The collapse of the attic by the lake was like an earthquake, causing tremors all around, and they were immediately alarmed.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "There's a monster!"

The men rushed out of the house and shouted, the women got up and shouted loudly, the children were even more frightened and spread on the floor, and hundreds of cats and dogs howled in the streets.

Inkwell was startled by the barking of dogs, and sat down on a low stilted building.

There was a crackling sound from the rubble of the eaves of the building, which blew the leopard's buttocks, and the ink pool looked at Ying Xiangmian pitifully with tears of pain.

The whirring wind, mixed with the sound of various riots caused by the ink pool, also gave the fragrant cotton a headache that had just escaped from the tiger's mouth.

Many people scrambled to flee the area, and no one cared about the fire that accidentally caused it.

There were also some bold people who rolled up their sleeves, stretched out their arms, held the nearest self-defense object in their hands, and looked at this behemoth with trembling legs.

Inkwell knows someone's stinky temper, except for eating some bad guys, ordinary people are not allowed to touch it at all.

It drooled and looked at the heads of the people with torches and lanterns coming out one after another, and longed to pat them with its front paws like whack-a-mole, which was much more fun than cannibalism.

Seeing that the monster in front of him was in a daze, he was still thinking about something, and he didn't run away, and the onlookers became bold.

They held aloft their weapons, poles, hoes, spatulas, clothes poles, and other things, and prepared to go up and besiege the monster.

A group of people are ready to attack it in a group with anger, and in the end, it is not necessary to lose both, and how many innocent people have sacrificed their lives in vain, and what could have been peaceful coexistence has deteriorated into a city struggle.

Ying Xiangmian couldn't be in a daze, hurriedly called out to the ink pool, and hurried back to the book spirit space.

And the book spirit also opened the space in time, allowing the ink pool to reluctantly hide in.

The men with torches and weapons watched in amazement as a monster entered the body of a teenager.

The monster that harmed people is gone, but the boy who committed the murder is still there.

They muttered privately, intending to subdue the three people in front of them and make them pay for all the damages, especially the boy who released the monster.

Everyone came in a surrounding manner, and Xiangmian's brain was running fast, and her eyes were slick to calculate the amount of compensation after the collapse of the house.

But if she doesn't pay for it, I'm sorry that she wants to be a hero, and she dares to do her professional ethics, so let's pay for it, Xiangmian thought seriously in her heart.

On her side, a tall mercenary member with a big knife stood in front of her with a domineering and fierce face, while the evil and crazy Hua Kongyun stood behind her lightly, watching how she solved the mess in front of her.

Xiangmian was full of pain and suffering, and reluctantly took out a glittering bead, which was exactly what one day in a teahouse, a rich man thought that she had robbed and gave her Shoushan beads, worth 10,000 gold.

She took out the bead and discussed compensation with the older elders in the crowd, and finally put down the bead and left calmly.

After a night of running around, the three of them finally saw an abandoned house where they could stop and rest for a while.

The warm morning light fell on the quiet and deserted street, and a lonely house with crooked doors and a half-written plaque hanging on it.

With nowhere to hide, the two walked in, and as for the tall mercenary members, he went to look for the other members who had escaped into the lake.

Seriously injured, Xiangmian and Huakong walked into an abandoned room, looked at the yellowed walls, the beams covered with cobwebs, and the dusty floor, and lay on the ground to rest regardless of it.

After that, Hua Kong woke up first, took some healing medicine, and began to heal his injuries.

Xiangmian lay casually, and opened one eye to peek at Huakong, and after seeing that he was relieved to heal his injuries, he wanted to call out Shanwan in the space to treat his injuries.

However, after calling a few times, there was still no response, and Xiangmian had no choice but to sneak into the book spirit space out of her soul.

In the space, I only saw the ink pool that was sleeping and the lively tea that threw herself into her arms in an instant.

Only from afar did I see the book spirit shaking his head and sighing, but I didn't see the two "flower fairies" who usually love to play cards and quarrel.

Ying Xiangmian had a bad premonition for a moment, and Shuling could only helplessly tell her that the premonition was right.

When she was in Rouxue Zhai, she fought with Yin Ying, Chiwei went out and never came back, Shanwan was naturally worried that Chiwei was in danger, so she secretly flew out to look for it.

At this moment, Xiangmian is very worried, what should I do if my family is so weak, pitiful, and helpless that the mountain goes out at night, and encounters danger.

However, without the help of the two strongest supports, especially the help of the healer...... Hurriedly fell to the ground in pain.

At this time, my hands hurt, my feet hurt, my back hurts, my neck hurts, and my whole body rolls back and forth in pain, and finally I return to my body in pain.

Outside the abandoned house, far away.

Shan Wan found Chiwei, who was trampled on in the Rouxue Zhai, and gently helped her up.

Then, like poor street children, the two little ones shuttled along the road where the carriages kept coming and going.

Shanwan carefully helped Chiwei to fly at a low altitude, and was almost crushed by the wheels of the carriage many times.

On the road, an earthy yellow puppy saw them and followed them with great interest, sniffing the fragrance of flowers on their bodies.

The two little ones were so frightened by the little earth dog that they ran away, stumbling, and flying quite fast.

The sun is sinking in the west, and in the abandoned house, Huakong invited a doctor to heal the wounds for the fragrant cotton.

The doctor used the most local way of treatment, grinning the pain of a person who had not suffered for a long time.

After the doctor left, the sun went down, and Ying Xiangmian lay paralyzed on the ground, crying wow, ten times worse than the baby's crying.

Rao is used to seeing women crying, and he was also frightened by her, and let out a sigh that there is a man in this world who cries so ugly.

After Hua Kong sighed, he lit the firewood on the ground, looked at the person who was already panting in pain, and began to talk to himself in order to divert her attention.

When he was seven years old, it rained heavily in his hometown for three months during the rainy season, and the rain washed away their thatched house.

He and his mother, who were dependent on each other, were homeless, and on a night of lightning and thunder, the two of them held a broken wooden board as an umbrella and ran around, looking for a place to stay and shelter from the rain tonight.

The thunder and lightning that night were not as starry as the sky tonight, but half of the sky was covered with dark clouds with a violent roar.

Hua Kong pushes firewood, and his eyes look at the starry sky outside the doorless house.

Then he and his mother snuggled up to each other, huddled under a broken plank, and the rain as big as a needle hit their faces, and their backs were cold.

Xiangmian also felt the coldness when she heard it, and she couldn't help but shrink up, and Hanaku threw her coat over, which happened to cover her.

Hua Kong looked at the purple clothes on his body and said, "And the sudden lightning lit up the other half of the sky again, it was purple light, one by one, one by one, the sky was also dyed purple." ”......

That night, no one was willing to take them in, let them stay for a while, not even stand at the door of the house, and let their guard dogs drive him and his mother away.

That night, even the beggars did not want to give up their sleeping place to their mother and son to avoid the rain for a while.

Xiangmian felt scared when she heard it, and looked at Huakong sympathetically, but Huakong smiled bitterly and then said to herself.

In the end, he and his mother could only hide under a tree to avoid the rain, when suddenly there was a thunder and lightning sound in their ears, and the tree that was hiding from the rain was set on fire and burned, so that their mother and son returned to the torrential rain.

However, even on such a terrible night, the mother would still whisper softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my son should not be afraid." ”..................

Ying Xiangmian fell asleep under the slow chatter of the flowers.