But what's wrong, everything that goes unsatisfactory is just helpless.

Ling Ling and Wu Song didn't go too long, Ling Ling couldn't hold on, the road to Bianjing was still long, thinking of this fact Ling Ling didn't want to go, beckoned Wu Song to find a vacant lot in the woods next to the road, and without lighting a fire, the two of them bit the baked cake and filled their stomachs with water, and then leaned against the tree and prepared to sleep.

Ling Ling leaned against the tree, the quieter the night, the more people couldn't sleep, the main thing was that he couldn't sleep comfortably by leaning on the tree, Ling Ling's young master's problem had not been cleaned up for two days. I looked at the moon with my eyes open, and then the pain in my feet surged into every nerve in my body, and I didn't dare to touch the bubbles on my feet when I took off my shoes with my teeth open, but I took it off a little more comfortably.

Because of the pain Ling Ling, he began to think wildly, when I used to watch costume dramas, wasn't there an endless stream of carriages on the road? Didn't they all say that the ancients were kind and it was very casual to take a ride? But he and Wu Song have been gone for two days, and no one is willing to take them, which is a bit unbelievable.

Think about the protagonist of that kind of historical novel, which one didn't save a person who was mostly at the level of the eldest lady or above in the dead of night, and then was hitchhiked and then soared, according to the rhythm of the system, is he at least a protagonist? Why do you have the hardships of the protagonist but not the life of the protagonist? Hey, a novel is a novel, and it can't be compared!

After walking for a day, Ling Ling was still very tired, and the pain in his feet couldn't stop the fierce sleepiness of the attack, so he fell asleep in a daze.

"Big brother, wake up...... Wake up......"

I don't know how long he slept, Ling Ling felt that someone was calling him, so he reluctantly tried to open his eyes, and what caught his eye was Wu Song's beard that took up half of his face.

"Ah...... What's wrong......" Ling Ling rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Brother, there is a commotion ahead, I'm afraid it's not safe" Wu Song was still very anxious, when he was in charge for a long time, he also knew that there were a lot of people in the shape of ** at night, and it was time for the ghosts to be haunted at night, so it was better to be careful.

Ling Ling was still quite interested when he heard this, and immediately stopped sleepy, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look!" After speaking, he stood up and patted the soil on his buttocks.

"Brother...... Otherwise, you stay here, I'll go and see" Wu Song was still worried about Ling Ling, he had martial arts to get out, but it was a little difficult to bring a brother who was powerless.

"Oh, isn't there still you" After speaking, Ling Ling followed the voice and walked away.

"Brother, slow down"

Wu Song bent on his waist, Ling Ling didn't need it at all, he stood straight, hiding behind a tree, observing the battle situation on the road, Wu Song let Ling Ling stand relatively far away for safety, Ling Ling could only vaguely see that a group of people with knives were dressed like bandits around a group of carriages, there were already many people lying on the ground, some were motionless and some were still struggling, several carriages had been lit, and the firelight was very obvious in this night.

The ping-pong fight continued, and it was obvious that the bandits were prepared, and it should have been a caravan surrounded in the middle, and the guards had already died and wounded, and in the end they could only tightly guard the carriage in the middle, trembling and holding knives to confront each other.

The battle seemed to be out of suspense, and then it stopped, a group of big men with knives eyed around a carriage in the middle, and there was no intention of doing it again, and it was a foregone conclusion and there was no hurry, isn't this the consistent style of bad people?

"Uncle, please, spare the villain, there is a seventy-year-old mother on the villain......" A middle-aged man who looked like a steward lay on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"Hmph, it's late, this is what happens when you toast and don't eat and drink"

It was Ling Ling who saw the leading bandit, and then a sense of familiarity arose, the same short and the same ugly, but the bandit leader was quite strong.

"Brother, let's go......" Wu Song actually wanted to go up and roar when he saw the injustice on the road, and pulled out his sword to help, but looking at Wu Zhi next to him (Wu Dalang/Ling Ling PS Wu Song is not right to call Wu Dalang) still had no choice but to give up.

Ling Ling turned his head, as if he sensed Wu Song's helplessness, in fact, he also wanted to go up and draw his sword to help, of course, let Wu Song pull out his sword to help him, isn't this the scene he thought before he went to sleep? Wu Song helped him to take a ride, but he didn't know if Wu Song could beat it.

"Do you think you can beat them?"

Wu Song, who had just turned around and walked into the depths of the woods, paused, "can", the word blurted out.

"Then are you going in the wrong direction?" Ling Ling and Wu Song are also familiar, do they bring a little humor when they speak, a person who has almost no friends to talk to in the real world, with an acquaintance, will always behave differently.

"Be careful" Ling Ling took the burden from Wu Song's hand, and then put it on the ground, so heavy to carry, how laborious it is, you have to have the posture of watching the play.

Wu Song is not the kind of white-clothed swordsman, but a rough strong man, so the rough strong man has his own way of appearing, that is, shouting and roaring, for fear that others will not know about his appearance, accompanied by Wu Song's shouting, Wu Song pulled out his waist knife and rushed into the crowd.

"Damn" Ling Ling, who saw the next scene, couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and he was ready to watch the exciting play, and he felt that his IQ had been insulted. Wu Song, who rushed into the crowd, divided five by two, just like cutting a watermelon, and a dozen bandits lay on the ground and rolled.

The little Ling Ling carried a big burden out of the woods, at this time it was time for him to play, and then the matter of being a good person would be handed over to him, for fear that Wu Song's heroic momentum would come up, and it would be troublesome if he refused to get in the car, and it was natural to take advantage of his efforts.

"Hero, hero, spare your life, it's not easy for the little one, the little one is eighty years old......" The bandit leader who was still rolling on the ground before was already lying on the ground and kowtowing, but this word seems to be a little familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

"This hero, thank you for saving your life...... On the other side, the person in charge kept kowtowing to thank him, and at first glance, he had not been robbed or saved, and he never mentioned the benefits.

Wu Song took the burden that Ling Ling was carrying, and then looked at Ling Ling, the happiness on his face could not be concealed, he was suitable for being a hero, but life could only make him a head of the government.

Next, according to the plot of the TV series, Wu Song should have left in style, leaving a back for the group of bandits who fell to the ground in fear and hatred, and looking up to the lucky ones who were rescued, but the fact is that Wu Song really did it, with a "stab" sound, the knife was put into the sheath, and Wu Song was burdened.

"Brother, let's go"

"Okay" Ling Ling, that helpless, helpless person who was lying on the ground and only knew how to thank the person in charge, he couldn't ask for benefits from the person in charge, how thick his skin should be.

"Heroes stay"

A crisp voice came into Ling Ling's ears, and the voice was really good, just a few words, Ling Ling still felt good, ethereal as a thrush.

(To be continued)