By the moonlight, Shen Kang saw that the river thieves behind him were curled up and fell to the ground, a dark red blood trail flowing.

"Gross!"

Shen Kang covered his mouth and vomited like a fountain.

"Well, ah, you're ......"

Shen Kang wanted to say: Why did you kill someone?

Jiang Liu saw the fate of the river thief behind Shen Kang, and he had a premonition of the situation of the river thief behind him. At this moment, Jiang Liu finally felt frightened.

The back of his spine, the line that connects the back of his head, stiffened throughout, and streams of cool air rose up his back.

He stopped laughing.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

The one who was so close to him, a living person, became a corpse in the moment when the dark clouds covered the moon.

This feeling is really hard to accept.

He had never experienced such a feeling.

He knew that he should hold his fists and thank Meng Fanrui for coming to the rescue, but in his heart, he always felt strange, this discomfort, this strange feeling, he couldn't say a word.

Rao knew what was going on behind him, and knew that he didn't want to see this scene, but he still stiffened his body and turned his head to look.

A pool of donated blood flowed like this, staining the soles of his boots red, and the river thief's face was like dead ashes, motionless.

"Gross!"

Jiang Liu didn't even have a chance to control it, and was directly stimulated by the smell of blood and strong senses, his stomach cramped, and he vomited in public.

"Gross!"

"Gross!"

"Gross!"

"Gross!"

Shen Kang and Jiang Liu each held the edge of the boat, and the sound of vomiting came and went, and the sour smell and bloody smell spread in the air.

Wang Lucao's face turned pale, he stood up suddenly, trying his best to behave naturally, but he couldn't help covering half of his face with a folding fan, bypassing the two river thieves, going to see Shen Kang for a while, patting him on the back, and then going to Jiang Liu's side, scolding: "You are not the Demon King of the Mixed World?" Why can't you stop throwing up? ”

Jiang Liu was full of indignation and grievances, spit out tears in his eyes, and his mouth couldn't stop scolding: "Wang Lu! You don't have a backache when you stand and talk! ”

Wang Lucao finally laughed: "This is very familiar, I don't know who said it?" ”

Shen Kang vomited darkly, and when he heard this inappropriate joke, he still looked up at Wang Lucao, just as he was smiling on his face, and he was selling criticism in his heart. It is very in line with Shen Kang's current mood.

Meng Fanrui stood where he was, looking at them motionlessly.

At this time, Liu Shu and two other scholars ran up from the bottom of the boat and went to their son-in-law respectively.

Liu Shu looked at it, the river thieves all over the ground couldn't help but sigh to himself, saw three corpses again, and said secretly: Fortunately, Uncle Meng is here, otherwise, their study tour will be folded tonight.

"Childe, how are you?" Liu Shu asked while patting Shen Kang's back.

Shen Kang shook his head, trying to restrain the nausea in his heart, signaling that he was fine.

Liu Shu frowned and said, "Son, you vomit first, and the little one will go get you a glass of water to gargle." ”

Shen Kang nodded, "Wow! With a bang, he spit out all the acid in his stomach, and the acid choked his throat and rushed straight to his nose, choking him with tears.

Liu Shu stepped on the plank, walked quickly "Dengden Deng" a few times, ran back, handed warm water on the one hand, and wiped the corners of Shen Kang's lips with a soft towel on the other.

Shen Kang rinsed his mouth, squatted and turned around, took the soft towel, and covered his face to make himself sober.

Jiang Liu's situation also improved under the care of the scholar, and he was helped to sit aside.

At this time, the man in the distance, like a mountain, slowly bent down the hero's waist.

"Uncle Meng?" Shen Kang's voice was hoarse and he shouted.

Immediately after that, "Wow! A sound came to my ears.

Meng Fanrui.

Meng Fanrui, he, vomited?

Shen Kang was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

In his mind, Meng Fanrui's image of a tough guy that had just been erected was shattered into scum at this moment, and then scattered between heaven and earth with the evening breeze.

Jiang Liu smiled dumbly: "Hehe." ”

Then Mu Ran turned his head to look at Wang Lucao and asked, "What is this called?" ”

Wang Lucao shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, also smiling helplessly.

Shen Kang listened to Meng Fanrui's vomiting with an embarrassed face, but this sound was wave after wave, making it impossible for people to ignore it calmly.

In desperation, Shen Kang came to Meng Fanrui's side with a strange smile and asked, "Uncle Meng, are you okay?" ”

Meng Fanrui held back his vomit, rolled his throat, and swallowed the filth.

said: "Uncle kills for the first time!" Spit on, what's the big deal! ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Liu was surprised and suspicious, and then, as if he had forgotten his miserable appearance, he ran to Meng Fanrui's side, squatted down, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Meng, the first time you killed someone?" ”

Meng Fanrui's throat rolled, retched twice, snorted, and said confidently: "If it weren't for you two muddy boys, why would the uncle kill people?" ”

When Jiang Liu heard this, he felt uneasy.

At that moment, he once resented Meng Fanrui's ruthless killing behavior, but now when he looks at Meng Fanrui, he feels guilty.

Such a lovely strong man, for himself, did something against his will, how could he blame him?

Jiang Liu said guiltily: "Uncle Meng, don't worry, my father is an important minister of the imperial court, this matter, when we arrive at Guide Mansion, I will definitely seek justice for you, and I will never let you be implicated in this matter." ”

"Fuck off!"

Meng Fanrui raised his head and scolded, then turned his back to them, retching while suppressing himself.

Shen Kang looked at Meng Fanrui squatting on the ground, his back like a hill, raised his lips and smiled, and said slowly: "I only know today, what is the shortness of breath of a hero!" Hahahaha! ”

This one has no conscience!

This muddy boy!

This little bunny!

Meng Fanrui was full of anger, but he smiled unconsciously.

At this time, Liu Shu handed over a cup of warm tea, and Shen Kang naturally took the tea from Liu Shu's hand, and then, squatting on the ground, handed it to Meng Fanrui with one hand.

"Give!"

Meng Fanrui turned his head slightly to look at Shen Kang, snorted coldly, reluctantly took the water, raised his head and drank it.

"Gollum." A few sounds, a glass of water, and that's it.

Shen Kang grinned: "You spit it out!" ”

Meng Fanrui snorted lightly and said, "You said it was late, but the uncle swallowed it." ”

Where could Jiang Liu stand such rough behavior? Pouting, he took two steps back, and shouted to his own scholar, "That... You, go and prepare a few clean clothes, fetch water, and wait for Uncle Meng to bathe and change clothes! ”

Shen Kang smiled and said, "Uncle Meng, let's just leave it like this here, let's finish vomiting quickly, go to the boat next to us to drink some wine, eat some chickens and ducks, and when we get to Guide Mansion, ask together, why, this fisherman's son along the Honghe River is so rampant!" ”

Meng Fanrui raised his head, clenched his fists, stood up, and said with a sneer: "You kid, didn't you say that you are not nosy? Uncle looks at you, and he has a hard mouth and a soft heart. ”

After saying this, he chuckled to himself and continued: "Something." Hum! ”

Shen Kang tugged at the corners of his lips, raised his head and smiled, with the same expression as Meng Fanrui, squinted at him, and replied, "Shen San is also!" ”