Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 8 Young owner, I will bet on you to support you 8
She was extremely impatient, the sky was getting dark, and she had to rush to get the candied haws, so she couldn't be delayed by these people.

"Hurry up and start!"

Shen Ronghua separated his feet, bent his knees, and arched his back slightly, in a posture of self-defense.

However, this wave of men in black doesn't talk about Wude.

When the cold knife light reflected between her brows and eyes, Shen Ronghua's heart skipped a beat. Too bad, these people were armed with weapons.

Banjin was so angry that he jumped up and cursed angrily: "Host, these people are really shameless, they bully as much as they can, and they even carry knives!"

"Don't be impatient, these people may not be able to stop me."

Shen Ronghua was very confident in his kung fu, he rushed into the crowd with a smile on his face, avoided the damage from all directions with ease, his defense was the main offense, and he was able to seize the opportunity every time to deal a heavy blow to the man in black.

If you don't make a move, you will die, and if you make a move, you will be killed or injured.

The sound of the wheels rolling on the mountain road is especially clear in the silent night.

There is a cup of tea and a plate of snacks on the small square table.

The man was lying on his side on the soft cushion, holding a volume of books, but his gaze passed over it from time to time, frequently falling on the candied haws not far away.

From the moment the candied haws appeared in the carriage, as time passed, his mood gradually became impatient, and at this moment, he was even a little irritable.

An eyesore.

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If you don't come again, the sugar wrapped in the hawthorn will melt.

Did you forget?
Song Qingxiu's eyes are getting darker, no one can break his promise, no one!

At this moment, there was a sudden fluctuation outside the carriage. Song Qingxiu sat up subconsciously, his eyes filled with unknowing anticipation, but when he saw the person coming, his eyes instantly darkened, and he said coldly, "Why are you ?”

Xing Shisan scratched his head, a little at a loss and said: "Young Village Master stipulates that we must report important matters in the village to you at You hour every day."

When the young owner was out, he appeared in the carriage at this time every day.

Song Qingxiu was slightly taken aback, today seemed to be longer than before.

It turned out that the time had not yet come, no wonder the girl hadn't appeared yet.

After Xing Shisan stuttered and reported the important matter, he left the carriage as fast as he could in his life.The owner of the young village is in a bad mood today, so it's safer to stay far away.

Shen Ronghua entangled with the men in black for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to get away. His back and arms were cut several times, and the pain was excruciating. Even so, he still reluctantly raised his breath and chased after Song Qingxiu's carriage.

Ban Jin wailed with distress, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohom a clinic to a doctor's office

Shen Ronghua was in pain at first, but after being howled by Ban Jin, he couldn't help joking: "I thought you cared about my pain, but I didn't expect you only cared about the perfection of my skin."

He choked for half a catty, and suddenly couldn't cry out.

On the other hand, the coachman said that he had never driven such a slow carriage, the owner of the young village was embarrassing him!Walking is faster than this carriage!

When that familiar figure appeared in the night, the coachman automatically gave up resistance, and even consciously stretched his neck over to expose the acupoints to the other party.

However, the girl just patted him on the shoulder, "Old acquaintance, I won't touch your acupuncture points."

Yes, for the third time.

Because of the girl's arrival, the carriage was filled with the smell of blood, and three or two drops of glaring red appeared on the gray-white carpet.

Song Qingxiu frowned slightly, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and asked casually, "Are you injured?"

(End of this chapter)