In the middle of the night, Wang Ying woke up hungry again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the seventh time he had woken up in the night, and he had begun to wonder if he had ever fallen asleep. I felt super hungry, my chest was against my back, I was gurgling, my hands and feet were tied up, and it felt like a luxury to tickle it.

Anyway, this day was the saddest day for him in the past few days, no, it was also the most painful day in terms of his twenty-two years of life in his previous life, and he had never suffered like this when he was caught by his police uncle.

In the novel, all kinds of crossings are not martial arts masters, special forces soldiers, but there are all kinds of treasure body protection, why did they become like this when they came to themselves? It doesn't matter if you don't have all kinds of adventures, you still live in fear, and these days, you rely on lying to get by.

That's really not the intention!

Will there be retribution for the bad deeds done in the previous life? Okay, retribution is coming, and the things that can't be fought with yourself have also been encountered by yourself, if you really go to the county government prison tomorrow, it is estimated that this life will be like this.

The person who has traveled through three days and the story is about to end, this is probably the worst protagonist of the time-traveling, right?

In the haze, Wang Ying barely fell asleep again in various thoughts.

It was another bright and fresh morning, and the roosters began to cry and the hens squatted quietly to watch them, and the pigsty and the sheepfold began to stir and squeeze out of the fence. There was a chill in the air, mixed with the sound of industrious farmers working not far away.

Wang Ying slowly opened her eyes, and it was dawn. Bright daylight shines through the broken windows,

Wang Yingcai finally saw where he was clearly, there was a damp straw under his buttocks, and the whole room was more than ten square meters, and there was a dilapidated incense platform in the middle, dusty, opposite the incense platform, it was a clay statue of a Bodhisattva, for some reason, only half of the body was left, revealing the blackened soil, the dilapidated curtain hung down to the ground, stumbling on layers of spider webs, and three or two spiders were still sleeping leisurely.

This must be a dilapidated little temple.

Hearing a little sound, Wang Ying's head stretched forward, and then "squeaked", the door was pushed open from the outside, and then some dust shook off from the door, the person began to curse while rubbing his eyes, Wang Ying was so hungry that his eyes were almost confused, the man approached, only to find that it was the militia who searched him yesterday, Huzi.

"Brother Huzi, is it okay to give me something to eat? I'm starving! Wang Ying rolled her eyes, indicating that she was dying.

"Die an egg, Lao Tzu didn't die when he didn't eat for five days in ******, who are you fooling? I'm really going to die, eat the straw below! The militiaman named Huzi didn't seem to buy it, and pointed to the damp straw under Wang Ying's buttocks.

Wang Ying felt a cold surging up under her buttocks, looking at the straw that was about to burst out of black water, and there was a slight sour smell, she had an urge to vomit, and she no longer had the idea of hunger, but only a feeling of fullness.

Wangmei quenches thirst and has a vivid opposite since then: Wangcao is hungry.

"Huzi! What are you rubbing! Hurry up, Lord Shangguan is in a hurry, and he will be blamed again! A voice came from the door, as if urging the militia in front of him.

"Got it, got it, get an egg!" The militiaman named Huzi always hung eggs on his lips and looked really a bit of a tiger.

Huzi cautiously untied Wang Ying's rope, grabbed Wang Ying and told him to go in front, still on guard in his heart, although the person in front of him was a little hungry and weak, but if he really wanted to play a trick, he was ready to resist and shout.

Huzi really thinks highly of Wang Ying, even if Wang Ying is full of food, he can't get him alone.

Wang Ying staggered to the door, the sun shone with a huge light and dizzy his head, he instinctively blocked it twice with his hand, just wanted to pop out of his mouth with a dirty word or two, and was kicked in front by Huzi in the back, Wang Ying twisted a few times and didn't lie on the ground, and looked back at the militiaman.

"Kick your sister, kick!" Wang Ying's heart was so angry that it was about to explode. My obedient man, when did he suffer this kind of anger, in the past, others were condescending to him, even some little hooligans in the detention center also brought tea and water to themselves.

It's really thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!

Raising his head, he almost hit the nose of the horse at the door, Wang Ying reacted and looked carefully in front of him, a horse that looked like a mule was breathing at him, skinny, sallow fur, and a few gadflies were flying. Compared with the tall and thin horse yesterday, one is really a prince and the other is a beggar.

Behind the horse was a flat plate, and two wooden wheels supported the whole cart, which did not look very round, a bit like an octagon. On top of the tablet is a square wooden cage, which is the most common type in TV dramas.

This living old man is in the bush! Wang Ying looked at the horse in front of her, and compassion began to flood.

Don't be tired halfway, or you'll have to leave again.

"Go up and see what!" The militiaman who had been answering outside pushed Wang Ying again. Wang Ying hit his head on the horse's buttocks.

Mother, I have to experience a prisoner car today.

Climbed up with difficulty, got into the cage with the door open, stretched out his head, and suddenly felt a sense of righteousness and awe, and he was about to go to the execution ground as if he were going home.

I thought of Tan Sitong, Li Dazhao, and Sun Jihai......

"Ouch!" Halfway through his thoughts, there was a cold pain in his mouth, and his tongue licked it, feeling a little sticky, and realizing that his mouth was bleeding.

It turned out that the octagonal wheel began to roll, and Wang Ying's mouth slammed into the wood of the cage in front of him.

The carriage creaked, the cage paused up and down, and the horse gasped.

"Drive!" Huzi flicked his horsewhip, and the cage suddenly became even more powerful......

"Woo ......" accompanied by the wailing of the old horse, the carriage finally stopped slowly, his little heart was about to jump out in the few minutes just now, his head was propped up, and he bumped into the cage from time to time, closing his eyes and hoping that the time would pass quickly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the tall and thin man yesterday, it was Nanxi Qizheng, the officer and soldier brave, riding on a tall horse, the horse's hooves kept rubbing the ground, and he looked down at the thin old horse with a commanding attitude. The old horse gasped, bowed his head, and stood quietly.

"Nothing happened, did it?" The officers and soldiers bravely asked Huzi.

"Lord Shangguan, everything is fine!"

"Well, that's good, let's go!" With a wave of his hand, he rode his horse to lead the front, Wang Ying's carriage was in the middle, and more than a dozen militiamen with spears followed, the speed was not fast, but it also made Wang Ying's discomfort reduce a lot.

I didn't expect to enter the city in this way, and I couldn't help but feel a kind of desolation.

"Don't talk about separation

I'm not going to cry because of that

It was just a dream last night

……”

Humming your favorite song, everything, let's talk about it in the city.