The villain is ill

Next to it was a bush half a person's height, and the three of them ran lightly behind the bush and squatted down to hide.

As soon as he hid, he heard hurried footsteps approaching this side, but stopped abruptly not far away. The fat man raised his body and probed to look. Before he could see clearly, he was pulled violently and almost knelt down On the ground, I turned to look at Qin Yuan, but saw him staring at him murderously, realized what stupid thing I did just now, couldn't help laughing, and subconsciously wanted to utter a few words of excuse, suddenly found that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

It seemed that everything they heard before was just their imagination, but the bloody smell lingering in their noses vetoed this conclusion.

Chuanzi listened for a while, making sure he didn't hear any more movement, relaxed his expression, and smiled at Qin Yuan: "Old..."

Before finishing the first word, a hand covered his mouth, Chuanzi looked at Qin Yuan puzzled, but saw Qin Yuan's face was pale and ugly.

"It turns out that there are still a few little mice here."

At this time, a man's voice came from behind the bushes. His voice was shrill and unhurried. It pierced the eardrum like a needle, making the scalp numb.

Chu Mo stayed quietly in Qin Yuan's arms, tightly clutching the clothes on his chest, Qin Yuan touched his head to express comfort, took a deep breath, and gestured to the two of them.

The three of them had been together for so many years, and they had a perfect understanding. After Qin Yuan made a gesture, they got up at the same time.

The fat man threw the package on his body and jumped out like a rabbit. Chuanzi was reluctant to bear his package, and took two steps with him, but found that he couldn't run, so he threw it away, but it was too late to run again. A pale and skinny hand grabbed his neck, and he swung it out. He hit the tree trunk with a "bang", his head tilted, and he slid down loosely.

Chu Mo hugged Qin Yuan's neck, looked behind him, only saw a dark figure stepping on Chuanzi's body, most of his face was covered by the cloak, only a pair of dark eyes could be seen, and this The eyes, now looking at him, are smiling.

Playful, mocking, and contemptuous, just like the amused cat before eating the mouse.

Soon, the man in the cloak disappeared from Chu Mo's sight, leaving only the sound of Qin Yuan's beating heart, his panting breathing, and the sound of the wind constantly tearing in his ears.

Qin Yuan heard Chuanzi's screams, but he didn't dare to stop and look back, his feet were not solid on the soft fallen leaves, he almost slipped and fell several times, he stumbled and ran, his throat was filled with the smell of blood , The heart seems to be jumping out.

The luggage was thrown away when he ran out at the beginning, and at this time he only had Chu Mo in his arms.

He would run faster without himself.Chu Mo buried his head on Qin Yuan's chest, somewhat puzzled by his actions.

At this time Qin Yuan was already exhausted, he felt his lungs were like a blown bellows, he was leaking air when he was panting, his brain was in excruciating pain, and all the scratches on his body were ignored.

After running for a while, Qin Yuan stopped suddenly. He stuffed Chu Mo into a small tree hole in a panic, took out two pieces of gold from his pocket and put them in Chu Mo's hand, and said, "Momo, be good!" Stay here, don't come out, and don't make a sound, if brother doesn't come to pick you up tomorrow, you can leave by yourself, go out and follow the path on the left down the mountain to Fengcheng."

Chu Mo went to pull his hand, Qin Yuan smiled stiffly, patted his head, withdrew his hand, pulled down the tree vine to block the entrance of the cave, turned around and ran in another direction.

Chu Mo sat blankly in the tree hole, it was already dark at this time, although the moon was shining, but the hole was tightly blocked by the trees and vines, but he couldn't see anything, only the sound of Qin Yuan's footsteps getting louder and louder. further away.

The wind blew the leaves rustling, and Chu Mo hugged two pieces of gold, which seemed to have the warmth of Qin Yuan's body on them.

Soon, Chu Mo heard light footsteps coming from outside, the footsteps were unhurried, and he chased in the direction Qin Yuan left.He didn't move, and held his breath lightly. He didn't relax until the sound of footsteps faded away. He wanted to go out, but then remembered Qin Yuan's explanation, and then turned around and sat down obediently with his legs crossed.

After an unknown amount of time, when Chu Mo was about to fall asleep in a daze, he was awakened by a familiar sound of footsteps. His eyes widened and his body tensed up. It was the man in the cloak.

Has he chased Qin Yuan?

Chu Mo huddled himself tightly into a ball, terrified.

Soon, the footsteps disappeared, and there was a dead silence outside the tree hole.

Chu Mo didn't move, because he heard the footsteps disappearing not far outside the tree hole, that is to say, that person was near him at the moment.

This knowledge made Chu Mo's blood coagulate, what should he do?

"Hee hee, there is another little thing here."

Clear and piercing laughter sounded outside the tree hole. His voice was sticky, as if he had just been fished out of a blood vat, with a smell of blood.

Chu Mo sat on the spot, holding the two pieces of gold tightly in his hands. He identified the direction of the tree hole and took a deep breath.

"I've already spotted you, why are you playing hide and seek with me?"

"Are you coming out by yourself, or am I coming to you?"

"A disobedient child is not good."

