The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 140 Chivalrous and Soft (4)

Luo Xing walked to the table, lit the oil lamp, and the dark cellar suddenly lit up.

There were chirping and scratching sounds in her ears, and she turned her head to see a fat mouse lying in the corn pile and eating corn.

The mouse was fat and strong, and it must have been in the cellar for a long time. It was not afraid to see the falling star, and even hugged the corn kernels and dropped the star.

"..."

The corners of Luo Xing's eyes twitched, and he walked unhurriedly to the corn pile and squatted down, looking at Fat Rat's small eyes, "Little thing, you are quite courageous."

"Chichi..." Fat Rat turned around and twisted his butt towards Luoxing.

The small movements are cute and cute.

[Pfft...] Feng Wu was eating watermelon, and all of it spurted out at once. This little mouse was quite interesting.

Luo Xing looked at its short tail, and grabbed the fat mouse in his hand, "Hamster."

The fur of the little thing in his hand was smooth, with some luster under the candlelight, not like the ordinary mice outside.

"Is someone raising him?"

Fat Rat ignored Luoxing, struggled twice in Luoxing's hand and jumped back to the corn pile, holding the corn and stuffing it into its mouth, its cheeks were bulging.

Luo Xing smiled, and lay down on the bed at one side. It was originally quiet and boring, but now that there was such a little thing, it just relieved the boredom.
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Yan Xiao re-hid the entrance of the cellar with something, and washed his hands by the sink.

The dust and dirt washed off, and the water in the basin changed from clear to cloudy.

The sound of horseshoes came from far to near, and after a while, the door of the bamboo house was kicked open from the outside.

The door shattered and flew three meters away. The people outside probably didn't expect the door to be so broken, and they paused in mid-air for a long time before retracting.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight people poured into the bamboo house from the outside. They were all dressed as Jianghu people, and their clothes were not very neat, but they all had the same pattern embroidered on their left chests.

The pattern adopts the technique of dark embroidery, which only appears when facing the light, and a sword is looming in the silver-gray circle.

When Yan Xiao saw the pattern, a killing intent flashed across his eyes.

Behind the seven or eight people came in carrying a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a young man dressed in plain brocade in white.

The young man was about 15 years old, with a delicate and pale face, and his brows were slightly twisted, as if he was enduring some pain.

On his right chest, bright red blood stained half of his clothes.

The middle-aged man in yellow clothes guarding the boy's left looked at Yan Xiao, his vicissitudes face was serious and stern, and his voice was loud and impolite, as if this was his territory, "Do you have any wound medicine, take it out quickly .”

Yan Xiao lowered her head and sneered in her heart, not to mention no, she would not give any.

He raised his head and looked honest and honest, "Hero, I am a countryman, and I only plant a field on weekdays. How can there be any wound medicine? There is a village thirty miles to the west. There is a doctor there, and there may be wound medicine there." .”

The middle-aged man looked at the people in front of him, "Go find medicine, make the bed, and put the young master on it."

A few people acted quickly, completely ignoring Yan Xiao, treating this place as their own, entering and exiting several times, the whole bamboo house took on a new look, while Yan Xiao's things were all thrown outside and scattered everywhere.

Someone came over and drove Yan Xiao out of the room.

Yan Xiao clenched her fists, packed her things up by herself, and sat on the edge of the threshold. There seemed to be a vortex in her lowered eyes, which caused a huge wave.

Now that there are many people on the other side, it is not appropriate for him to make a move. Fortunately, he sent Miss Xing'er into the cellar before, otherwise Huang Laodu would recognize them, and I am afraid they would be arrested directly.

It took an hour for the people who went out to find the wound medicine to come back. One of them grabbed an old man with a white beard, who was a doctor in that village.

Huang Laodu came out of the bamboo house, glanced at the old man, and asked, "Why have you been here for so long? Bring someone in quickly."

Several people looked at Yan Xiao who was on the threshold in unison, "What he said was wrong, there are more than thirty miles away."

They talked without hesitation in their actions, and they dragged the old man into the house.

Huang Laodu narrowed his eyes, and kicked Yan Xiao on the shoulder without saying a word, "Hmph, if something happens to my son, you will be buried with him."

Yan Xiao took advantage of the trend and rolled a few times on the ground, getting a little further away from Huang Laodu, raising his eyes as if he dared not speak out.

Huang Laodu didn't take a countryman like him seriously, so he turned and went into the house.

Yan Xiao didn't return to her original position, she got up and went to sit where the firewood was piled up.

He picked up a small carbon rod, rubbed it in his hand, and then quickly threw a small piece of paper through the hole in the exposed bamboo stick.

The ball of paper fell on the table under the cellar, Luo Xing sat up from the bed, walked over to open the ball of paper.

"I don't light the oil lamp at night recently, don't make any noise, I will call you out when people leave."

Luo Xing threw the ball of paper into the oil lamp, looked at the Fat Rat beside him, "Little Fatty, it seems that we will really be together for a while."

The fat mouse jumped onto the table, its small eyes widened, and it chirped.

It's not a fat man.

Luo Xing stretched out his hand and flicked on his chubby belly, Fat Mouse's belly flicked, and after being flicked, it shook like a bouncy ball.

Fat Mouse was so angry, he ran over to bite Luo Xing, but Luo Xing grabbed him and patted his hair in his hands.

All the things it ate into its mouth before were squeezed out by Falling Star. Without the food reserves in its mouth, its chubby body was also smaller.

"jiji~"

"Can't understand."

"jijijiji~"

Fat Mouse cupped his fists with two short hands and waved them up and down, as if begging for mercy.

Luo Xing let go of it, and it jumped onto the table, quickly stuffing the thing that was just squeezed out into its mouth.

After stuffing it, he glared at Luo Xing and quickly climbed up, ran into a hole in the wall and disappeared.

"Little heartless, after eating so much of me, he ran away as soon as he said it."

Luo Xing blew out the oil lamp, walked back to the bed and lay down.
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The doctor was sweating and trembling as he cleaned the wound.

The shiny knife sliced ​​off the carrion on the boy's chest, during which the boy woke up with a cry of pain.

The doctor met those sharp eagle-like eyes, and the knife in his hand shook, and directly pierced into the boy's chest.

"Uh~" The boy spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and passed out again.

Huang Laodu's yellow eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to pat the doctor, "Are you looking for death?"

The doctor was sent flying, and the situation looked no better than the boy on the bed.

Huang Laodu sat by the bed and examined the boy, and was relieved to see that his breathing was still stable.

His sinister eyes looked at the doctor who was sitting on the ground dying, "Don't pretend to be dead for me, come and treat my son quickly, if he can't be cured, you don't have to go back alive."

　I just finished coding, and today Chapter 2 is presented, it took so long to update, I am really sorry.

　　
　
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