Back Off, Let Me Come

Ayan: "Teacher, will he die?"

The old man covered the position of the man's Danfu with his hands, trying to use his own literary energy to stimulate the other's literary heart, but the man was seriously injured, the meridian Danfu was weak, and even the literary heart was sluggish. He sighed: "Just leave it to fate, even as a teacher I can't say that."

Ayan pursed her lips, looking a little disappointed.

The old man comforted: "However, since he is the first person Ayan saved, I guess God will be lenient."

Ayan's eyes lit up: "Will you?"

The old man said: "It will happen naturally."

He took off the man's wet clothes until only his underwear remained, and asked Ah Yan to go to the carriage to get the medicine box, and took out a lot of bottles and jars, each with a specific medicinal use——A Yan To practice martial arts, collisions are inevitable, so the medicines are fully prepared.

Looking at the red, swollen and festering wounds soaked by the river, the old man took out the knife at the bottom of the medicine box, cut off the bad meat, applied medicine, fed medicine, set bones, bandaged, and moved the man to the carriage.

After a lot of work, it was already dark, and Ah Yan couldn't help much on one side, so he went into the water several times to drag the other corpses ashore. Like the men, they had multiple fractures and falls on their bodies.

Either half of his head was chopped off, or his throat was cut and his heart was stabbed. He must have encountered the same gang of criminals.

"I've already done what I can do, and the rest—whether you can let Lord Yan let go of your little life, it's all up to you." After muttering, Ah Yan came from outside the car curtain calling him to eat The old man immediately responded, "Come right now."

One old and one young, the master and the apprentice enjoyed a delicious meal.

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Lin Feng's original cry was suppressed and restrained.

Holding back the unspeakable grief, he forced himself to swallow all the soreness and pain in his throat, leaving only a small sob that overflowed from the corners of his lips. She could bear it at first, but Shen Tang's words made her lose control and cry bitterly, as if all her negative feelings had an outlet.

It's rushing out all at once, and I can't stop it.

She lay on her mother's body, which made everyone feel sad.

Shen Tang moved his lips, but finally swallowed his words of relief and chose to be a quiet background. Until Lin Feng was exhausted from crying and almost passed away, Shen Tang looked up at the sky and whispered: "It's getting dark, let's go home first."

go home?

Hearing this word, hot tears rolled down again, she responded hoarsely "Yes", Shen Tang was still rambling: "Go back and see if East Chef has any eggs and duck eggs, boil two and apply to your eyes, otherwise you will be afraid tomorrow." I can’t even open my eyes.”

After crying for so long, not only was her throat hoarse and weak, but even her round and energetic black eyes were red like rabbit eyes, and her eyelids were red and swollen, making her look pitiful and embarrassed.

Seeing Lin Feng's eyelids fighting up and down, and staggering almost falling when she stood up, Shen Tang grabbed her wrist: "Are you sleepy?"

Lin Feng's lips turned pale and he shook his head bravely: "I'm not sleepy..."

Shen Tang: "..."

I can't even stand firmly, and I still feel unsteady when I walk. Is this called not sleepy?

She silently said her words and pulled the motorcycle over.

"Sit on."

The corpse was loaded onto a wooden cart, and was transported back to the bandit den by the toolmen sent by Gong Shuwu... Oh, no, it should be the freshly baked "Hand in Hand for a Well-off" village. She took Lin Feng, who was exhausted and tired, on a motorcycle and returned slowly.

You can see the smoke from the kitchen in the distance.

Under the smoke, there was a figure standing.

Shen Tang walked in and waved: "Wuhui, I'm back."

Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming back.

Although Qi Shan repeatedly pointed out that Shen Tang was slow to react and bold in some aspects, Chu Yao could not help but worry——

What are you worried about?

Worried that his family's destiny would be frightened into running away.

After all, the plan to rectify the young people's armed forces + tax-stealing money does not look like something that a decent citizen can do. If you react a little faster, you will realize that something is wrong, and you will secretly prepare to run away.

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However, Goro is obviously an exception.

Seeing Shen Tang coming back laughing and laughing, as if this bandit den was just an ordinary place to stay, and he was neither in a hurry nor afraid, Chu Yao completely believed in the conclusion of Qi Bushan.

"Wu Hui, has Dongchu turned on the fire? I'm so hungry."

Chu Yao said: "I left a large bowl of hot noodles for Wulang."

He was about to step forward to pick up the sleeping Lin Feng, but Shen Tang moved one step faster than him, holding him down and not intending to hand him over. Chu Yao paused and said, "Wu Lang."

"Um?"

Chu Yao said earnestly: "Miss Lin wants to take care of Wu Lang's daily life and wash, you two don't need to pay attention to 'different seats for men and women at seven years old', but since you have decided to send her out of the cabinet as a 'righteous brother' in the future, some more intimate actions are still Less is better..."

Shen Tang: "..."

Chu Yao made an "eight" sign: "And she is already eight years old."

The age difference between Wulang and her is too small, and it is indeed not appropriate to get too close.

Shen Tang's eyes were subtle: "...Wuhui."

Chu Yao responded: "I'm here."

Shen Tang earnestly promised: "I believe that the spirit of words is omnipotent, and techniques such as grinding a plate to light and eye to mirror will also be realized. If I can get good things like glass, jade, jade or crystal, I will Let me sharpen a single-sided spectacle for you."

She can understand that she is old and has presbyopia.

Her face looks like she can take out something?

Chu Yao, who is actually only thirty-four: "???"

Xiaocheng, private houses.

When Qi Shan came back, the Golden Crow had not really set yet, but the strange thing was that the door latch of the house had fallen down and he couldn't push it.

He had to knock on the door.

Boom, boom boom, boom, boom, boom.

This was the secret code for his appointment with the old woman and his wife.

If there is danger in the house, answer "Who is it? Why are you knocking on the door?" If there is no danger, answer "Wait a moment, we are coming."

After a while, an old woman's voice sounded from the door.

"Wait a moment, we're here." The footsteps were getting closer and closer, followed by the sound of the door latch moving. There was only a creak, and the wooden door was opened. The old woman looked at the unfamiliar young man in cloth in front of her without being surprised at all, and whispered softly He said, "Lang Jun, come in quickly."

As soon as Qishan entered the yard, she looked outside before closing the door.

"Has anyone come here today?"

Seeing the cautious look on the old woman's face, Qi Shan knew something was wrong.

"Yes, I seem to be here to see Mr. Lang."

Qi Shan frowned when he heard this: "Who is it?"

The old woman led him into the house and said worriedly: "I don't know about this, but looking at their clothes, they looked like they were servants of some family. They even used the excuse of borrowing water to come and sit in the courtyard, asking questions inside and outside their words. Langjun’s identity. Langjun, look at this..."

Qishan said: "It's okay."

The old woman said again: "Someone has entered the husband's house."

Since the benefactor moved in, whenever they went out, the old woman would put some rice ash on the window sills and door frames of the guest house. If outsiders sneak in, they will leave traces. Qi Shan and others left yesterday and did not return all night. After the strangers came over, strange marks appeared on the windows and door frames, which made the old woman frightened.

They are not afraid of implicating themselves, but they are afraid that something will happen to their benefactor.

Qishan is very steady: "Don't panic, it's okay."

The old woman's hanging heart returned to its original position: "That's good."