Coincidentally, as soon as Wendao opened his eyes in the morning, he found that there were a few things right on the side of his head, and he barely had to exert himself, and he could reach them with one stretch of his hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I took it, one looked like a healing plaster, and the other was a small straw bag. When I opened it gently, I saw a few eggs, a few pieces of earthy bread, and even a lump of dried meat underneath.

Looking at it, Wen Dao suddenly hurriedly rewrapped the things, stuffed them into the mess of grass and carefully hid them, and then looked at them weakly, and then got up casually, stretching his big waist while pretending to be lazy, and slipped to the door and looked towards the center of the stockade.

Hearing the movement, Liu Qiu and the others also woke up, one by one the ghosts cried and cursed, and with each other's help, they all stood up.

"What is Childe looking at?"

Liu Qiu slowly came over, and as soon as he said a word, Li Ji suddenly shook his nose vigorously and sniffed around like a dog:

"Straight lady thief, how can there be a smell of meat, but I am hungry to death!"

When the others heard this, they immediately scattered as if they heard the trumpet, and quickly searched the small grass hut. A few hungry ghost-like figures saw Wen Dao's little heart pounding.

In the end, however, everyone was disappointed. And Li Ji naturally became an unlucky target, and was killed by several glances in an instant.

was making trouble, He Yilong, who had been here yesterday, finally carried the straw basket, and appeared again in the spotlight. However, this time, behind him, there were several big men, all of them fierce and vicious, and they looked like they were walking sideways.

For some reason, Wen Dao suddenly had an ominous premonition, and couldn't help but glance at the fat head Tuo Wang Jie.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat—"

He Yilong shouted, and there was a gloating smell that could not be concealed all over his body.

However, when I opened the basket, there was one less rice ball than yesterday.

"What's going on?"

Of course, Wen Dao knew that among several people, only he could ask questions and not eat crimes, so he asked on behalf of everyone.

He Yilong grinned, took out a key to open the door, bowed and said:

"Childe is not a slut, let alone a traitor or a thief, of course you don't need to eat these pig food. The owner of the village issued an order and asked the little one to invite the son. ”

Oh, Wen Dao suddenly relented:

"Invite me over, do you have something to ask, or do you just have breakfast?"

He Yilong thought about it, rolled his eyes a few times, and said:

"I'm afraid that the little one can't say it clearly, but Childe will know when he goes, so it's better for Childe to see it himself."

The little slippery head, Wendao shook his head and smiled, raised his foot and said:

"In that case, lead the way ahead. Oh yes, don't play any tricks in front of me, if I'm happy, maybe I'll find your owner to be my companion. ”

He Yilong was startled, and suddenly glanced back at Wen Dao in surprise, before he said cautiously:

"Childe is really good at laughing, hehe, what does Childe want me to do?"

Wen Dao smiled slightly, seeing that the psychological warfare had achieved initial results, he accepted it when he saw it, followed the little guy and didn't say much, and hurried away.

Soon, in a huge courtyard, the strong man, the master and other familiar faces that I had seen yesterday all looked at him when they saw him walk in. On their side, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian was still standing, but he was staring at him motionlessly, without a trace of expression on his face.

What a big formation, Wen Dao was thinking about it, and a graceful figure suddenly flashed behind the strong man, and it was the girl bandit again.

When I looked at it again, my face suddenly darkened:

A set of the latest field equipment of the Celestial Empire, a pair of anti-packaging special cigarettes, and two bottles of high-grade liquor for the military. As well as a few first-aid kits, compressed biscuits, water, and field cheese, beef jerky, preserved fruits and other items for replenishment, which were originally neatly placed in a field backpack, now turned into a large grocery stall on a large wooden table.

What's even more infuriating is that the most precious gun is being played with by a few pairs of black and rough hands stained with countless mud at the moment. It's really a tyrannical thing, and it's distressing.

Wait, Wen Dao's pair of pupils shrank suddenly:

Damn, what is the girl holding in her hands?

Damn it, grenades!

Almost instinctively, Zhou Tian suddenly raised his hands in the air, and he was almost about to pounce. But at the last moment, he finally held back.

Because, the girl did not look at him at this time, but two small hands unconsciously fiddled with a melon-like grenade, and unconsciously put a little finger like a shallot on the pull ring.

I don't know if I live or die, even if I have to bring so many people to the funeral!

Wen Dao didn't know how many times he had wailed in his heart, and countless methods he could think of flashed in his mind, but none of them could guarantee that the ignorant girl would withdraw her little thumb from the small pull ring scientifically and correctly.

In an instant, on the morning of early autumn, Wendao was already sweating on his back.

Seeing the strange expression of the sword, the master twisted his beard and said:

"What's wrong with this overseas visitor, sir, why did he suddenly stare at my young lady, he wasn't so rude yesterday."

The strong man snorted, and seemed to feel a little strange.

I had the heart to cough and remind the kid on the other side not to be so rude, but after thinking about it, I still turned my head to look at my daughter, and found that she was holding the melon-shaped thing, playing in the middle of the fun, and grinned unconsciously:

"Boy, wouldn't it be that I feel distressed now when I see your treasures fall into my hands? Haha, you should be glad you still have a life to live now. If it weren't for your treasures, a guy of unknown origin like you, I don't know how many heads I had cut off before. ”

As soon as the master heard this, he immediately followed along:

"Did you hear the words of my lord of the village? Now I call you over, so that I can teach you that first, these treasures belong to my master and the cottage, and second, I hope you will be smarter, and it is best to tell my master one by one about these treasures. ”

"Oh, what do you want to hear, thunderbolt or thunderbolt?"

At this time, Wendao's attention was all focused on the girl's little finger, and he didn't care what his father's face was, and he was busy guiding the conversation in a certain direction.

Fortunately, Sour Confucianism also has the benefits of Sour Confucianism, and he will often chew on words to figure out the hidden meaning of each of your words.

"What are you talking about, boy, what kind of thunder and thunderbolt are you talking about! It's really funny, it's so funny, there are thunderbolts hidden in these treasures of yours, who do you think you are! ”

Thank God, this master has made great merits!

Wen Dao wanted to gratefully glance at this sour master, but he didn't dare, his eyes stared at the little white hand without blinking, and he didn't even dare to change his tone:

"It doesn't matter who I am, master, I just need you to hear every word below me clearly - no matter what method you use, please be sure to let your master of the village find a way to get that melon from the hands of that female doll."

"Melon, what melon, and, why should I listen to you?"

The master said, but still glanced at the girl, and then reached out to touch the strong man, twisted his beard and said:

"Sir—"

Before the words fell, Wen Dao's hair suddenly stood on end, and he hurriedly said:

"No, it's my mistake, none of you can move!"