go to the east with the emperor, don't look back, don't stay!”

Xiao Yuan looked at him and said calmly: ”I am going.”

Chen Ge immediately voiced, his tone was anxious and angry: ”Xiao Dafu! How can I let you go?! You...”

”Chen Ge, I haven’t tangled the code that I went to you. You should also understand that Huang Yue wants my life. My brother is still in a coma and can’t keep me. I can’t go back to the military camp of Nanyan. Even if it is estimated that it is a dead end, you can only go back to you, Chen Ge, you understand people, you think about it, is this rational.” Xiao Yuan calmly analyzed, his tone and attitude are so calm that even Chen Song I feel a bit wrong.

”I...” Chen Ge wanted to defend, but he couldn't speak. He was so angry that he knocked on his head and held a few swear words.

Xiao Yuan looked at Luohe Qing for a moment without blinking. He and his fingers were interlocked with one hand, and the face of the river was rubbed with one hand. The fingertips were like the brush of the dragon, and his eyes were drawn with a crush: ”Chen Song, I have trouble. You are one thing.”