A feeling of despair hit his heart, this backpack is too important to him!

In the backpack is almost all of his belongings, which is equivalent to his net worth. The most important thing is that the bronze heart moon that can prove his identity is also in the backpack. Fengyang Inn only recognizes tokens, and if he loses it, he will have no way out.

Seeing the angry appearance of the wind, the proprietress sympathized and pointed to the door, "Just run out, go chase it!" and said softly: "What a melon peel." ”

"Kick and kick" ran out, the wind stood outside the door, looked into the distance, and vaguely saw a young man in a gray kak, running into the distance, he hurriedly chased after it.

Running and shouting through the crowd, no one could understand him, just stood oddly and watched him run.

After chasing a few hundred meters, the wind had already seen the fleeing man, and the Kak on his body was exaggeratedly large, and he was thrown around like a swing, so that he ran like a kangaroo, and was not very fast.

Turning the road, the young man turned into an alley, and on both sides there were houses made of stones, all uphill. Although the wind was not as old as he looked, after all, he was older, and he began to gasp breathlessly, and stood there watching the young man run forward, almost losing his trace.

Just as the wind was whirring and wheezing, the young man also stopped, covered his chest with his hands, gasped for breath, and looked back at him, with the wind's backpack on his back.

The wind caught a moment's breath and pursued him again, and the lad, seeing the wind, also ran forward with great speed, and turned again into a downhill road, narrower, and paved with pimple stones.

The strange thing is that the young man is always a few hundred meters away from the wind, and the wind can see him, but cannot catch up with him. Fengsheng was in a hurry, only a backpack in his eyes, no matter whether it was strange or not, he tried his best and ran forward.

Just as the wind was a few steps away from catching the young man, he suddenly ran to the path on the left.

Fengsheng was overjoyed, and turned to the left, and flew up, almost on the young man's shoulders, but his feet were suddenly entangled by something invisible, and his whole body leaned forward suddenly, rushing into the air.

Now, he fell back to the ground...... To be precise, it's a gravel pavement.

The wind swooped down, and the lungs were violently constricted. Before he could catch his breath, he tried to raise his head, looked around in confusion, and found that his feet were suspended in the air by a rope, his mouth was almost touching the road, and several people stood next to him, clasping their hands in front of their chests, watching him swing there.

The wind reacted suddenly, this is a trap, the young man deliberately ran slowly, led himself to this side, it was too late to regret it, I didn't expect that he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, but he capsized in the gutter.

"Where's the goods?" asked a man crouching down, wearing a brown high-necked cotton jacket, moderately thin, with a bit of buckteeth, and his mouth almost touching the cheeks of the wind.

The wind reached up, trying to grab the rope and straighten up, but he couldn't reach it, so he had to close his eyes and hang his head, "What are you talking about?"

"Garlic!" The bucktoothed man raised his foot and kicked at the wind's waist, making a "bang", followed by the wind's painful oops.

"I really don't know, what kind of 'goods' are you talking about?"

"The mouth is hard enough! Hehe, it's normal, no one wants to spit out fat. Then, the bucktooth man aimed at the sound of the wind, and with his hard leather shoes, he attacked again.

As soon as the wind continued, if it went on like this, he would definitely be killed by this deflated three, the hero was at the end of the road, and he had to serve, so he hurriedly said: "There are goods, there are goods, you put me down quickly." ”

"That's what you call being sensible. The bucktooth man reached out and patted Fengsheng's cheek and said. "Put him down. ”

A stout young man standing in the back, twisting his body, walked to the stone wall on the right, and began to untie the rope.

After a while, the rope was loosened, and the wind fell all at once, and his waist hit the gravel ground hard, causing him to scream.

Fengsheng arched up, sat on the ground, and looked at the three people strangely, still not understanding what was going on.

The bucktooth man squatted in front of him, stretched out his palm, looked at Fengsheng's face, and asked, "Where are the goods?"

"No, I don't. ”

"Fucking pretend, as soon as you get out of the bus station, we're targeted. The bucktooth man then asked, "Are you a local?"

"It's not. ”

"And you're here for a tour?"

Fengsheng thought for a moment, "It's okay, right?"

The bucktooth man was angry and punched Feng Sheng's stomach, "Hand it over quickly, Lao Tzu doesn't have time to tease you!"

"I put it at a friend's place. ”

"Which friend?"

"Manager Lin of Fengyang Inn. ”

Bucktooth burst into a burst of laughter, and the two guys next to him couldn't help but laugh funny.