The punishment wind was reminded by Mo Ye to prepare local materials. But the fat man's purpose didn't seem to be like this, and his next move after kicking this kick was to run towards Mo Ye a few feet away.

Both of them used all their strength, and the broken grass shed built against a half-collapsed roof wall was unbearable for the two of them to hit hard at the same time, and the two wooden pillars supporting the grass roof collapsed with a bang. The sloppy fat man jumped out the moment the grass shed overturned, but the torture wind seemed to be pressed in it.

Mo Ye was shocked when he saw this, and ran away. At this time, hearing the abnormal noise in the grass shed, Mo Ye turned his head, and saw that Xing Feng's body had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain and passed directly through the roof of the rotten grass shed covering the ground, and stood up! His face had been painted with grass clippings, but his pupils were extremely sharp, and he immediately shouted after standing up: "Mo Ye, run to the right!" ”

Mo Ye did not hesitate to turn to the right according to her words, but because her hands were tied, the balance of her body was greatly affected, so this sudden turn of hands caused her to fall heavily to the ground. Mo Ye was slightly shocked in her heart, but she didn't try to stand up, nor did she sit still, but just lay on the ground, and then rolled to the right with all her might.

Although Mo Ye knew that the effect of escaping with this method might be a little ridiculous in the eyes of the fat man who was flying with his feet flying and running wildly, she still worked hard little by little according to the guidance of the torture wind.

At this moment, she did it not only because she felt that it would be faster than waiting for her to get up and run again, but also because of a kind of trust. She vaguely felt that the punishment style must contain some of his expectations, so she was willing to be a little dull and follow his words and deeds - if these were just her own guesses, she would not give up and regret it.

After rolling a few times, Mo Ye took a breath slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the fat man who was running suddenly stagnated, and then his body turned sharply, and at the same time, half of the wooden stick was already flying behind him.

It turned out that after the torture wind on the other side of the grass shed shouted that sentence, he took the opportunity to throw the half of the rotten wood he had caught when he was pressed by the roof of the shed towards the fat man's vest. He asked Mo Ye to run to the right because, from his point of view, if the stick was thrown by mistake, the right side of the fat man would be less likely to be hit.

It's just that the fat man also heard the sound of Xingfeng, and he seemed to have a sense in his heart, and immediately stopped chasing Mo Ye. He turned his head and saw Xingfeng's movements, and immediately broke one foot on the ground, his body turned, and the other foot kicked out in the air, and he accurately kicked back the half of the rotten wood!

This series of actions has actually been completed in just a few breaths. The fat man just ran out of ten steps away, and half of the rotten wood in Xingfeng's hand had already been thrown, so the fat man kicked this time, but he turned defense into attack, and half of the wood turned around and smashed towards Xingfeng!

When the torture wind was frightened, he didn't hide. His shoulders sank, and his hands slammed into the roof of the straw hut that was lying on the ground. When he was in danger, the strength in his body suddenly doubled, and he actually pulled out a beam of wood, and then swung it towards the half of the rotten wood that was ejected back!

The first time he threw half of the wood at the fat man, Xingfeng was ready, but this time he swung his stick to counterattack, but it suddenly rose, and Xingfeng did not stand firm at his feet. So although he was lucky enough to knock the half of the wood into the air with the stick in his hand this time, his body was shocked by the strength carried by the half of the wood and he sat down to the ground.

Fortunately, the grass on the ground was thick, and the torture wind fell out like this, except for the general pain that seemed to be falling apart, the muscles and bones were not injured.

The half of the wood was shot several feet away by his violent stick in this moment of danger, mainly because the direction of the blow was not well mastered. When the fat man saw that the wood flew back again, he just dodged with a short body, but this time, the half of the wood was heading towards Mo Yezha, who was lying on the ground.

The situation changed too quickly, and Mo Ye didn't even have time to be surprised at this time. The danger of life and death that came in an instant would make people paralyzed by excessive mental tension, Mo Ye only felt that the beating of his heart seemed to stop at that moment, and he watched the wooden stick fly towards him blankly.

At the same time, Mo Ye suddenly saw a brown shadow gliding in front of him like a meteor. She couldn't help but have a momentary joking thought in her heart, and said secretly: Before being knocked out by wood, shouldn't it be full of Venus eyes?

The thought flashed through her mind subtly, and then immediately shattered like bubbles in water. For she could see that the brown shadow mark was caused by a boxy inkstone as large as a vegetable plate, which flew out of the air and struck the middle of the half of the wood.

There was a deafening sound, and the half of the wood that looked a little rough on the surface, but was actually beginning to decay inside, was smashed into two pieces by the ink inkstone, and some wood slag rubbed Mo Ye's cheek with residual strength, and the slightest pain made her feel the reality of the things she saw, and she couldn't help but be stunned again.

Over there, Xing Feng, who was shaking his back and falling to the ground at the same time as he swung his stick and smashed half of the rotten wood, was slammed on his back by the beam hidden in the thatch on the ground. The pain spread from his spine throughout his body, making it impossible for him to exert his strength in his hands and feet for a moment. But he was concerned about Mo Ye's safety, and his body just curled up on the ground for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and got up.

