In fact, the little beast's desire to wait to be rescued is doomed to fail, because at any moment there is a new love "Ren Tu", that is, the rabbit who was almost killed by a dart.

He gave it a domineering name and carried it with him. In order not to attract others to peep at its flesh, he finally pulled one of the dead monk's animal skin sacs, stuffed Ren Tu into it and carried it on his back.

It's much warmer inside than outside, Ren Tu is very well-behaved, and he doesn't struggle, but it's much gentler than a dog.

That guy scratches his paws and often tears any of his clothes, which is not cute at all.

In order to get this animal skin bag with peace of mind, Ren Ren was kind enough to dig a pit and bury this bad guy.

Although he looked a little silly, his conscience was comfortable, and he quickly forgot about the previous unpleasantness.

As he walked, he looked at a palm-sized villain book. It was the only possession in the skin pouch, and he had stolen it.

The word "plagiarism" was once when he was passing by a tavern when he heard a poor sour show who had fallen down.

This person is old, has read books for many years, and is still a useless talent. Because I was poor, I often stole other people's books to read. In order to excuse himself, he quibbled every time: "Stealing a book is not stealing!"

At this time, anyone who naturally uses this word will sound bookish.

There are a lot of dense small characters on the top of the villain book, and any one of them can recognize a few simple ones. It's too complicated, and if you haven't been exposed to it before the age of seven, you can't understand it.

Fortunately, there are a lot of pictures in the book, which solves his doubts. I don't know who made it, these pictures are vivid, and the most amazing thing is that the little people in the book can move, and they look particularly spiritual.

Ren He had ever seen such a miraculous method, and he was directly fascinated. Walking in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, I almost fell into my own limp.

This scene happened to fall in the eyes of a few monks passing by, and this was the joke sent to the door.

"Hahaha...... Come and see, there's a brain idiot here, it's so funny!"

It was a high-pitched female voice that sounded familiar, and after any glance at her, he recognized her by the style and color of her clothes.

She was none other than the nun who was pulling the Smurf ore in the gap last night. At this time, he was smiling and trembling, looking like he was overjoyed.

Her accomplices were also unwilling to be lonely, and they responded one after another,

"Hahaha...... But, yes, it almost broke my belly laughing. This man is so stupid!"

"In this kind of weather, I am still running around in tattered clothes, and I haven't frozen to death, I really am a fool and a fool!"

"Look, what is he holding in his hand? It's actually the famous "Jin Pinmei", it's shameful to read this kind of silver book in broad daylight!"

"It is said that most of the homeless people are prodigals, and they are driven out of their families to fend for themselves. This is true, so stay away from him, lest you be infected with unclean diseases!"

......

The disgust of the people, every word is heard in the ears. He looked at the cover of the villain book with some curiosity, the paper on it was a little yellow and worn, except for the first "gold" word he barely recognized, but the other two could only guess blindly, it was estimated that it was what everyone called "Jin Pinmei".

Because there are some pictures of men and women overlapping on the cover, I can't explain the feeling that I can't explain, and I can see that either side is red.

This book is clearly a bookcase with individual books, but in fact, the content in it is not at all different from the description in "Jin Pinmei".

Anyone closed the book in embarrassment, stuffed it into the animal skin bag, and was about to leave, but was stopped by the high-pitched nun.

"Hey, stop! I'll ask you about a man, a stout man over eight feet tall, holding a skinny man in his hand, raising people like dogs, with his shoulders exposed, and talking in an urn. Have you ever seen such a rough man along the way?"

"Huh?" Whoever listens to it, isn't this woman describing the wicked man who robbed him of the fire, wanted to eat his Ren Tu, and let the "dog" chase him?

If it weren't for this man, he wouldn't have had to run away in the middle of the night, not to mention falling into the cracks, and wandering in the woods for half the night, almost being accidentally injured by those monks who beat and killed.

Immediately, without saying a word, he recounted the detailed journey when he came before.

"I've seen this man, and there are seven or eight monks with him, and you go along this road, and there is a fork in the road ten meters away, choose the one on the left, and go all the way to the place where there is a tree with a crooked neck, go around it, and keep going to the right, and you will come across a big tree that has just been broken. Jump over and ......"

The jungle road conditions are complicated, and everyone is confused by any long introduction.

The sharp-voiced nun raised her hand to interrupt his chatter, "Stop!

Facing the urging of the female cultivator, Ren said with a little twitch on his face: "Big brothers and sisters, the villain still has important things to do, and it is inconvenient to ......."

"That's a lot of! I want you to lead the way because I can afford you, don't drink hard and don't eat and punish you!"

It was a somewhat cold monk who spoke, and any grinding made him irritable, and he took out one of his swords and flashed it in front of him.

Ren secretly sighed that he was unlucky, he was very reluctant to go back, after all, those monks in strange clothes looked even more fierce than this group of people.

When the time comes, if the two gangs have a suspicion of fighting, he will be a mortal, and he will not be able to run away if he wants to, and he will be a tragic cannon fodder.

However, looking at the cold and shining sword blade in front of him, he didn't dare to guarantee that the other party would have the patience to listen to him say a word.

When a monk kills a mortal, it's like a mortal slaughtering a chicken or a dog, and it doesn't take much effort to brag.

It's not easy to come, and it's even harder to go back.

After all, any one is a mortal, and he doesn't walk fast in the snow. The cold man poked him with his sword from time to time like a cow or a sheep.

"Hurry up, snails are faster than you!

"Don't bother, you're leaving!"

......

was poked along the way, staggering, even if he was not convinced, he gritted his teeth and swallowed his dissatisfaction.

Hmph! One day, he will return it doubly, so that these people who insult him, whip him, look down on him, and despise him will also taste this kind of taste. He swore silently in his heart.

"Hum what? Dare to put on a stinky face, don't you think your life is long?"

Cultivators investigate the heavens and the earth, and the slightest change cannot escape their eyes. Ren had already concealed it well, but he was still caught by the cold man with a hateful gaze, and then gave him another poke.

Any one was unguarded, and suddenly fell and ate. This time, it was very strange that I didn't hear everyone's ridicule, but only heard the screams behind one after another.

"Senior Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Everyone be careful, Senior Brother Yan has been assassinated!

"Whoever is hurting people with hidden arrows, there is a kind of standing up!"

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