Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

Torrential downpour.

Bean-sized raindrops fell rapidly from the gray sky, like crystal clear colorless crystals, filled with the smell of dust and vegetation, and splashed large and small water on the ground.

The raindrops fell on the eaves, and then slid down densely along the tiles, forming transparent water curtains.There was a child holding an umbrella and playing in the water outside the water curtain. The rain fell on his umbrella, making a crackling sound, which also covered up some unharmonious sounds under the rain curtain.

There is a woman calling from a distance under the eaves. The quicksand of the years has eroded her edges and corners, giving her a soft whisper that belongs to Jiangnan, and her gestures are comfortingly gentle.

The child heard his mother's call, smiled and ran back holding an umbrella, showing off something loudly.The woman raised her hand to pin back the strands of hair that fell on her forehead, and gently led her child back.

This is a somewhat remote alley, and the winding alley makes it easy for people to lose their way.The eaves are simply not too high, and it is easy to climb to the nearby branches to see a large area of ​​scenery clearly in the mist and rain.Although the farther places are still a bit blurry, it doesn't prevent a person who knows martial arts from quickly shuttling through it.

The calm alley in the rain was broken by the sound of extremely fast footsteps. The raindrops that fell on the ground gathered into large and small puddles. The dark reflection of the eaves in the water was blurred by the rain, and was stepped on by the man. However, it was directly broken into thousands of pieces, like the tight-fitting scales of a happily swimming fish.

The person who came was wearing a tattered bamboo hat, which obviously couldn't cover the torrential rain, which made this person look a bit embarrassed.His eyes were covered with a black gauze, which was already wet by the rain at this time, revealing the outline of the eyes under the eyes.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his body was tense, like a cheetah ready to go, ready to meet all kinds of sudden dangers and accidents at any time.The right hand, which was wet by the rain and looked a little pale, clenched the handle of the knife tightly. The veins on the back of the hand were slightly protruding. The menacing torrential rain hit it violently, but it didn't shake the opponent at all. It could only turn into raindrops in vain slip down.

Luo Yinchuan was dressed in coarse black clothes, and flitted quickly through the alleys with complex terrain, like a light swallow flying past at a very high speed, looking familiar and brisk, and disappeared around the corner after a while.

The person chasing him is obviously not familiar with this place, and the torrential rain is the best assistant to eliminate all clues. When the person came here, it was already half a stick of incense.

The rain showed no sign of decreasing, but the sky was getting darker.The visitor knew that he would never catch up with Luo Yinchuan again, so he thought about it for a while, then returned with his weapon.

The original silence returned to the alley.

And not far from the corner ahead, under the backs of various bamboo louvers, a wide and tight bamboo mat tightly blocked the figure of the man in black.It is located in a dead corner of the leeward wind, and the dense rain cannot seep in. The inside is covered with dry haystacks. It should be a secret base specially arranged by the children nearby.

What they didn't know was that at this moment their secret base was occupied by two uninvited guests.

One is a drenched wanderer walking in Luoyinchuan, and the other is a white kitten less than a month old.

Seeing that his pursuers had gone away, Luo Yinchuan breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the hand covering the little milk cat's mouth.

Unexpectedly, the cat was still very irritable, and the milky smell on his body had not been removed, so he gave him a paw with a grin.He bowed his body, the hair on his back was all blown up, and there was a warning sound in his throat, as if he was yelling at him:

Damn humans!That's all for grabbing Master Cat's sleeping position! !How dare you cover Lord Cat's noble mouth with your dirty hands! ! !

She is milky and small, and surprisingly has a temper.

Luo Yinchuan looked at his hand that had been scratched severely by the little milk cat. His skin was rough and fleshy, without even red marks.But the little milk cat broke half of its nails coquettishly, which is really dumbfounding.

It reminded him of a certain teenager.

When Luo Yinchuan first came out of the mountain, the witchcraft in southern Xinjiang was rampant, and all the toxins he refined were used on the innocent people in the Central Plains who were captured by them.At that time, his brain was hot, and he rushed into the southern border with a knife alone.

Luo Yinchuan, who thought he was reckless enough, met someone who was even more reckless than him, and that person got into the bad habit of not knowing where he got into. , so clever that he doesn't look like a captured person at all.

Luo Yinchuan crouched on a tree branch to observe, and saw that Gu Xiaoyong, who was pretending to be a woman, entered the room with the leader of Nanjiang fascinated, changed clothes and came out after less than a stick of incense. What kind of medicine successfully made everyone mistake him for the leader.

He followed Gu Xiaoyong and successfully groped into the cell where all the hostages were held. As soon as the other party saw those people, they let down their vigilance, knocked out a few guards, and then began to release them blatantly.

Those subordinates were foolish, but the lord of Southern Border was an overly shrewd person. Almost as soon as a few guards fell down, the other party noticed something strange, and led a large group of subordinates to rush to the cell in a hurry.

