At the beginning of the year of famine, the lucky girl of the farm family used cheats to support the

Fubao turned to look at Qingheng: "Can you stop running? Can you still fight?"

Qing Heng clenched his fists and nodded.

Fu Bao: "That's fine. I won't leave and see what they are going to do."

As they were talking, the group of people had already arrived before them. They formed a circle around them but were hesitant to move forward.

Fubao knew that they were afraid of Qingheng, so she said coldly: "What are you going to do!"

The leading man, with half of his face covered, said, "The Lin family transported the grain by land or water. Tell me now and I will let you go. Otherwise..." Then he drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at her.

Qing Heng's eyes turned cold, and he stood in front of Fu Bao with a bad look on his face: "Just try and see if you dare to move."

Fubao looked at him in surprise. Normally, Qingheng was more like a little girl than her, afraid of this and that, but she didn't expect that he was so reliable at the critical moment.

Lin Sen was even more rude. He drew out his sword and pointed it directly at the opponent's face.

But Fubao did not plan to fight head-on. After all, they were outnumbered, and Qingheng, who had the highest martial arts skills, fainted at blood. If he got injured, it would be a waste of time.

Since this group of people came for food and grass, it must be an insider who sent a message. But Lin Keyue was far away in Linzhou, and his father's collusion with the enemy was a foregone conclusion. It was impossible for him to come back quietly. Who could it be?

The leader was a little impatient: "Hurry up and tell me! Otherwise, you won't be able to leave today."

They also discovered that Qing Heng would not kill anyone no matter what, so they were fearless and kept chasing him.

Lin Sen said indifferently: "Then let's see who among us can't leave!"

As he spoke, the long sword flew out and passed by the man's neck.

The man held a sword in his hand, but did not resist. He just refused to take the attack and kept retreating, and his clothes were cut to pieces by Lin Sen.

For some reason, the people around him were all restrained and could only block Lin Sen's attack with their bare hands.

But they had no worries about Fubao. In the blink of an eye, several people in the distance had already drawn their bows and arrows, aiming at her.

Qing Heng was helping Lin Sen block the enemy and didn't see it for a while. Fu Bao looked at the bows and arrows in the distance and frowned. The distance was too far, and her powder was useless. There were eight archers in different positions, and no matter how fast Qing Heng was, he couldn't defend against them.

Fubao blurted out: "Wait!"

The fight stopped almost instantly, and everyone looked at Fubao.

The leader asked anxiously, "Have you thought it through? Where is the food?"

Fu Bao: "We were divided into two groups. The first group went by land, and the second group went by water."

The man motioned for her to continue, otherwise he would shoot the arrow immediately.

Fu Bao: "The land route is the official road. If you don't chase them, they will be caught soon."

Those people were of average skill and acted in a hurry. Fu Bao's eyes darkened. It was very likely that these people were not the enemy troops from Linzhou.

As he was thinking, he smelled a faint fragrance. Fubao thought something was wrong and fainted before he could say anything. He could hear a faint dog barking...

When he woke up again, he saw a fire in his eyes. His mind was confused and slightly swollen. Fu Bao struggled to stand up and asked, "Where is this?"

Looking around, she saw nothing except Qing Heng who was lying on the ground like her.

The night was dark, with only the light from the fire illuminating the small patch of land. There was no other sound except the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Fubao struggled to get up, pressed her dizzy head, and walked to Qingheng's side. Seeing that he had no external injuries, she pushed Qingheng's arm and said, "Uncle Master! Uncle Master! Wake up!"

Qing Heng was still in a coma. She felt his pulse in a panic. His pulse was steady and there was nothing wrong with him. But why couldn't she wake him up?

Suddenly, another sound of footsteps was heard in the night, soft but unusually clear in the empty woods.

Fubao's heart suddenly tightened, and he took out the medicine powder from the space, ready to sprinkle it out at any time.

But the man had better eyesight than her, and noticed that she had woken up, and said happily: "You are finally awake!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Fu Bao immediately relaxed the tension in his head, sat down on the ground and said, "What happened to my uncle? Was he also knocked unconscious?"

Lin Sen looked at the person on the ground in confusion and said, "No, he carried you here on his back."

Fubao became nervous: "Could he be injured or poisoned?"

Lin Sen shook his head: "I don't know. Before I left, he said he would watch over you."

Fubao pushed him twice nervously: "Uncle Master!" and then splashed well water on his face.

Qing Heng woke up slowly, looking unhappy, and said coldly: "I'll just take a rest, don't be startled." After that, he wiped his face, turned over with his back to them, and fell asleep again.

Fubao and Lin Sen squatted aside, touched their noses awkwardly, and stepped aside.

Fubao: "What happened after I fainted?"

Lin Sen: "Their reinforcements have arrived, although they are not very powerful. But they are outnumbered. Qing Heng picked you up and ran, and we got here."

Fu Bao nodded. The group of people came for the food and grass. If they knew the direction, the three of them would be useless. Otherwise, they would definitely hold on tightly.

Lin Sen worriedly said, "If they hurry up, they may catch up with the food and grass in three or four days. What should we do?"

Fu Bao comforted him, "It's okay. Someone will pick us up and the food and fodder will be delivered."

Lin Sen: "Really? That's good."

Fubao smiled. The Lin family's grain transport team was just a cover. All the food and grass were in the space. As long as she could go back, she would not have to worry about anything.

Lin Sen took out some wild fruits he had picked on the roadside and said, "Fill your stomach first. The carriage was abandoned on the road and all the things are gone."

Fubao picked up a few, wiped them on his clothes, and stuffed them into his mouth.

If it weren't for Qing Heng and Lin Sen, those people would never let her go. Who could it be who wanted both food and her life?

Turning around, he saw Lin Sen moving his wrist and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Lin Sen shook his head. He thought he had hit them too hard and they were numb from the shock. He moved them around a bit.

Fu Bao suddenly remembered the attitude of those people when Lin Sen attacked. They only defended but did not attack, and kept retreating. As for Qing Heng, they wanted to attack but were beaten without the ability to fight back.

These people... don't want to hurt Lin Sen!

The faint fragrance came to the tip of his nose again, and Fubao's heart shuddered, and he took out the neatly folded handkerchief from his arms.

The aroma became stronger, even Lin Sen came over and asked, "What's that smell?" Her head began to feel dizzy again.

Fubao quickly moved the handkerchief further away and poured some water on it. After a few times, the fragrance gradually faded.

Fu Bao looked coldly at the handkerchief stuck in the mud, and her whole body exuded a chill. It turned out that she was not a good person either.