Soon after Cen Song left, a group of black-clothed men surrounded the grass hut, like a long-dormant beast, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The autumn wind blew open the windows of the thatched hut and hit the little boy's face, and the high tiara of hair fluttered in the wind.

The boy sat precariously and never looked back: "Since you're here, take a sip of tea and leave?" ”

There are more than a dozen masked black-clothed people outside, you look at me, I look at you, the little boy in front of him was a little too calm, just afraid that there was fraud in it.

"You, go up and have a look." The man in black who took the lead pointed his chin at the man next to him.

The black-clothed man who was ordered swallowed his saliva, took a step forward with a bright big knife, looked left and right, and then took another step, stepping on the rustling of fallen leaves.

Just when everyone was holding their breath, the little boy in the room slowly got up, still facing away from everyone, and raised his hand slightly.

A group of people outside the house subconsciously dodged, thinking that there would be a hidden weapon attacking.

The little boy in the room just shook his cuffs, revealing his white wrists, his body bent slightly, picked up the handkerchief in the basin, twisted the water, and put it on the forehead of the person on the bed.

The man who was exploring the path of the "Boss ......" was frightened by the little boy's series of movements, sweating profusely, his face was full of pleading, and his feet were unconsciously retreating.

Who is not afraid of death?

The black-clothed boss kicked the man's ass and said sharply, "Give it to me, get him out." ”

The pathfinder man staggered a few steps forward, and his legs trembled after standing firmly: "Boss, such a little kid can be calm, there must be deception, and he must ...... Otherwise, let's go up together and tear down this broken grass house. ”

"Labor and management tell you to go, so you go quickly, grinding and chirping." The black-clothed boss stepped forward and kicked again.

The pathfinder man swallowed his saliva, rode the tiger hard, and took a step forward with a reluctant face.

I saw that the little boy in the room picked up the wet handkerchief on the forehead of the man on the bed, and fell heavily into the basin, splashing everywhere, but there was no sound.

Such a strange scene frightened the pathfinder man to retreat again and again, and simply ran back to the crowd in black: "Old ...... Boss, there is a master guarding inside, and he can't enter, and besides, Cen Song's old thief is scheming, if we venture in, we will only go and have no return. ”

The black-clothed boss squinted his eyes, looked at the back of the little boy, and after a long silence, he made a gesture: "Withdraw!" ”

A group of men in black answered, flying towards the forest behind.

Chu Junhan glanced back, feeling that there was no one around, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and raised his eyebrows slightly: This empty city plan is really easy to use.

She just consumed all her internal strength to throw a handkerchief, just wanted to gamble, but she didn't expect to really block her right.

When Cen Song returned in the evening, the courtyard was in shambles, like a wind and clouds, scattered with a lot of thatch on the roof.

"It's not good, Mo'er and Yan'er ......" the old man secretly screamed, not caring about the medicinal materials in his hand, and the wrinkled old hand pushed open the fence.

When he rushed to the courtyard, looking at the window that had been broken by internal forces, and the villain inside was safe and sound, his hanging heart finally let go.

"Teacher?" Chu Junhan was overjoyed, took the medicinal materials in Cen Song's hand and fiddled with them: "Teacher, have you found a way to save yourself?" ”

"Boil these medicinal herbs with eight bowls of water, boil them into half a bowl and give them to Mo'er, and the poison will be able to go to three points."

"Seven points left? How to solve it? Chu Junhan's face was full of worry, and there were as many as seven of them, in case of poison......

Cen Song sighed, and his eyes became cloudy: "There are still seven points...... Didn't the old man already apply the needle in the morning? ”。

Belch...... Chu Junhan was embarrassed, he couldn't imagine that you were such a saint!