Chapter 50: No Fighting, No Kissing, No Love!
We stared at each other, angry, sparkling in our eyes, and we were on the verge of eruption.
The two of us were more hideous than the other, glaring at each other. I should strangle him right away. It's amazing that my accomplices, who are still cheeky and dumb, and none of them help me, including the ghost brother, who is actually seriously wiping his precious machete.
I called, "Brother Ghost! β
The ghost brother I respected the most among us came out with a posture of rushing to help me fight.
Niu Ba pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Brother Ghost? β
"Huh?" The ghost brother was deflated when he understood what he meant. Because I quarrel with that Miantang Shitang like two small mouths, and they are used to it.
I have to admit that Miantang is more capable of pretending to be a leader than I am in this group, and the gang behind him has completely become his diehards.
It looked like it was about to explode, but he suppressed it, and in the end he succeeded, surrendering first, smiling and gently tapping his mouth with his hand. I laughed, and the two of them laughed together, what can we not do without resolving our enmity from yesterday to now.
Under his threat and lure, I practiced for another half an hour before letting me go, but I missed all of them, and he actually stopped getting angry, "Sooner or later, he will become a sharpshooter." β
At night, we slept around the fire together, I slept alone under a tree, and at a distance of about ten meters, there were ghost brothers and Namiantang, who protected me from left to right, and I was still very grateful.
In the middle of the night, I dreamed again.
I found that Brother Ghost and Na Miantang came back one after another, and Na Miantang was actually injured on his feet.
Everyone wore the simplest outfits, and only I kept the dress. I lifted up my skirt, it was the last piece of my dress intact. I went to the woods to untie the petticoat of my skirt, which I had spent a week sewing on. Now I didn't hesitate to grab the skirt and pull it, and put it in my mouth to bite until the material cracked and tore off a long one. I bit hard, hard, and finally the petticoat strap became many straps in my hand, and I handed them to Na Miantang to help him wrap the wound.
I said softly, "Thank you for helping us, I helped you wrap your wounds." β
That Miantang's eyes sparkled mischievously.
"It sounds sweet and feminine, cat. Not as domineering as you usually are. Well, just treat you properly, and you can become a woman who depends on men. β
I frowned, and the anger came back up.
"This time I have to chop you up, I won't help you bandage your wounds, why should I try to be polite to you, you are like this."
He pulled me to sit down and grinned teasingly at her, "I'll just prick your wound or bleed with it." I had to help him bandage it, and I couldn't help but smile at him.
Yes, he is a rough and cunning man, and it is dangerous to deal with him, and you can never say for sure that a blunt weapon you put in his hand when you are not alert can turn into a sharp, sharp knife. Regardless, however, he is always exciting.
I didn't become a sharpshooter, and in the envy of the pony six, he gave me the gun, and I pinned it to my waist and held it next to my dearest kitchen knife.
We continued to rush endlessly, and the pursuers did bite us, and the occasional beast and bird in the woods was enough to scare us into a dog. That Miantang arranged for him and Pony Six and Ah Wu Donkey to be the vanguard, that is, we walked ten meters first, that is, the vanguard was the pioneer who hit the gun with his brain, and Pony Six and Ah Wu Donkey immediately showed an unlucky expression after learning about this treatment.
We were numb and tired and hungry, and the second dog walked slower, and Niu Ba and the pig head three and the oil four chickens were transferred over and took turns carrying him.
I am very strange, that Miantang, the dignified young master, knows more about mountain roads than mountain people like Brother Ghost, and the chaotic mountain roads are really difficult to distinguish unless they have specially trained eyes, and he will not lose his way in this kind of mountain road, and without any imprints, he will not hesitate to go to the depths of the forest, and always find the exit.
There is less and less time to rest, and everyone is tired like a dog.
"How far is it?" I asked out loud.
"It's still a little bit far, and we'll rest in half an hour." Namian glanced at me.
"Hell, believe you, you didn't go far two hours ago." I reminded him that this was the third time he was still a little bit close. His ears were so good that he fell back to me in three steps and two steps: "Are you complaining again?" β
"I heard a whistle in the woods, I don't think it's like an ordinary bird, young master, I must know the truth of the matter, you are hiding it from me."
"It's okay, you're in a bad mood this morning."
I watched as the guy pretended to be stupid, and he was laughing at my intellect and wisdom not only for his seven emotions and six desires, but also for my intellect and intelligence.
