Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Song Pan'er nimbly climbed onto the old donkey's back, and the old donkey, like a mad bull, carried her and strode out of the yard.

Song Paner: ...

Well, if I don’t teach her well, she will get dizzy one day.

At the gate of Wubao.

A group of men and women who looked like gangsters gathered not far from Wubao, and the people from Wubao were not to be outdone. A large group of people surrounded Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng and started to curse at these gangsters.

"A bunch of poor bastards! How dare you set your sights on our Wubao girls! Look in the mirror!"

"If you can't afford a mirror, you'll always have to pee. Can you pee and look at yourself?"

"Who's peeing yellow? Come wake them up!"

People in the underworld who always believe in taking action instead of talking: ...

They rolled up their sleeves again and again, wanting to rush over and beat someone up, but for some reason, they suppressed their anger and retorted clumsily.

"You are the poor ones!"

"You are just a bunch of ignorant villagers!"

"you……"

Song Pan'er stood on the wall of Wubao and looked at the chaos below, the corners of her mouth twitching.

When she first heard A Jin's words, she thought someone was looking for trouble. But when she looked over, she saw that it was the spirits on the other side who were being bullied. Ugh! It was the heroes on the other side.

But those people really look like energetic guys and girls!

With exaggerated dark and red eyelids, flamboyant hairstyle, and ragtag mix-and-match clothing, she is simply an ancient punk hero or heroine.

Low emotional intelligence: energetic boy, energetic girl.

High emotional intelligence: Punk hero, punk heroine.

Song Pan'er forced herself to smooth the corners of her lips. She was about to call Lin Yuanxiu to go down and stop the chaos below, but when she turned around, she was met by a watery donkey face.

Song Paner: ...

She slapped the old donkey away, who had somehow managed to sneak up onto the city wall, and said to Lin Yuanxiu, who was following behind him, "Go ask those heroes what they want to do."

Lin Yuanxiu nodded, picked up his spear and jumped down from the high city wall.

Song Paner: ...

You’ll be struck by lightning if you act pretentious, Lao Lin! ! !

As expected, Lin Yuanxiu's handsome appearance immediately made the eyes of many punk female warriors on the opposite side light up.

People in the underworld don’t think having a hideous scar on the face is disfigurement; it’s a sign of masculinity.

Song Pan'er held her forehead with her hand and smiled bitterly.

She knew it!

……

……

After Lin Yuanxiu landed, he swung his spear into a gun flower, which made the punk female warriors on the opposite side stare blankly.

"I wonder what brings you to our Songjiabao?" Lin Yuanxiu asked loudly, his eyes calm and his tone indifferent.

Zhu patted He Lin's head and said, "Son, move forward a little. I can't see clearly."

He Lin: ...

"Mom, it's too dangerous up ahead. Let's just watch from here."

What if they accidentally get hurt during a fight?

Zhu slapped him again in anger, "That's all you can do! My twin guns are no pushovers! Get forward!"

He Lin: ...

He really wanted his mother to get down and walk on her own, but he couldn't. He was his mother's eldest son and would have to rely on her for support all his life.

But Zhu was in a hurry to go to the front not to watch the excitement, but because she heard the voice of her senior sister.

That woman has a very loud voice, she would be recognized even if she turned into ashes!

Under the threat of his mother, He Lin had no choice but to squeeze forward with the person on his back. He Zhao was quick to grab the corner of his clothes and followed him forward through the path he had squeezed out.

The other little ones followed suit and grabbed the clothes of the person in front of them one by one.

So, He Lin carried his mother on his back and dragged a bunch of small radishes to the front.