The third uncle and the others watched the movements of Liu Er and the others from a distance, and saw that several people seemed to have subdued the fool and tied it strongly, so they walked over quickly.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't hurry up and carry this child back, otherwise wait for Mr. Fan to come back, and see how you explain to Mr. Fan."

The third uncle looked at Zhao Lan, who was struggling by himself, waved his hand and knocked on the heads of Liu Er and the others, beckoning the rest of the villagers to take a hand together.

The crowd crossed the pole through the knot that bound Zhao Lan's hands, like carrying a pig to be slaughtered, and turned around and ran towards the village.

Zhao Lan kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm down her brain.

Are there any strange things that you have encountered in the past time?

A dignified prince, he was taken hostage, and he was inexplicably forced to let him become the emperor. Forget it, I escaped by boat and encountered an undersea volcanic eruption that I hadn't seen for a hundred years, and I was mysteriously taken by a shark to such a place where the snake spirit was sick.

Zhao Lan's lips with rags were trembling constantly, closing her eyes to endure the ** who strangled the surrounding villagers, and calming her chest with violent fluctuations.

"Uncle Wang, you look at the fool as if he doesn't move."

Just when Zhao Lan was finally calming down the anger in his heart, and his mood was like an ancient well, a young man who looked like he was about ten years old lowered his head, saw Zhao Lan's motionless appearance, and immediately shouted: "He's not dead, right?" ”

Zhao Lan opened his eyes and stared at the young man who lowered his head with anger on his face, and the fierce murderous aura in his eyes frightened the young man even more and took a big step back.

"Woooooooooo......oo (You're dead, your whole family is dead)"

Zhao Lan couldn't open her mouth, and could only let out a whimper, in order to scold these neuropaths.

"This kid is talking nonsense, and the life of a fool is great."

A middle-aged man in his thirties patted the startled young man, laughed, and continued: "Do you remember the stupid root in the village before, that baby rolled all the way down the slope of the back mountain and didn't die, but the fool will be blessed by God." ”

The young man nodded as if he didn't understand, glanced at Zhao Lan cautiously, and continued to whisper to the middle-aged man next to him: "But his eyes are really terrifying." ”

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement and admonished him, "Fools have terrible eyes. ”

It's a dog!

Zhao Lan closed her eyes and hung her head weakly.

That's it, Lao Tzu admitted it.

Zhao Lan finally knew how happy it was to live in Lanxing before, at least she had never been treated as a fool, and she was not so humiliated by being carried like a pig like now.

Generation gap!

Zhao Lan's mind suddenly appeared such a long-lost word, and he now finally understood how different a highly intelligent race like him was from these ignorant villagers.

Language communication is a big problem, not to mention the ideological gap.

After a bumpy road, Zhao Lan was quickly carried back to Shanghe Village by the villagers.

"Liu Er, go and bring the medicine left by Mr. Fan and give it to this kid to drink."

As soon as Zhao Lan was sent back to the previous house, the third uncle beckoned Liu Er to bring the medicine that Zhao Lan had drunk before.

threw Zhao Lan, who had been tied up like a pig, on the bed, and the villagers wiped the sweat on their heads, and walked out with a glance at each other, leaving the third uncle and the two strong men who subdued Zhao Lan with Liu Er before.

Everyone had to go to the fields in the afternoon, and in order to rescue Zhao Lan, they left the half-planed rice bowl and followed Liu Er to the beach. Now that the people have been rescued, everyone naturally went back to their homes to finish the rest of their lunch.

"Liu Er, this kid, can't do something well, how to take a medicine and haven't come yet."

The third uncle and the others sat at the table and waited for a long time, but they didn't see Liu Er's medicine coming, and they were all a little annoyed, and when they were about to get up to look for Liu Er, they saw him cautiously come in with a white porcelain bowl.

"What are you doing, such ink."

A big man who had a good relationship with Liu Er slapped the table dissatisfied, stood up and drank dissatisfiedly at Liu Er, walked up to him, and reached out to take the bowl in Liu Er's second-hand.

"Don't ......"

Liu Erzheng was cautiously holding the medicine bowl, but he was suddenly blocked by his friend, and hurriedly shouted in a low voice: "The medicine bowl is very hot, don't touch me, be careful to spill it." ”

But before he could finish his sentence, the big man had already snatched the hot medicine bowl from his hand.

The hot bowl fell into the hands of the big man, which immediately made his hands tremble, and he subconsciously roared and threw the medicine bowl out, and coincidentally, the medicine bowl flew in the direction of Zhao Lan.

Under Zhao Lan's gaze, the high-temperature medicinal liquid sprinkled on his chest, penetrating his already soaked clothes, and bursts of warm mist also rose from the wet places with his clothes.

If there is one word that can describe Zhao Lan's senses at this moment, then only the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire, which has been inherited for thousands of years, can set off the scene at this moment.

Zhao Lan's own clothes had been wet with seawater, and some places had been dried on the way back, and his body was also able to adapt to the damp and cold clothes, but at this time, a bowl of boiling water was poured on his body......

Zhao Lan let out a painful cry from his mouth that was plugged in rags, his eyes were also tightly fixed to the maximum, and he felt the hot liquid that penetrated his clothes on his chest and dripped onto the skin on his chest, his whole body convulsed, and after all, he couldn't help the severe pain, and his head tilted and fainted.

When everyone in the room saw this scene, they were all a little frightened and overwhelmed, and it took a while to come back to their senses and look at the big man who threw the medicine bowl out.

"I, I didn't mean to, I didn't expect that bowl to be so hot."

When Dahan saw Zhao Lan's head tilted, as if he was dead, he was so frightened that he swung his hands straight, and when he saw the eyes of the people around him looking at him as criminals, he stammered and explained.

Liu Er also patted his head speechlessly, carefully touched Zhao Lan's side, probed Zhao Lan's snort, and found that there was still gas, so he breathed a sigh of relief, got up and complained to the big man with a panicked face: "Let's go out for more than an hour, the medicine left by Mr. Fan has long been cold, and I can only heat it in the pot, but I didn't expect Brother Wang to grab it directly." ”

After speaking, Liu Er hurriedly untied the rope that bound Zhao Lan's limbs, untied Zhao Lan's clothes, looked at the skin on his chest that was already a little blistered, and Zhao Lan who had passed out in a coma, Liu Er suddenly scratched his ears and cheeks and didn't know what to do.

"Uncle, what should I do?"

Pointing to the red skin on Zhao Lan's chest that was burned by the potion, Liu Er turned to the third uncle for advice.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the figure that suddenly appeared at the door, and a stunned smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Mr. Fan, you are back." ”

Hearing Liu Er's words, everyone immediately turned around and looked at the door together, and saw two figures suddenly walking in at the door, an old man with white hair and an old face looked at the people gathered together, and asked the third uncle suspiciously: "Third Brother Chen, what are you doing here?" ”