He didn't know what kind of injury he had almost caused to Mo Ye with a wave of his stick in a hurry just now, but when he shook his body and stood up and looked at Mo Ye, his face was still slowly overflowing with joy.

And the sloppy man who escaped the attack of the rotten wood? p>

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As early as half a year ago, a wave of the sword in the snow in the forest cedar let Xing Feng know that this gentleman was also good at martial arts. And today, although Xing Feng didn't know how high Lin Shan's martial arts had been practiced, the sight he saw with his eyes at this time had already proved that Lin Shan should have no problem dealing with this sloppy fat man.

I saw that not far behind Mo Ye, who was lying on the ground, two men came one after the other. Walking behind, the light-shirted scribe with a sad look between his eyebrows did not have a sword or other weapon in his hand, but only held an oil-paper bag that he didn't know what was inside, this scribe was Mo Ye's master Lin Shan.

And walking in front of Lin Shan, the young man with a slightly crooked step was not only sloppy in clothes, but also looked a little aggrieved at this time, and kept frowning, as if he was enduring physical pain. This man was another robber who kidnapped Mo Ye with the sloppy fat man.

Although Xing Feng didn't know what had happened during this period, so that Mo Ye's master could find this place, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground again with some loss of strength under his feet.

The sloppy fat man had a shocked face, although his second stick brother was not tied by a rope, but it was not difficult to guess from what he saw in front of him that something must have happened. After the shock in the fat man's eyes, he immediately became vigilant, and made a preparatory gesture towards Lin Shan.

Mo Ye glanced at the fat man, realized something in his heart, and before he could stand up, he turned his head to look behind him. When she saw Master's figure, her throat immediately choked.

The tall man no longer had the cold and wise appearance just now, and staggered directly to the fat man's side, but he sat down, and before the fat man could ask, he hurriedly said, "Quick...... Let's go. ”

The fat man put away his fist and helped the tall man up, and said with a solemn look: "What's wrong?" ”

"He's a strong man, and you and I are no match for him." The tall man took a breath and continued to say hurriedly: "But he can't embarrass us, so we have to hurry up, otherwise it will be bad if he changes his mind......"

He paused for a moment, his eyes paused on the collapsed straw shed not far away, as if he had thought of something, his expression suddenly became nervous, and he said, "Did you do it to that child?" ”

The fat man was affected by the love of the tall man, and he was also a little nervous, and when he heard this, he quickly explained: "It's not ......"

He only had two words, and the tall man didn't wait for him to continue to explain, grabbed his arm and took it away, panting and muttering, "Run, run, and it'll be over when he finds out!" ”

Lin Shan looked at the two sloppy young men who were dragging each other and running in a hurry, there was no sadness on his face, and he didn't say anything to stop him, but walked behind Mo Ye in a hurry, squatted down and let go of the straw rope tied to her hand.

As soon as Mo Ye's hands were released, he threw himself into Lin Shan's arms, and the tension, fear, and anxiety that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart turned into tears.

Lin Shan quietly let her cry for a while before gently stroking her back with his hand, and said softly: "It's okay, are you injured anywhere?" ”

"Nope." After Mo Ye cried, his mood calmed down a lot, and when he heard the word 'injured', he remembered Xing Feng, and raised his head and said, "Xing Feng seems to be injured." She got up and ran towards the hut.

Xing Feng saw that the two wolves had run away, and after letting out a big breath, he had slowly got up, but his walking was still a little unsteady. Mo Ye ran close to him, and when he saw that his left hand had been pressing his back, his eyes were suddenly full of worry, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it hurt there?" ”

Xingfeng shook his head. His back did hurt a lot, but he didn't want to make Mo Ye too nervous, but he really couldn't squeeze out a smile for a while, so he just said lightly: "Just bumped into it, it's okay." ”

Mo Ye was about to speak again when he heard the master's voice behind him: "Ye'er, come here." ”

Mo Ye had to obediently walk to Lin Shan's side, but to her surprise, Lin Shan didn't say a word of reproach to her, just handed her the kraft paper bag in his hand, and said at the same time: "Help Master scoop it, and the ink inkstone on the ground, go and pick it up." ”

Mo Ye hugged the paper bag handed over by Lin Shan, only to feel that the paper bag was very heavy, and he didn't know what it contained. When she picked up the ink inkstone that was thrown out by Lin Shan's volley and the wood that was blocking the wood, the two things would be heavier together.

Mo Ye had no choice but to put the paper bag horizontally into a tray, and then superimpose the ink inkstone on it, holding these two heavy things like Xiao Er serving food. A strange thought suddenly popped up in Mo Ye's heart: Master knew that he was here, and it didn't seem that he had gotten the news through the government, but as if he had been on the way.

Thinking of this, she looked at Lin Shan, and saw Lin Shan carrying Xingfeng on his back and walking towards her, she couldn't help but be stunned again.

Leaning on Lin Shan's back, Xing Feng felt uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to break free. When he saw Mo Ye looking at him, he felt even more embarrassed, and finally couldn't help but say, "Sir, I'll go by myself." ”