When Su Liu came to Ning Lazi's wooden house, the gate was closed, and there was no half a person, not even the fierce wolf dog in the fenced yard.

"Did you go hunting early in the morning?" Su Liu frowned and said to himself.

If you are not at home, you can only wait, put down the bamboo basket in your hand, and Su Liu turned around in the yard.

Ning Lazi's wooden house is built at the foot of the mountain, next to the entrance to the mountain not far away, the house is not big, obviously because there are no women, the yard seems a little messy, and there are no so-called flowers and plants.

Also, a rude and indifferent person like Ning Lazi would feel weird if he planted flowers and plants, Su Liu thought about Ning Lazi's appearance of tidying up flowers and plants with a cold face, and he was excited.

Turning the main entrance to the left, Su Liu unintentionally raised his head, and was so frightened by something hanging high that he screamed, and retreated in a panic and fell to the ground.

When I saw it clearly, I found that it was a pig's head, and it seemed that it had been cut off for a few days, and there was something on the pig's head, maybe it was spices or something, and it was hung to dry.

"What kind of person is this, who is it to scare by hanging this thing?" Su Liu patted his chest, stood up, and snorted at the pig's head, raising his fist.

In addition to the pig's head, there are also bunches of garlic and shallots hanging under the roof beams, as well as golden corn.

"There's already corn here." Su Liu patted the hanging corn stalks, a little depressed.

That's right, if it's peaceful today, and Qi is a big country, if you want to come here with these high-yield grains, then she has to take a good look at what there is and she knows how to cook.

On the left side of the wooden house, there was a faint sound of water, thinking that there was a stream and river nearby, leaning against the mountain and the water, I didn't think that this Ning Lazi would be very good at choosing a place, Su Liu shrugged his nose.

"Hmm."

After looking around, Su Liu was about to turn around, when suddenly she heard a moaning and groaning sound in her ears, she immediately stopped and listened carefully.

There was another faint moan, a groan, Su Liu blinked, reason told her that curiosity killed the cat, but she still couldn't help but walked towards the scream.

Picking up an arm-thick wooden stick in the corner of the house, Su Liu carefully pushed away the bushes in front of him, and there was a little mess in front of him, and a big hole appeared in front of him, and there was a moaning sound from it.

This is, the trap?

Su Liu lay at the entrance of the cave and looked down, and a man who couldn't see clearly was lying at the bottom of the cave, his messy hair covered his face, and what made Su Liu breathe cold was that the man's feet were holding a big trap, white thorns, not to mention more penetration.

"Hey, are you dead?" Su Liu shouted, the person should not, she picked up a small pebble from her side and threw it down, not moving, another, two.

The man was finally woken up by Su Liu's alternative shouting method, and slowly turned his head, looking.

When Su Liu saw the man's appearance clearly, he took a snort, his eyes lit up, he was wicked, he was really handsome, there was no plastic surgery in this era, this should be primitive and natural.

"Hey, get the master out of the mess." The man sat up slowly, frowning and commanding Su Liu.

Su Liu subconsciously sighed, and in the next second, he put away all the pink bubbles and stood up quickly.

Nymphomaniac? She, a woman with a mental age of twenty-eight, drools over a child who looks like an eighteen-year-old high school student?