There is a forest sea five miles southeast of Menghu Mountain, above the treetops.
Seeing Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei being dragged out like dead dogs, Li Fuzi's strangely thin face showed surprise at first, and then some confusion: "You really did it, winning so neatly?"
Qin Yuliu smiled faintly, with an intoxicating charm on his face: "I must have used some dirty tricks like cartilage powder! It is in line with his identity as a bandit, interesting! Interesting!"
Master Li thought about it for a moment: "Although the boys from the Chen family and the Murong family are not practicing the best mental methods, they don't have the ability to distinguish, right?"
Qin Yuliu said: "You seem to have ignored Xin Zhuo's disguise. This boy has an insight into human nature. When there are hostages in his hands, he flees in a hurry. This is enough to make the boys from the Chen family and Murong family confused if they care. They are not mature enough. , and he is not a cunning person, so naturally he cannot guard against it."
Mr. Li couldn't help stroking his beard and looking up to the sky laughing: "It's so easy and refreshing to break the desperate situation! It's really refreshing. When I was young, I didn't have this kid's ghostly spirit!"
"Will you kill him now?" Qin Yuliu asked coldly.
Mr. Li stopped laughing and said calmly: "You won a silver coin for me, why should I kill him? I suddenly like this guy a little bit, give me money!"
Qin Yuliu turned his slender hand lightly, and in the process of twisting, there was a bottle of pills in his palm, with the words "Twelve taels of silver" written clearly on it, and he threw it to Mr. Li.
At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew behind him, just like the general trend of heaven and earth, and the natural phenomenon. The forest sea was floating and rolling, and then it became quiet again in an instant. However, the human face on the big tree behind disappeared and fell heavily to the ground.
An old voice came from far away: "In four days, let him enter the pavilion."
The two of them bowed and saluted. Qin Yuliu raised his head, a trace of doubt flashed across his face: "What if he runs away?"
"Capture him!"
"Why don't you run?"
"Watch what he does."
"Here!"
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"I have been practicing martial arts for twenty years. I have been diligent and conscientious. I have never slacked off for a day. I am sincere and have no desires. I dare not waste a moment. I am really unwilling to fall into the hands of the villain Xin Zhuo. If there is anyone who comes after me, I will avenge my family. Fufeng Song Family and my master Shenqiang Villa must express our gratitude..."
Deep in the cave, two torches were lit, and the light was dim, illuminating the faces of more than a dozen people from the Yuan and Song families.
Song Dongxi was tied to the thickest stalactite. He rubbed his feet together with difficulty, took off his right shoe, scratched his big toe, and wrote a line of blood on the ground.
Yuan Yourong, who had chapped lips, lost a layer of skin, and looked depressed subconsciously glanced at him and couldn't help but sneer: "Where did you learn this from reading a small book? The writing is so obvious, you can see it when the bandits come, Do you think they are blind?"
Song Dongxi ignored it, erased a line of bloody words, and wrote it again.
Yuan Yourong quietly looked into the distance and saw that no one was watching. His eyes lit up and he lowered his voice: "Is it possible... to find a way to escape?"
Song Dongxi sneered: "Did you move?"
Yuan Yourong glanced at the long coffin nails fixed between his shoulders and blades, and then thought of Cui Yinger, the cruel female thief with fox eyes, and the light in his eyes disappeared.
Song Dongxi continued to write. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a little native dog with a tuft of red hair on its head ran over from a distance with its tongue hanging out. It raised its hind legs and peed on the bloody words. It was instantly flushed. After finishing the mess, he shook his hips in a humane manner, looked back with a contemptuous smile, and left leisurely.
Insulted by a dog?
Song Dongxi was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to the sky and roared: "Xin Zhuo, little thief, you and I are at odds with each other!"
Yuan Yourong looked at him blankly: "What kind of madness are you doing? What did you do to Xin Zhuo?"
"My dog has become a sperm and shakes it after peeing. Is Xin Zhuo still a human?"
Makes sense! Yuan Yourong was also aroused and said, "Xin Zhuo, you thief, you must die a good death!"
"Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei will kill you in the desolate forest without a burial place!" Song Dongxi finally gave in and placed his hope on Chen and Murong.
