Hu Kui endured the nausea, and also picked up the mud from the ground and blindly threw it at the other party, but the number of silt bombs was far less than the three of them, and in terms of strength and speed, it was far inferior to them, plus Hu Kui was afraid that the mud would hit his face again, and he turned his back to them and couldn't dodge, and the three big men could dodge the attack of the mud at any time, so Hu Kui was at a disadvantage.

Ling Yun looked through the water mirror and watched the four people play with mud like a snowball fight, and wanted to watch a wrestling with fixed legs, but he didn't expect to see a childlike throwing mud, which was really shocking.

Hu Kui had lost too much mud on his back, forming a thick layer of mud, although it was a little heavy, but it was like armor made of mud, and the three big men threw mud over again, and they almost didn't feel anything.

The big men lost the mud for a long time, and when they saw that Hu Kui had no reaction, they couldn't hurt his flesh and skin at all, but they were tired and out of breath, so the speed of throwing the mud gradually slowed down, and it was soft and powerless to throw it out.

Hu Kui conserved his energy, and while they were weak, he picked up the mud from the ground, mixed it with a fist-sized stone taken out of the bottom of the pond, turned around sharply, and smashed it at the nearest big man with a scar.

The big man with the scar smiled contemptuously, he knew that he was broad, his goal was very big, his waist was stuck in the mud, and he couldn't twist his body at will, but he still looked down on Hu Kui, a thin boy, and the mud he threw over had no strength, so he wanted to lower his head to dodge, but then he would inevitably stick his face to the bottom of the pond, and his face would be covered with mud.

Therefore, the scarred man had to turn his back to the mud thrown away, and let the mud hit his back, thinking that if the mud was pasted, he could carry a thick turtle shell like Hu Kui to protect himself.

But unexpectedly, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, his eyes were dizzy, and he almost fell into the mud, he grinned in pain, reached out and touched the back of his head, and found a burst of damp heat.

Hu Kui saw that his face was distorted in pain, his heart was extremely happy, with a smile on his face, and said, "You know the uncle's methods, hahaha!" laughed wildly.

The scarred man's face was hideous, the pain was worse than death, the half-loud pain felt like it had just passed, and the wound on the back of his head was numb and itchy, and it stabbed from time to time, but there was no suffocating pain.

The other two big men said with concern: "Boss, are you okay?"

The scarred man gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I'm fine." You two lie down, I will support your body with both hands, get out of this mud first, and let me slaughter this thief with my own hands. ”

The two men were at the hands of the big man with the scar, and their faces were reluctant, but they still lowered their heads and leaned over the silt at the bottom of the pond, almost getting their faces into the mud.

The scarred man endured the pain in the back of his head, pressed his hands on the backs of the two of them, pressed down hard, and his legs were slowly pulled out of the mud.

And the two big men were a little miserable, their faces were already close to the mud, and this press completely buried their faces in the mud, and their noses were filled with mud, and they almost couldn't breathe, so they struggled.

Before the scarred man had pulled out a third of his legs, the other two struggled to their feet, throwing his hands off their backs, and they were breathing heavily, their faces covered in mud and the stench almost suffocating.

After the Xianbei people entered the Central Plains, they gradually became accustomed to the living habits of the Han people, and when the three Han people lived, most of the Xianbei people had already been pampered and used to it, where could they stand this stench.

The big man with the scar slipped down again, this time deeper, and became furious, scolding, "Can't you just hold your breath and give me a fucking hold?"

The two looked aggrieved, but unfortunately their faces were full of black mud, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Hu Kui saw him almost get out, and he was so frightened that his courage was about to break, and he struggled to pull out his two feet, but one was unbalanced, and he fell backwards on his back, and his whole body collapsed on top of the silt.

The scarred man reprimanded his subordinates, and when he saw Hu Kui lying on his back, he had an idea, and said in a low voice: "You guys turn around quickly, face up, and I'll press your chest to get out." ”

Although their thighs were stuck in the mud and could not be pulled out, the mud was not tightly clumped, barely able to move, slightly sideways half of their bodies, and the two of them obediently lay on their backs on the mud.

The scarred man smiled coldly, supported the chests of the two with both hands, and pressed suddenly, and his legs were pulled out of the heavy mud, and then he didn't dare to stand up straight, for fear that his feet would sink and be difficult to pull out, so he just lay on the ground, rolling in a circle to go to Hu Kui's side, and beat him to death.

Hu Kui was shocked, far from the arrogance of the provocation just now, because his body fell in the mud, not easy to sink, but his feet did not have to bear the weight of the whole person, and he lifted it up with a light pull, this time he also learned a lesson, did not dare to stand up, and could only roll in a circle to escape.

So, Hu Kui rolled desperately in front, and the huge and stout body of the scarred big man was as big as a stone, chasing after him, rolling in circles, and the two of them were one after the other, forming a rather spectacular funny scene.

Ling Yun sat on the chair, ignoring the hustle and bustle around him, staring at the funny appearance of the two people on the water mirror, where was this a life-and-death struggle, but it was completely a stupid trick for children to roll on the mud, and they couldn't support it, and the people around couldn't see the water mirror at all, and they didn't know what Ling Yun was laughing at.

Seeing the evil smile on his face, Ziruo thought that he had some bad thoughts, touched him, and said, "What bad things do you want to be so happy?"

Ling Yun pointed to the water mirror and wanted to explain to her, but suddenly realized that she couldn't see the mirror, so she had to say, "Thinking about how to do it to you when you go back, of course I'm happy." ”

"Phew, it's not serious!" Zi Ruo took a bite at him and turned her head to ignore him.

Ling Yun continued to look at the fierce battle between the two in the water mirror.

The mud pit was originally a pond, not very big, Hu Kui quickly rolled to the bank of the pond, but the dirt slope was very steep and slippery, he climbed a few steps, and then slipped down, seeing that the scarred man was about to roll in a circle and chase after him, his heart was anxious.

Hu Kui was in a hurry, since the dirt slope on the bank was slippery and difficult to climb, why didn't he simply give up and wait for the big man to chase him to his feet and trample him into the mud?

The big man with the scar was heavy, rolled in a circle, very clumsy, and much slower than Hu Kui, but also rolled to Hu Kui's feet, and was about to reach out and grab his feet, but unexpectedly, Hu Kui jumped up and grabbed his hands empty.

Not only that, Hu Kui also stepped on his two hands violently, although the mud was soft, but Hu Kui's feet jumped from the air, carrying the weight of all his body, stepped on his hands, and almost broke his fingers.

The scarred man screamed in pain, his hands were almost deformed, he retracted his hands, tears flowed in pain, and his mouth still cursed: "** cub!