Seeing that the other party didn't sense the danger at all, Luo Yinchuan quickly appeared and wrapped him in his arms, covered the other party's mouth and hid in the dark.

—and then his hand was bitten.

The brat's teeth were sharp, and the pain caused him to grin his teeth.Out of revenge and some kind of subtle hooliganism, he squeezed the opponent's chest hard.Department one.

Gu Xiaoyong was stunned, and Luo Yinchuan was also stunned.

It's fine for him to be stunned, but he still has to say: "Huh?This girl has such a small chest? 』

The lord of Nanjiang led a group of his men to investigate cell by cell, when he suddenly heard a loud collision sound not far away, and then saw two people fighting with weapons.

The main reason is that Gu Xiaoyong is fighting, and Luo Yinchuan has been hiding.

Everyone in the cell was stunned.

"Where the hell did you come from, you bastard! ! ! ’ The young Gu Xiaoyong was so angry that his liver ached, ‘I won’t be named Gu if I don’t beat you to death today! ! ! 』

Seeing the other party's face turned red with anger, Luo Yinchuan's hopeful eyes were full of murderous anger, and while avoiding, he casually understood:

Oh... a man?

Seeing that the two men were fighting fiercely, the leader of Southern Border over there winked at the people around him.The subordinates were sympathetic, leading people to slowly surround the two people.

From the corner of his eyes, Luo Yinchuan saw the people from Southern Xinjiang who surrounded him, and he quickly raised his hand to beg for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, little ancestor, please calm down first, I will stand and let you beat us when we go out, okay?" 』

After all, Gu Xiaoyong is also a sensible person, so he naturally sensed the danger of the surrounding environment, so he put aside his dissatisfaction with Luo Yinchuan for the time being, and put all his anger on the people of Nanjiang.

He didn't do anything else, he was obviously a man, so he had to kick those people's lifeblood.Pitiful to those people, they endured Luo Yinchuan's anger for no reason, clutching his broken egg until his nose ran out of pain.

Luo Yinchuan, who was watching the battle with the lord, was shocked and trembling.

Although it looked easy, the process was indeed very dangerous and difficult. After saving everyone in the end, Luo Yinchuan respectfully handed the torch to the dark-faced Gu Xiaoyong: "Brother, do you want to light a fire?" ? 』

Gu Xiaoyong didn't take his fire, and kicked him fiercely as soon as he cut off his children and grandchildren.

Fortunately, Luo Yinchuan had figured out the boy's body skills in the cell before, so he hurriedly clamped his legs, pinching the boy's slender ankle to his crotch.Down.

Although separated by several layers of fabric, the two of them could still feel the touch of the place they touched. Luo Yinchuan's thing was heavy, and it was directly attached to his instep.Immediately, Gu Xiaoyong's face became darker, and he slapped him out.

Men never slap their hands in fights.

That's what women use on hooligans.

Luo Yinchuan, covering his swollen face, pitifully set fire to the Southern Xinjiang people's village, feeling rather resentful in his heart.

——That’s because you kicked it yourself, why are you still hitting me?

The haystack exudes sunlight and the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, and Luo Yinchuan looks out at the rain curtain outside through the gaps in the bamboo louvers.The little milk cat was still scratching him angrily with its paws, as if it would never stop until it drove him away.

Luo Yinchuan lifted the back of the little milk cat's neck and looked at it with vacant eyes.

——Yo, it’s also a male.

The narrow-minded man flicked the little ball with his index finger, and as expected, he heard the little kitten howling angrily.

Satisfied, he accepted the stinky rascal's heart, held the little milk cat in his arms, closed his eyes and slowly fell into a coma.

Luo Yinchuan was dressed in black and was thoroughly drenched by the heavy rain. Now that he had rested, the huge wound on his waist was bleeding continuously, staining a small piece of clean and fresh haystack red.

If the kitten is still there when you wake up, give it a name.

How about an angry kitten?

Thinking about naming Fei Luo Yinchuan.

Qichan shallowly calculated a hexagram today, stared at her eyes slightly, and then went out with a plain oiled paper umbrella under the puzzled eyes of her disciples.

The heavy rain was pouring, and the hurried pedestrians walked quickly, and the rain inevitably wet their clothes and soles.

The monk was wearing a plain monk's robe and shallow cloth shoes, but he was not touched by the rain at all.He walked forward slowly with his eyes downcast, his expression indifferent, spotless, out of tune with the noisy surroundings.

He walked through the busy streets, walked through the secluded alleys, and finally stopped at a corner full of sundries.

He waited quietly.

A soft meow came from under the debris in the corner.

Qichan walked forward holding an umbrella, raised her hand and pushed aside a corner of the bamboo mat.

A pitiful little milk cat raised its head and looked at him anxiously.

Another pitiful big cat curled up and fell asleep with its head tilted.

Qichan sighed deeply, deeply.

--"well."