As soon as the festive atmosphere of the New Year passed, the farming was not yet busy, and the villagers were idle for a while.

In the quiet mountain village in the morning, the smoke curls and the light mist intertwines and gathers, gradually forming a scale, enveloping the snow-capped village in it. The clouds on the horizon had not yet completely dissipated, and the golden red rays of sunlight pierced through the hazy mist, swaying on the white snow with a glittering halo, and the light reflected was dizzying.

Du Wanwan got a basket of homemade charcoal from Yan Shao last time, although it was not so resistant to burning, it was much better than the wet firewood outside. The things that were discussed with Du Qiang two days ago were brought up again by Du Wanwan yesterday. Du Qiang is not a good person who keeps his word, Du Wanwan is still a little uneasy that he only reached a verbal agreement with him, and after thinking twice, she invited Muramasa.

The so-called family ugliness should not be publicized, as soon as the village came, the discord between Du Qiang and Du Yu was exposed in front of people, and he couldn't cover it if he wanted to. In fact, Du Li sprinkled in the yard that day, and there were already bad rumors in the village, even if the village did not come, Du Qiang couldn't stop people from chewing their tongues. But for the sake of his big fat son in the future, Du Qiang blackened his face and agreed to Du Wanwan's written agreement, and with the village Zhengli's letter as a basis, he was a middleman.

The written agreement is in triplicate, each agreement has the signatures of three people, and then each person has a copy as evidence, if he repents in the future, the other party can take the agreement to the government to file a complaint.

There are no serious documents on the Thirteen-Mile Bridge, and Du Wanwan doesn't know whether the thing he set up has legal effect, so he went to the government to recognize it or not. In fact, she didn't expect to do anything with this agreement in the future, but since ancient times, the official government has accumulated a lot of prestige among the people, and Du Wanwan is so formal, just to scare and scare Du Qiang.

The evidence was established, and Du Wanwan also lived a peaceful life, but how to let Du Yu return to the Thirteen Mile Bridge before the Shangyuan Festival still made Du Wanwan a little worried. Seeing that it was about to come to the day when he agreed with Yan Shao to return to Licheng, Du Wanwan frowned and couldn't think of a way, and even Du Qiang gradually became irritable. He was afraid, afraid that Du Wanwan would just pretend to write a note to appease him, and when the people returned to Licheng, who could he go to?

"What did you say to that mourning star? Why haven't Yu Niang come back for a few days?" Du Li complained a little, I don't know how much of the mourning star's words are true or false, why did my own man sign and draw with her!

Du Qiang paced in the hall irritably, walked back and forth more than a dozen times, and was disturbed by Du Li's chatter so much that his head hurt, and finally lost his temper in anger: "Shut up! You loser bitch! It's useless at all, and now it's difficult, so you will only complain! Who taught that white-eyed wolf from Yu Niang? ! It's not you yet!"

Du Li was so angry that he stared at him, but since he called Daqian, he didn't have a son, so he was talked about by men. This time, Yu Niang made such a mistake again, and she was really roasted on the charcoal fire, but she was a mother who had no merit and no hard work, and was scolded by her husband for only eating and not laying eggs! Du Li's waist was not right, and she didn't dare to contradict Du Qiang, but she hated her daughter even more in her heart.

Du Qiang thought Du Li was annoying, scolded her twice, and then stepped out of the door to find Du Wanwan. He wanted to urge the Mourning Star, and by the way, he also tried to see if this Mourning Star was lying to him! When he arrived at the hut where Du Wanwan lived, Du Qiang raised the hand that was about to knock on the door, and took it back with hatred. On the small wooden door of the house, the huge iron general is guarding the house! I don't know where the mourning star has gone to hang out again.

In fact, Du Wanwan didn't go far, and there are places near here that can be turned, except for the small river behind the yard, which is Panlong Mountain, which is covered with snow.

The river used to be a murmuring river, but now there is a thin layer of ice on the river. Although the southwest is not warm and there will be snow, it is still much warmer than in the north. The big rivers with enough water generally do not freeze, and the small river here at the Thirteen Mile Bridge will reduce the amount of water in winter, and then a thin layer of ice will form.

After finding a place, Du Wanwan took a stone to break the ice, and after a while, a small fish came out. She tried several times but didn't catch it, lost interest, and crossed the river leisurely and went to Panlong Mountain.

Today's weather is excellent, there is no cloud in the blue sky, and the warm sun shines warmly, which makes Du Wanwan's mood gradually cheerful. Leather boots trampled on the snow to make a "creaking" sound, the forest also heard the "click" sound of dead branches breaking from time to time, Du Wanwan wrapped in a rose-red cloak walking in the mountains, standing in a piece of white snow, like a red plum blooming in the severe cold, eye-catching and gorgeous.

Breathing in the fresh air, Du Wanwan smiled at the corner of his lips, looking very relaxed, but in only half an hour, Du Wanwan couldn't laugh.

Looking at the three white-clothed masked people standing in front of him, Du Wanwan only felt that all the cool air in the mountain was climbing up little by little along the soles of his feet. Stiffened, looking at the empty eyes of the three people, taking a deep breath, Du Wanwan forced himself to calm down. It's just three people, not three high-level zombies?!

"Who are you?" Du Wanwan caged his cloak, his right hand wrapped in his clothes, and was always ready to take a knife from his backpack for defense. It's a pity, the last time I met a wolf, I ran out of bullets, otherwise why would I be so passive at this time?

The three of them didn't speak, they moved in unison, and pulled out the soft sword from their waists with a "bang", blocking Du Wanwan in the middle from three directions.

"Hand over the things, but you won't die. The cold and undulating voice exploded in Du Wanwan's ears, Du Wanwan was dumbfounded, what are you doing?!

The person who spoke saw Du Wanwan's stunned face, and he didn't have the consciousness to hand over things at all, and his hand shook, and the silver soft sword suddenly looked like a wandering spirit snake, and the tip of the sword quickly pointed at the major artery on the side of Du Wanwan's neck.

Nima, if you don't agree with each other, you will die! Du bent his abdomen, his body speed was not slow, his slender waist twisted, and his right hand quickly swung out to block, "Ding-"! The soft sword and the short knife met, and the violent friction gave birth to a dazzling spark. Blood slowly oozed from Du Wanwan's thin white face, and a bloody mark suddenly appeared on his left cheek.

In the end, the speed was slow, and the right hand blocked with great force, but once, Du Wanwan's right wrist was numb. This is the real master, right! I just didn't know her details, otherwise people would definitely kill themselves with a sword!

There was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the three people at the same time, as if they didn't understand why Du Wanwan had such skills.

Du Wanwan's wrist holding the knife, after the numbness, there was a severe pain, and the pain ran down the arm, eroding Du Wanwan's will little by little. However, now in this frightening moment when her life is hanging by a thread, not to mention that she is not concentrating, even if she has exhausted all her skills, the probability of escaping is also 0.

"What do you want me to hand over? Even if you die, you have to make someone understand!" Du Wanwan's breath was slightly chaotic, she endured the pain, and desperately held the knife in her hand. A voice in her heart told her that if she waited a little longer, maybe there would be a turnaround.

However, cannon fodder will not have the aura of the protagonist, the three of them took out their swords at the same time, and the three sharp soft swords glowed with a silver cold light, attacking Du Wan's neck, waist and eyes, and the lower plate.

Unless she has wings, she will die today!