The Rakshasa woman endured the pain, and she didn't dare to help with the matter in front of the police, so she forced a smile and said, "No, this uncle is really a good person!" There are not many people who dare to tell the truth now......" The other party's hand added a little more strength, and the Rakshasa almost didn't cry out in pain.

The middle-aged farmer didn't mean to continue to embarrass the Rakshasa girl, let go of her wrist, patted Lin Wufeng's shoulder and said, "Little brother, don't stand, sit down!" ”

Lin Wufeng returned to his place and sat down, kicking the sack that had been pulled out by the Rakshasa Woman, completely unaware of the idea of others beating his own sack.

"Little brother, do you eat garlic?" The middle-aged farmer also dragged out a sack from under his chair, took out two garlic sticks from it, and handed one to Lin Wufeng. Lin Wufeng could see clearly, this uncle's nails were surprisingly long, and the inside of the nails was actually clean, not like a farmer's hand at all.

"Uncle, I'm not hungry." Lin Wufeng naturally refused. Grandpa used to tell himself that when he went out alone, he must not eat strangers' food, and if he was drugged or something, it would be difficult to do.

"I still have apples here, I'll find them for you." The middle-aged farmer was very enthusiastic, and bent down to rummage in his sack, as if he was seriously searching.

However, the Rakshasa woman knew that one of the middle-aged peasants' hands had reached for Lin Wufeng's sack.

"Little brother, what do you have in this bag = one = book = read = novel xstxt? Is it safe to put it underneath? With that, the Rakshasa lifted his sack from Lin Wufeng's feet and placed it on the table.

The middle-aged peasant returned in vain, and when he came back with his hand, he pulled his fingernails the calf of the Rakshasa Woman, and suddenly, a bright red cut appeared on the Rakshasa Woman's calf.

"Ahh Lin Wufeng was about to answer the Rakshasa Woman's question, but the Rakshasa Girl screamed.

"What's wrong?" Lin Wufeng asked with concern, thinking that the Rakshasa Girl was going to get sick again.

"It's okay, I was bitten by a bed bug." The Rakshasa woman suffered a secret loss, but she couldn't find out, so she had to take advantage of her words.

"There are bed bugs on the train too?" Lin Wufeng didn't believe it, and as he spoke, he bent down to look for the so-called bed bug. This is his occupational disease as a doctor, and when he sees something that endangers human health, he must get rid of it.

Seeing Lin Wufeng bending down and bowing his head, the Rakshasa woman reached out and used her blade to cut Lin Wufeng's sack. And the defense of the middle-aged peasants is already ready.

However, it was the man and woman sitting opposite her who stopped her. The man looked like Sven, and he was wearing a pair of gold-wire glasses on his nose, but his hand was extremely domineering, and he grabbed the Rakshasa Woman's wrist at once, accurately and ruthlessly, and directly buckled the Rakshasa Woman's veins, making the Rakshasa Woman's body soften all of a sudden.

The woman next to the man was about to reach out and grab the sack, when the middle-aged farmer made a move. I didn't see him make any movements, just pressed on the sack and shook it briefly, and the woman's body suddenly felt as if she had been electrocuted, and immediately withdrew her hand.

Seeing that his companion was attacked, Sven Nan was a little distracted, and the strength in his hand was a little less, and the Rakshasa woman immediately cut Sven Nan's finger with her backhand. This blade is extremely sharp, and if it is really cut, I am afraid that five fingers will be cut off in unison. In desperation, Sven Nan had no choice but to let go of the hand that was holding the Rakshasa woman's wrist.

The Rakshasa took advantage of the situation to pursue and wanted to cut off Sven Man's fingers in one fell swoop, but she didn't expect the woman next to Sven Man to stretch out her palm and take the Rakshasa Woman's knife stiffly.

Not only was the woman's palm not cut, but the Rakshasa woman's arm was numb from the shock. The Rakshasa woman couldn't help but be shocked, this woman actually practiced foreign kung fu, and actually practiced her palms to the realm of copper skin and iron bones.

A man and a woman reached out again to take the sack. The middle-aged farmer immediately stretched out a hand to stop the other party's snatching. Not to be outdone, the Rakshasa grabbed a corner of the sack. The four of them were at a stalemate.

At this time, Lin Wufeng raised his head and said to everyone with a smile: "There are no bed bugs." ”

Everyone let go of the hand holding the sack the moment Lin Wufeng raised his head, and continued to pretend to be doing their own thing, as if nothing had happened in the previous scene.

"I can't find it below, bring it up and look for it." The middle-aged farmer brought up his sack as he spoke. This sack is much better than Lin Wufeng's-yellow sack. Not only is there no patch, but it also looks relatively new.

The middle-aged farmer searched for a long time, and finally found a few shriveled apples in his pocket and distributed them to everyone.

It was night, and the four of them were staring at the two sacks on the table, and no one would let anyone. Only Lin Wufeng fell asleep beautifully by the window alone.

After Lin Wufeng fell asleep, the Rakshasa woman looked at the five bruised fingerprints on her snow-white wrist, and whispered to the middle-aged peasant: "Half of the road towards the sky, the eldest brother's road?" ”

The middle-aged peasant craned Erlang's legs and said in a low voice: "Bring a message to Lord Rohmon for me, just say that I haven't settled the account with him five years ago." ”

The Rakshasa girl bit her lip, her pretty face suddenly turned pale, she suddenly knew who this person was in front of her, and whispered: "Master Qin......"

"You're not bad at remembering. On the other side is the Iron Master, and when the time comes, you stop them for me, and I will not pursue this matter. The middle-aged farmer said in a low voice.

Time passed like this for a night, but it was all right.

The conductor has already started to broadcast on the radio, and he is about to arrive at the final station, Chuncheng Station, so that everyone can get ready to get off the train.

Suddenly, the train swayed, and the middle-aged farmer accidentally dropped both sacks on the aisle. The woman on the other side was about to pick up the sack, but the Rakshasa suddenly stood up, as if she had not stood firmly, and suddenly her entire upper body hung on the woman's body, so that she could not make any moves.

The middle-aged farmer took the opportunity to pick up his sack while picking up Lin Wufeng's sack, and patted it busily, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little brother, I was careless." ”

Lin Wufeng waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay. ”

At this point, the train stops and finally arrives at the final station. The middle-aged farmer got out of the car first with his sack.

After the middle-aged farmer got out of the car, he wandered around the street for more than two hours before stopping in front of a remote wooden house. After knocking on the door three times and two times and five times, the door opened, and the middle-aged peasant rushed in.

The middle-aged farmer was just about to open the sack, but the door behind him was kicked open. The person who came was none other than Lin Wufeng.