"So, are you sure it's really okay?"
Le Fan was a little worried.
"Don't worry, it's absolutely fine."
Huo Yingwei is full of confidence.
They found strips of cloth and tied the little orb to his back.
Bringing a small orb is equivalent to bringing a luck bonus.
So, absolutely no problem.
Looking at the firm eyes of the father and daughter, Le Fan smiled slightly and touched Xiao Baozhu's head, "Then, I'll leave it to you."
Huo Yingwei carried the little orb on his back and went there in a majestic manner.
Beside the city wall.
The county magistrate stood below and asked, "You haven't seen those two father and daughter these days?"
"No."
The county magistrate smiled, it would be fine if it didn’t happen, it would be fine if it didn’t happen.
If you didn't see them, they must have died inside.
Dead people don't tell.
Now, he can rest assured.
Just when the county magistrate was about to return home, suddenly, a sound came from the city wall.
"Master! They are not dead yet!"
Not only is he not dead, but he looks fine.
"What?!"
The county magistrate was anxious.
The master comforted him, "Master, don't panic. We still have many ways."
Even if he has three heads and six arms, don't even think about it!
"Yes, yes!" The county magistrate suppressed his panic.
They still have bows and arrows and hot oil, so what are they afraid of?
"Set the arrows, shoot the arrows!" the county magistrate shouted, "don't let them come out!"
On the city wall, the archers raised their arrows.
But they all couldn't bear it.
Forget about dealing with that big man, that little girl looks like she is four or five years old at most. If they are asked to shoot arrows, they are a little unable to do it!
"master……"
Some people couldn't resist the torture of conscience and said, "He also has a child."
"Pack it together for me!"
Could he not know that he had a child with him?
That little brat dared to hit himself.
Death is not unjust!
Under the city wall.
Huo Yingwei tightened the strips on her tights again, "Daughter, are you ready?"
"Ready!" Little Baozhu raised her hands and shouted.
"Then let's get on it!"
Huo Yingwei quickened his pace.
With his ability, it is not difficult at all to climb such a city wall.
The hard part is dealing with the archers on the wall.
At this moment, the archers saw the small orb that Huo Yingwei was carrying.
They couldn't bear it.
But there was nothing they could do.
If they don't let Huo Yingwei die, they will be the ones who die by then.
They could only grit their teeth and aim at Huo Yingwei.
With a whooshing sound, the first arrow was shot out.
Xiaobaozhu waved his little hand, "Missed!"
That arrow was aimed at Huo Yingwei.
However.
Whoosh!
It stuck close to Huo Yingwei's scalp and rubbed against it. Huo Yingwei was unscathed.
This...is impossible? !
"Did you hit it?!" The county magistrate was very anxious. Why didn't he hear the scream?
"Master, no, no!"
"A bunch of trash!" The magistrate stamped his feet, "Keep cumming for me!"
The remaining archers picked up their bows and arrows.
Sudden.
There was a snap.
The originally strong bow and arrow suddenly broke into two pieces.
The man almost fell down.
Except for him, everyone else is not so good either.
They clearly pointed the arrow at Huo Yingwei, but no matter how they aimed, the arrow just couldn't hit him!
"what happened?!"
The archers on the city wall had doubts about themselves for the first time.
He didn't fly, nor did he move well.
But why, I just can’t hit it!
Huo Yingwei gave a thumbs up to his precious daughter behind him.
This amulet is really useful.
It’s better than wearing a hundred pieces of armor!
Seeing that Huo Yingwei was about to climb up.
There was a commotion above.
The county magistrate probably guessed what was going on and stamped his feet anxiously.
"Trash, a bunch of trash! Come on me, come on me! Hot oil, isn't there still hot oil?! Pour it on me!"
Looking at the anxious look on the county magistrate's face, he seemed to be eager to go there himself.
The master quickly comforted him, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
This is really strange.
Previously, there were so many people trying to break out, and the archers could stop them. Today, they are just blocking one person, so why can't they be stopped!
On the city wall.
Guard A: "Do we really need to use hot oil?"
His hands were shaking a little.
If hot oil is poured down, it will burn people to death.
There was a little girl down there, and they really couldn't bear it!
Guard B gritted his teeth: "This is the only thing we can do. Master is going crazy, don't you hear me?"
They had no choice but to be reasonable and raise the cauldron in their hands.
As long as the hot oil is poured down, the gods will be unable to fly.
The guards couldn't bear it and closed their eyes.
It stands to reason that all they need to do is aim at Huo Yingwei below and pour hot oil on it.
But at this critical moment.
"Hey! Hey hey hey -"
Guard A's waist suddenly twisted.
Guard B panicked, "Don't let go, don't let go!"
He couldn't hold such a big pot of hot oil by himself!
But the waist of Guard A was twisted so coincidentally.
He wanted to help hold it steady, but he just couldn't hold it steady.
Guard B felt that the pot was getting heavier and heavier, and it felt like it was leaning backwards.
"Don't let go, don't let go—"
"ah--!!!"
Guard B's shouting had no effect at all.
The hot oil in the pot was poured straight to the back.
Before the magistrate could understand it, he saw something splashed down.
"ah--!"
Only the county magistrate screamed.
"My head, my head!"
"master!"
The people below were in chaos.
The tilted pot of hot oil hit the magistrate's black gauze hat without any deviation.
He only felt the top of his head burning.
"Master, don't be afraid, I'm coming!"
The master was shouting beside him, but he didn't dare to really step forward.
That's boiling hot oil!
Finally, a brave man stepped forward.
He grabbed the magistrate's black gauze hat and lifted it up——
Everyone was shocked.
The magistrate's hair was all stuck to his hat.
When the man mentioned this, all his hair was torn off, and his head looked like a red stewed egg with blisters of various sizes hanging on it.
"My head, my head!"
the magistrate screamed.
He couldn't wait to rush forward immediately and tear the two men apart with his hands.
The county magistrate's screams have been heard by Huo Yingwei and Xiao Baozhu.
"It seems like that bad uncle is shouting." Little Baozhu said, "What's wrong with him?"
"You must have received retribution." Huo Yingwei said lightly.
The two people on the city wall were a little confused.
They didn't want to mess with the county magistrate!
What should we do now? !
"Pot, pot!"
Suddenly, the person next to me shouted.
"ah--"
Another scream.
They were just looking at the county magistrate, and they didn't realize that the big iron pot had also slipped.
The iron pot hit the magistrate's feet with a thud.
"Master!" The people next to him were frightened.
