Shen Panpan has been serving his father for days, and he is so tired that he can't walk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Shen Quan's injured arm has not been healed, and he also has a high fever. When he heard that the officers and soldiers had wiped out the pirates, and that his new wife and two twins could not be saved, and that they should all be killed by the officers and soldiers, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

When Si Ling came to see, Shen Quan was already dead. Panpan cried into a tearful man.

Si Ling advised Panpan: "Your father was not good to you when he was alive. Why should you be so sad. ”

Pan Pan said: "Just because he treats me badly." If I treat him badly, people will say that I am not filial. I think it's really not worth it to be accused of unfilial piety for this person. I'd rather be devoted to him. I don't owe him anything in the future. ”

Si Ling was justified when she heard this, and she was impressed with her. Yi'er shrugged her shoulders, pulled Panpan over and said, "We will be sisters in the future." Bingxuan looked at her and shrugged her shoulders and glanced at her more.

It turned out that this shrug was Si Ling's habit. Most of the local women winch their hands. But Yi Rong admired Si Ling and also shrugged up. And she's not the only one! In the future, I am afraid that this habit will not become popular with Si Ling Shangxian's immortal tablet.

Here, Si Ling and others are studying how to engage Huang Ming. Huang Ming is also surprising, there is nothing special about fighting, just say that defeating the pirates is just an ordinary anti-sneak attack tactic, using arrows, traps and wood, everyone can use it.

Even his boxing method is just an ordinary fist, but when it is displayed, it is powerful.

It looks like he should be a very decent person, Huang Ming? But when it was time to be ruthless, such as driving the people into meat shields, he did it.

Si Ling was thinking about how to deal with Huang Ming, and some people saw that this life could not go on. They were going to flee. In fact, they didn't have a good year this year, and it rained a hail in the summer. The small ones are as big as walnuts, and the big ones are as big as half a watermelon. Even the back of the cow was broken. The leaves were also knocked down. No matter what plants are in the field, there is a feeling of being dismantled. Some people were beaten in a hurry, and put stones on their heads, so that they were not killed by the hailstones.

It was easy to wait for the hail to pass, and everyone replanted something. By autumn, the harvest is not much. Where can we withstand another war? Some people were in a hurry, saying that this situation could not be passed, and it was better to go south.

The south side is said to be the land of fish and rice. A man is not like a tree that dies in the ground.

There are people in the north, west, and south who run for famine years, but most of them go to the south.

There is a family that was once told by a fortune teller that there would be a wolf. And they called him the wolf.

The wolf father said that he wanted to leave his hometown and flee the famine, the wolf mother was reluctant to go home, shed tears, the wolf father was ruthless, ignored her, and divided the mutton killed by the hail into everyone to eat a little, and the rest into the baggage, pulled up a few children on the road, and also took a detour to the ancestral grave and kowtowed when passing through the township.

To the south, they had to cross a great river, the Mo River.

There are many boats on the banks of the Mo River, but recently, most of them have been hired.

Now there are only two or three boats moored, and there are a few boatmen standing in the shallow water, not afraid of the cold, naked, splashing water and washing their arms, while looking at the road.

The wolf father's family came, and the wolf mother was born very well, and the boatmen all reacted in their waists. The mother wolf blushed, turned her back, and held the youngest child in her arms. The big wolf glared at the boatmen. (To be continued.) )