Yuan Yourong's eyes lit up again: "Sister Guiyan and Second Brother Murong are determined to kill Xin Zhuo's head. We still have hope!"
"That's right!"
Before the two could vent their humiliation, footsteps rushed outside. Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, and others led a group of bandits from the Tiger Village, dragged a group of soft people in, and then skillfully tied each of them to a stalactite. On the bed, there were bloody coffin nails on the shoulders, which hurt just looking at them.
Yuan Yourong and Song Dongxi watched eagerly. When they saw clearly that it was Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei, their impassioned curses turned into a bone-chilling coldness.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
At this time, Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei were still awake, or the medicine was not effective enough to make them unconscious. They endured the severe pain in their bodies and looked at them with confusion and confusion on their faces.
Soon Cui Ying'er and others left without saying a word the whole time.
It became quiet in the cave.
The four of them looked at each other speechlessly.
It seems that nothing can be said.
Then, we looked at the moss-covered cave roof together, in silence.
A few days ago, my family notified the bandits that they were coming with murderous intent. After all, rescuing people and killing small groups of bandits didn't seem to be a difficult task. A quick knife can cut through the mess.
Who would have thought that old Mr. Murong would go back halfway, and as a result, people like himself would be captured by the bandits, and all of them would be killed in one fell swoop, and none of them would escape. How could they be called miserable?
Think about it carefully, it’s so evil!
Is it because we are too weak or our brains are not flexible?
Probably not, there is nothing wrong with what we did.
The only reason to blame is that there are bandits like Xin Zhuo in the world!
"Xin Zhuo's martial arts are very strange!"
Song Dongxi spoke first, "His mental skills are very strong, but his basic skills don't seem to be very solid. It must be because he has only practiced one or two moves for a long time, especially that one palm technique. I really can't understand it."
These words aroused a strong response from Yuan Yourong: "That's right! His palm was so terrifying, so wild and unpredictable that there was no trace to be found. I didn't even know how to receive it. Ada and I were attacked by him in one fell swoop. He lost, but he was indeed unstable and his basic skills were not good.”
Murong Lei frowned and said, "Isn't that right? It is said that he is very good at swordsmanship, boxing, fingering, kicking, and light kung fu. How come his basic skills are not solid?"
Song Dongxi hesitated for a moment: "It's hard to say. He doesn't give me the impression of a skilled and experienced warrior, but his palm skills are unpredictable and vicious."
"Maybe he has a very scary master?" Yuan Yourong tried to ask: "Is it possible that he is Mr. Dongfang?"
Song Dongxi shook his head: "Mr. Dongfang probably wouldn't accept such a disciple. I think he looks like the Spirit Slayer of Shuiyue Temple."
Then he asked Murong Lei and the other two: "What do you think?"
Murong Lei was a little confused. What was the name of the male disciple that the master of the nunnery accepted? Monk or nun?
Chen Guiyan, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, with tears still in his eyes: "We have never fought against him. He used hostages to threaten us and defeated us with poison. In fact, no matter what martial arts he used, we cannot ignore his cunning and treachery. This little guy Although the thief is young, he is more despicable and shameless than the rumored gangsters and gangsters."
The cave became quiet again.
After a while, Murong Lei asked a question: "Xin Zhuo only captures but not kills, what does he want to do?"
"That's right! I also want to know what he wants to do." A depressed voice came from the corner.
Everyone looked back and realized that it was the celebrities on the list of wanted thefts posted in Fucheng, Sun Wu, the head of Menghu Village, and Wang Hulu, the military advisor. The two were tied up like rice dumplings.
"Xin Zhuo is really hateful. I was his alliance leader, but he has no regard for morality and is shameless and obscene!" Sun Wu was so wronged that he cursed loudly.
"hehe."
Murong Lei and the others smiled coldly and refused to pay attention. If we were caught, it was justice encountering evil. If you were caught, it was a fight between despicable bandits. How can we generalize?
"What are you talking about?"
At this time, Xin Zhuo's voice came from outside, and he was seen holding a basin of meat, taking the evil little native dog, and sitting on the tiger-skin chair opposite, with a contented look on his face.
