The woman kept smiling at me. The word femme fatale popped into my head.

I certainly don't want to be the last eunuch in China. At this moment, I hurriedly quickened the pace of trying to break free.

I also twisted my body around because of this, but this woman didn't notice the cat behind me at all, she sneered a few times disdainfully, which seemed to say, is it useful for you to struggle?

She unfolded the small folding knife and walked over to me step by step.

She stared at my crotch and even touched it. I was disgusted and glared at her with a frown.

Her eyes also changed, becoming less emotional, more like the gaze of a beast.

She muttered and didn't know what to say. She held up the small folding knife and held it up.

She let the tip of the knife rush down, pausing slightly. I guess she's mentally counting to the point, and if she doesn't get to three, she'll have to let the knife go down.

Luckily, as she paused, my hands struggled to break free from the ropes.

And as soon as my hands were free, the rope tied to my body loosened a lot.

The female man stared at the rope on my chest and was stunned for a moment. There's no way I'm going to give her another chance.

I don't have the freedom to move right now, but I have a stupid trick. I tried to stand up as much as I could, and I aimed the top of my head at the woman's chin and slammed it hard.

With a muffled thud, I wanted to cry in pain. The woman didn't get any better.

She rolled her eyes a little, and staggered back a few steps.

I took advantage of the time to exert all my strength and struggled desperately a few times. The rope on my body was looser, and I was able to stand up with my knees bent as a result. But while standing like this, the whole chair was still "glued" to my buttocks.

I didn't show my skills, and then the female man was a little relieved, and she looked at me and wowed.

I still didn't give her a chance, so I simply jumped a few times in a row like a toad. When I reached her, I bent over again, letting my shoulder slam into her chest.

This trick seems clumsy, but in fact, the power should not be underestimated.

The moment I pressed against the woman's chest, I could clearly feel the bones in her chest and abdomen.

I sighed in my heart, and said that this woman was really deserved by her, what is the difference between her and a skinny mummy?

And I bumped into the woman, and we both fell to the ground one after the other. I pressed against the female man's body.

She was now in a confused posture again. I'm on top, she's down. I do have some advantages.

I aimed my forehead at her chin and hit her several times in succession.

The woman couldn't bear it at all and fainted.

I was finally relieved, I tossed again, and after a minute or two, I was completely separated from my chair.

I sat on the ground with a casual ass. I stared at the unconscious woman, and suddenly there was a big anger in my heart.

I reached out and wanted to slap her a few times. But they all say that good men don't fight with women, and my hand is raised in the air, but it doesn't fall for a long time.

In the end, I said to myself very unwillingly, forget it!

I looked at the cellar. I'm guessing it's supposed to be underneath some adobe house.

I don't have a good impression of this village, I originally wanted to be close to the villagers here, otherwise I would be alone in southern Tibet, and it would not be a way to keep wandering around.

But now that I look at it, I give up on that idea. I said in my heart that the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and I can't pee a pot with these people, since this is the case, it is better to say goodbye.

I got up and got dressed, and walked out again. When I walked out of the cellar door, I saw a small corridor outside.

At the end of the corridor is a wooden ladder that leads to the ground. The wooden ladder was old, and it looked tattered.

I was going to continue climbing the ladder, but before I could get there, I heard movement above the ladder.

It seems that someone is about to climb down the ladder.

I guess someone is coming down again, and maybe even coming to torture me.

I sighed in my heart.

I tiptoed, turned around and walked back into the cellar. I closed the cellar door, which had no windows, and to put it bluntly, it was made from rotten wood.

I picked up the little folding knife. I crouched down by the door and waited quietly.

I could hear it very clearly, and soon, there was footsteps at the door.

I stared at the door. Suddenly, the cellar door was pushed open. This is the moment I was waiting for.

I held the folding knife and stood up sharply, holding it on the neck of the comer.

The visitor was frightened, and when I looked closely, I saw that this person was the white-eyed old man. There was also a figure behind him.

In other words, this time it was two people coming.

I dragged the white-eyed old man and led him to the cellar, which was a bit more spacious than the other.

I walked around behind the white-eyed old man and controlled him with a folding knife. I made a mistake before, because I was too kind-hearted, and I was caught carelessly.

This time, I warned myself, don't be soft, otherwise I will be the one who suffers.

I knew that the white-eyed old man couldn't understand me, so I simply snorted coldly. I'm warning him to be honest.

The white-eyed old man muttered, and the man outside the cellar door actually said to me in Chinese, "Don't, don't!"

I frowned, and the man raised his hands again, signaling that he was not in danger, and he walked in little by little.

I stared at him. His biggest feature is cross-eyed, and I recall it and have an impression of it.

Cross-eyed saw that I hadn't spoken, especially when my expression was so cold. He took the initiative to speak again, "Strong man, your subordinates are merciful!"

I heard the word strong man, a little awkward. I said in my heart that I was a little thin, and I didn't have anything to do with the strong.

I answered, "Warrior!"

Cross-eyed was smart, and he immediately understood what I meant.

I noticed that he seemed to be quite a sycophant, and he added, "Warriors, you're warriors!" and then he thought for a moment, then changed his words and said, "Ah no, you're better than the Warriors, you're an elite, you're a ......."

I drank and forcibly stopped him. I understand that he wants to put a high hat on me, but the question is, he should not be upgraded, otherwise he will really call out the martyrs, and I will not be martyred?

Of course, I didn't bother to listen to him. I told him to tell the old man that as long as they don't do any evil, I won't hurt them, and I'll leave and never come to their village again.

The moment the cross-eyed listened, his face became very bad, and he also translated it for the white-eyed old man.

What surprised me was that the white-eyed old man was in a hurry, he said to the cross-eyed, and during this period, he was also in a hurry to move his body.

The folding knife was not as sharp as the porcelain knife, but it couldn't stand the movement of the white-eyed old man, and finally a small cut was made on his neck, and a stream of blood flowed out.

The white-eyed old man didn't care, and the cross-eyed, the moment he heard the old man finish speaking, he immediately translated to me, "The chief of the security guard won't let you go, there is a misunderstanding here, the chief of the security guard originally wanted to take good care of you, but who knew that Yingzi actually secretly took you to the cellar...... Elite, let's talk again, you must stay and help us. ”