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There are no stars in the night, when entering the dungeon, the Li Mansion is still a beautiful garden, out of the dungeon is already a bare wasteland, there is a group of people standing on the wasteland, and the women who are familiar with each other hug each other, sobbing quietly, fortunately, the cry is not loud, and it does not attract the onlookers of nearby residents.

Some of the women were still wearing men's clothes, and tangerine peel and cinnamon went to the tailor's shop to throw down dozens of taels of silver to grab these clothes, and after these girls changed into them, they kept rubbing their hands and standing on the side at a loss, he really didn't know how to comfort this group of people.

Suddenly, the iron door creaked, and the tangerine peel and cinnamon immediately turned around, and the scarred Fang Fan walked out of the dungeon with Yuan Qiu on his back.

Chen Pi Cinnamon's face was slightly startled, and he immediately greeted him, he hurriedly took Yuan Qiu from Fang Fan's hand, and was about to test Yuan Qiu's snort, but found that her head on the other side had completely collapsed.

Tangerine peel and cinnamon exclaimed: "Dead?"

Fang Fan's body was loosened, almost softened on the ground, he barely stood up straight and gasped for two breaths, then nodded with a wry smile, and explained the things in the dungeon to the tangerine peel and cinnamon, and the tangerine peel and cinnamon were silent after listening to it, and only sighed for a long time, but never spoke.

"Let's go, this place can't stay any longer." Fang Fan put his hand on the shoulder of tangerine peel and cinnamon and spoke.

The land of right and wrong will not stay for a long time, this place is indeed not suitable for a long time, no one knows when the Heavenly Sect guards who have been drunk will wake up, even if a person has the ability, he will not be able to do a drop of water, Tonglin City has a city lord, of course the city lord is a disciple of the Heavenly Religion, how much silver will Li Zhennan give him every month? How much silver will you give to the inner disciples of the Heavenly Sect?

Saving these women is a happy event for the villagers, but for these two people, it is a sad thing, they dare not do it blatantly, someone helps him do it, but this person is dead now, this cash cow that makes them full of money falls, cutting off other people's wealth, it will die.

Yuan Qiu's corpse will be refreshed, but Chen Pi Cinnamon still carried her on his back, Fang Fan carried her out of the dungeon, the meaning was already very clear, they all wanted to find a place for Yuan Qiu to be buried, she was a pathetic person, but she also did a lot of evil things, Fang Fan and the two were very conflicted, was it right or wrong for them to do this?

The corpse also became sinking.

……

It is not easy to lead such a group of crying girls out of the city, for Fang Fan and the others, a few plunders can get out of the city, but how can these girls who have no martial arts skills get out of the city?

Fang Fan and the others decided not to rent a carriage, they could only speed up their pace and rush out as soon as possible, it was strange to say, their footsteps were not small, but no one poked their heads out from behind the door with a lamp, not only did there be no NPC, not even the players, was this also thought of by Yuan Qiu?

Out of the city, a group of people rushed to Zidong Village, there were mostly wasteland and forests outside the city, a group of people finally put their minds at ease, Fang Fan and the two of them were also ready to let these frightened girls rest and rest before going to hurry, and more importantly, Yuan Qiu already had a refreshed appearance.

Digging pits, burying soil, and erecting monuments, for Fang Fan and the others, it only takes a few seconds, Yuan Qiu is already in the tomb, and Fang Fan and the others don't know why they want to do these things to a data, maybe in their hearts, Yuan Qiu is no longer a data, but a living person.

Although after five minutes, this tomb would still be refreshed, but Fang Fan and the others didn't care anymore.

"Wow......"

Before dawn, a few majestic roosters stood on the fence and raised their necks and crowed one after another.

At this time, the villagers were holding their girl's hand with tears in their eyes and rubbing it uncontrollably, their hands were clenched very tightly, for fear that as soon as they let go, their children would disappear again, and some villagers who did not wait for the children to sit on the ground and cry, and the people around them kept persuading, but they cried more fiercely.

It is sad that relatives cannot be reunited, but what is even more sad is that when you see other people's families reunited, but you don't know where your children are, when Chinese New Year's Eve, you see other people's families sitting around the fire and laughing and laughing.

"Please, save our children, please!" Many villagers surrounded Fang Fan and the others, they kept kowtowing, they couldn't stop kowtowing, all they could do was kowtow, this was the only thing they were worthwhile.

……

The sky was bright, the sky was drizzling, it had been a while since they left Zidong Village, Fang Fan and the two walked side by side on the dirt road, tired for a few nights, they finally had a chance to rest.

Chen Pi Cinnamon clenched his hands into fists and said loudly: "I have decided, I am ready to get back the children of those villagers."

Fang Fan looked at the tangerine peel and cinnamon in surprise and said, "You have really decided, this is not a simple job."

"Of course, since you promised them, you must do it, you can't promise it over there, and you will regret it just after you left the village." Chen Pi Cinnamon looked at Fang Fan again and said, "What about you?" What do you think? ”

Chen Pi Cinnamon remembered that in Zidong Village, he was full of promises, and Fang Fan never made a sound.

"Me?" Fang Fan pursed his lips and shook his head for a long time before he said, "I have something I have to do, I can't ...... it."

This sentence made Fang Fan have a lot of courage, he knew that this sentence was likely to make him lose his friend of Chen Pi Cinnamon, but he had too much to do, and in the battle with Li Zhennan, he could be regarded as having completely seen his strength, and he had fought a lot in the past few months, but in the end, he turned the danger into a disaster and used various methods to kill the enemy.

This time, he was defeated, if it weren't for Yuan Qiu, he would already be a person who had died once, and he was already vulnerable in the face of the extraordinary early stage, so how could he deal with the person standing at the top?

He really couldn't put his energy into such a distant thing.

"It's fine." Tangerine peel and cinnamon patted Fang Fan's shoulder and said, "Don't have too much pressure in your heart, I can see that you have a lot on your mind, I can do this alone, you can rest assured to do your own thing."

Fang Fan looked at the tangerine peel and cinnamon gratefully, the corners of the tangerine peel and cinnamon hooked the corners of his mouth, and said, "But you remember, if I have something, you must come."

"Of course." Fang Fan stretched out his palm and clapped it with tangerine peel and cinnamon.

But with his mind in mind, Fang Fan's steps were also much brisker, and the two of them rushed towards the city, and when a big battle was over, they naturally wanted to have a good drink.

Tonglin City.

Tailor's shop.

Lao Yuan got up groggily, and somehow, he slept too well last night, and when he got up, he still felt confused and sore, but he walked into the lobby from the backyard and slapped his butt on the ground.

The shop was empty, all the clothes displayed in the shop were gone, Lao Yuan screamed miserably, and was about to get up to inform the city guards, but suddenly sat back on the ground.

There were dozens of taels of white silver on the table, flashing dazzlingly, Lao Yuan got up in ecstasy, and hurriedly held the silver in his arms, although the door was not opened, he was still afraid that others would see it, and tiptoed back to the backyard with the silver, these dozens of taels of silver are enough for him to earn a small two years, and he will not do business today!

Lao Yuan's heart was on silver, and he didn't notice that there was a bunch of branches and weeds under the table. (To be continued.) )

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