The voice of the cloaked man was getting closer and closer, and the last sentence seemed to ring in Chu Mo's ear.

Sudden.

The vines rattled.

"Hee hee, I found you... Ouch!"

Two pieces of gold the size of a fist were smashed out of the hole in the tree, and they hit the cloaked man's face unsuspectingly.

While he was dazed, Chu Mo got out of the tree hole and ran away.

But his calves were short, so he couldn't run faster than the cloaked man, within a few steps, the collar tightened, and he was picked up by the cloaked man with one hand.

The man in the cloak shook Chu Mo, still angry, and patted his face again. Seeing him staring at him with puffy eyes, he couldn't help laughing.

"Little thing, how dare you hit me in the face, I think you don't want to live. But this little appearance is not bad, she is a beauty, and I just need a furnace. I am in a good mood today, so I will forgive you." Life."

Although Chu Mo didn't understand what the cauldron was, the cloaked man was not a good person at first glance, so he was unwilling, but he was weak and could not escape the cloaked man's palm at all, and judging from what he said, he probably wouldn't Kill him, figured out this joint, he quickly calmed down.

The man in the cloak smiled with satisfaction, "A well-behaved little thing."

The man in the cloak had a strong bloody smell unique to demon cultivators. Apart from being unable to speak, Chu Mo's five senses were much more sensitive than ordinary people, and he was almost fainted from the close proximity.

"Huh?" The cloaked man slid his fingers across Chu Mo's back, "It's actually a born devil's bone. I can pick up a treasure today."

At this moment, only a sound of breaking through the air came from not far away. Chu Mo looked up and found that several people descended from the sky with their swords.

It's Jianxiu!

Chu Mo heard from his mother that most of the sword cultivators were straightforward and hated the demon cultivators very much.

And they landed only a hundred feet away from here.

If they make a move, will he be saved?

"Little thing, what are you thinking?" The man in the cloak scratched Chu Mo's chin, forcing him to look up, and said with a smile, "This seat is not something that a few youngsters who have just left the mountain gate can beat. If you don't believe me, call them over!" try?"

Chu Mo puffed his cheeks, but didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man in the cloak smiled, "It turns out he's a little dumb, although it's a little less fun, but it's okay, I like it just the same."

While he was speaking, those sword cultivators had already discovered the bloody incident in the forest and were searching this way.

After teasing Chu Mo, the man in the cloak was in a good mood and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his wrist, "Presumptuous!" Anger slapped his palm from his heart.

Chu Mo bit so hard that he almost bit off the cloaked man's flesh. The cloaked man slapped him on the chest. His throat was straight up, and he didn't know whether the smell of blood in his mouth was from the cloaked man or himself. He coughed a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"who?"

Several sword repairmen not far away were attracted by the roar of the cloaked man, and they saw Chu Mo lying on the ground vomiting blood at a glance.

"What a demon cultivator, so rampant! He won't let go of even a three-year-old child!" The leader of the white-clothed sword cultivator raised his sword and attacked the cloaked man, and several other sword cultivators also stepped forward to besiege them together. , No one cares whether Chu Mo is dead or alive.

Hearing the sound of the battle getting farther and farther away, Chu Mo stood up holding his chest, and walked down the mountain with deep and shallow steps.

Brother Qin Yuan said that if you go down the mountain along this path, you can reach Fengcheng.

The first snow in Lingcheng this year came very early. It was still late autumn yesterday, but today the city was closed by heavy snow.

Boss Yang of the Baozi shop removed the door panel and habitually looked at the left wall outside the door. There was nothing but the snow that had fallen from the eaves and piled up in a pile. hide."

Or it was too cold in the snow, and they were unwilling to fire. Today's business is much stronger than in the past, and it was sold out in two hours.

While packing up the drawer, another guest came to the door, "Boss Yang, here are two drawers of steamed stuffed buns."

"It's gone." Boss Yang didn't raise his head, "Boss Chen, hurry up tomorrow."

"Isn't there another drawer here?" Boss Chen opened the steamer.

Boss Yang patted his hand away, "Someone has decided."

"Well, my firewood is all wet, it seems that we can only drink northwest wind today." Boss Chen sighed.

Boss Yang hummed, "Drink."

Seeing that Boss Yang was determined not to sell to him, Boss Chen had no choice but to give up. Before he left, he still looked at the door, "Where's the dumb little beggar? Is he not here today?" .

Boss Yang tidied up the stove, took out the oiled paper bag, wrapped the drawer of buns, put them on his chest to warm them, closed the door and hurried to the west of the city.

The dumb little beggar Boss Chen mentioned came to Lingcheng with an old beggar three months ago. He was about six or seven years old. Boss Yang really didn't know what he looked like. His face was always dirty, and he just remembered it. Those eyes were clear, clean, and full of intelligence.

From the first day he entered the city, he seemed to have identified with their family, and waited at the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop every morning, regardless of the weather, Boss Yang also felt sorry for this little guy, and always left him the last drawer of steamed stuffed buns every day.

I just don't know why he didn't come today.

Thinking of this, Boss Yang couldn't help stepping up his steps.