Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

Despite the scolding, he didn't run any slower.

"Ahhh!!"

Suddenly, Li Mofu ran too fast and hit his toe, falling forward. It happened to be a downhill road, so he rolled down.

"I rely on!!!"

The black moth chased for two steps, then saw something and stopped chasing.

When Lu Mingyun chased over, he saw a big black man who had stopped and a... human ball rolling down?

Without thinking too much, Lu Mingyun quickly stepped forward to stop the person who was rolling down, then lifted up the person's messy hair and saw that it was really Li Mofu.

"You ran away by yourself?" Lu Mingyun thought that Li Mofu was locked up somewhere by that weirdo, and then he ran away while the weirdo was away.

Li Mofu was dizzy from rolling around, and he felt like vomiting when he saw Lu Mingyun's face, "Ugh! Ugh..."

Lu Mingyun grinned as he helped the man sit up and turned his face away. Fortunately, Li Mofu only retched and didn't actually vomit up the leftover food.

After Li Mofu vomited out the cold air in his stomach, he felt a little better. Then his feet began to hurt severely, and all the scrapes, abrasions, puncture wounds, bumps and frostbite that he had endured before all came back double.

He swallowed his saliva and felt that his foot might be in danger, and his heart was filled with sadness.

"If you're fine, come back with me quickly and don't stay here too long." Lu Mingyun held Li Mofu's waist and tried to drag him up, but failed due to Li Mofu's struggle.

"I can't stand up. I'm not wearing shoes and my feet hurt!" Li Mofu didn't even dare to touch those feet. It would hurt so much if he touched them.

Lu Mingyun was stunned and frowned. He had no choice but to carry Li Mofu on his back and hold up Li Mofu's legs with both hands.

Lying on Lu Mingyun's back, Li Mofu adjusted his posture and said dissatisfiedly, "Put away your sword. It's hitting my butt."

“…” Lu Mingyun rolled his eyes and walked forward ignoring him.

"rustling"

Lu Mingyun walked very quickly, his eyes scanning the surroundings from time to time, and he asked, "How did you run away from that weirdo?"

"When I woke up, I was flying in the sky. Then the strange old man suddenly stopped and left me under a tree and left. I struggled to get out and ran back the way I came." Li Mofu explained.

"I hadn't walked far when I felt someone appear in front of me. Then they took a small path in the woods and I got lost."

Lu Mingyun frowned, feeling very puzzled. Why did that strange old man want to take Li Mofu away even after being stabbed, and then leave Li Mofu under the tree so easily?

Unless, the strange old man's target was not Li Mofu, but to lure him.

Thinking about it this way, the previous events made sense. But if the weird old man and his employer were targeting him, then why didn't the man in black attack him just now?

Wasn't their purpose to kill him?

The more Lu Mingyun thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He immediately stopped, and in the next second, the large net buried under the dead leaves was reeled in. If he hadn't stopped, he would have been caught by now!

Those people wanted to capture him alive? !

Lu Mingyun was very shocked. He really couldn't figure out who wanted to capture him alive and why?

"Holy crap!" Li Mofu clung to Lu Mingyun with both legs, feeling terrified by the scene before him. With such a large net, catching ten people wouldn't be a problem, let alone two.

Lu Mingyun released his right hand from supporting Li Mofu and immediately turned around to run back. Before they could take two more steps, five men in black rushed out from the woods and confronted them with swords.

"...hiss..." Li Mofu only felt pain in his flesh. Looking at those big knives, he could already imagine the heart-wrenching pain they would cause on his body.

Probably dying.

Li Mofu's heart was beating rapidly, and an expression of horror gradually appeared on his face. He climbed on Lu Mingyun's back like a water ghost grabbing a person.

The five men approached little by little, holding their cold swords. Their figures, heights, and clothing were very similar, like five clones.