I deliberately made my words clear and pulled the hatred: "How can you understand my feelings?" I've found out that everyone who knows things is making up nonsense that a three-year-old wouldn't believe me, and taking me for a fool; You think that we are ragged, dilapidated, weakened, and on the verge of despair, carrying tattes on our backs and dressed in tatters, and you look down on us. β
Na Miantang was unmoved, and was happy again: "If you don't hurry now, if you are hit by a bandit now, can you fight?" Is it useful to laugh at them for spitting on them? β
He was kind of blocking me to death in this way, but I still looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you show up at the same time as the bandits?" What exactly did you do? β
That Miantang looked at me critically, quietly, seriously, and saw me turn my gaze away, "Cat, let's stop arguing, okay?" I'm about to hit you, I don't usually hit women, but you keep me off. β
"You fight!" I stuck out my head, "This thing I carry around my neck is called my head, do you dare to shoot it when I stretch it out to you?" β
That Miantang ambiguously stroked my skull and touched my face: "Smile, laugh." β
I hurriedly stretched off the smile on my face, which was almost a little bright: "Wang Bacai laughs!" "I grabbed him by the shoulder, put my knee on his stomach, and let him go, which showed that I was angry.
He wasn't angry, he slumped.
But it didn't affect their group of onlookers, Xiaoma Liuhe, Pig's Head Sanhaha, Niu Ba, and Yousi Chicken Hehehele - Ah Wu Donkey rushed over, happy and shouted: "It's amazing!" Hitting is kissing, scolding is love! If you don't fight, you don't kiss, it's not love! β
The woods were as full of unusual noises as usual, and we had been free from this strange sound for two days, but now it was coming after us, and it made us steal and bewilder. Every time the birds chirped, every time the bushes sounded, we were startled. The blind worship of the six ponies made them lose their judgment, and they would only stand by the side of the Miantang and me in a daze.
That Miantang's expression was no longer lazy, nor was he talking and laughing as usual, he was in a somewhat nervous state, looking around from time to time, constantly looking back and back, his eyes showing gloom and sternness. He didn't say a word, and walked close to me, not walking in front of me as usual.
In the afternoon, Na Miantang finally said to stop and rest for half an hour, and then casually said to all of us that we would not take the mountain road today, and take a shortcut that was easier to reach. We hurried to drink water in the creek.
"Is someone stalking us?" I don't want to talk too much nonsense with him.
"We haven't seen anyone following us yet, butβI found the mark they're following, the red rope." That Miantang hesitated, pretending to be casual, covering up everything. He looked at me with a calm look and stunned eyes. He finally made up his mind to speak, and his voice was gentle.
"I'll have to be honest with you, Cat, I conclude that the bandit has spotted us, probably one or two of them, and he doesn't dare to stand against us all, so he leaves a mark for his accomplices to come, andβI suspect their accomplices are not far from here."
"So- your injuries?"
He looked at me, frowning. Excuse me, he's still thinking about it. He sighed, but remained silent.
"Did you kill him?" I continued to ask him, "I'm not a child, I have the right to know. β
"We killed him, and that's how my injuries came about." His voice was a little tired.
He described to me the thrilling scene of last night: "Brother Ghost and I saw him near where we were sleeping, and I heard him sneak into our camp, and he barely made a sound, almost deceived me, and stood there like a shadow, he must be a master. I deliberately fell asleep, lying motionless, watching him walk in, I picked up the gun, ready to give him a shot if necessary. β
"And then, did he come in?"
"He stepped on the wooden stick I placed before going to bed, and then the ghost brother woke up, and the ghost brother impulsively went up, and the man turned around and ran into the woods, and the ghost brother was led into the woods by him, and I followed them."
"Leave us here," I complained to him, "you say you're a master, what if you two are killed?" It's so stupid to take risks, why not call me? I can help you too. β
"When we reached the woods, the man was already scuffling with the ghost brother on the ground, tearing and tearing together, and he slammed the ghost brother's wrist against a stone, and tried to slash him with the knife," said Na Miantang, interrupting me. "At this time it was about to dawn, and although I had a gun, I did not dare to shoot for fear of alarming his accomplices. When I fought with him, I learned that he was one of the thirteen Taibao in the rivers and lakes. β
"Then, the ghost brother was injured internally, and I pounced. He was strong, he slammed my wrist on a stone and pressed it so hard, he pulled out his knife and stabbed me in the hand, I knocked him over with all my strength and threw him with my own knife, he was wounded and ran away, I couldn't kill him. β