Although she had indeed heard of it, Feng Ayan had seen it for the first time with her own eyes, and there were really people who would scare themselves into stomach aches because they were nervous.

Ah, that's a bit tricky.

She grabbed Zhao Hanjing's wrist and went to diagnose his pulse with a mentality of "if you don't live long, just give him a good time"; This pulse is like his person, thin and soft, and there is a void in the stagnation: "How long have you had this stomach pain, haven't you usually eaten well, what have you eaten today?" It's strange, looking at the appearance that you have some family resources, you can feed soybeans to the donkey, and you can't eat by yourself, right? ”

"Almost...... It's been almost a year. Zhao Hanjing's face was pale, his eyes were half-squinted, his other hand pressed into his upper abdomen, gritted his teeth and replied vaguely, "When I came out this morning, I ate a bowl of wontons at the rice stall...... Then there's the bowl of medicinal soup you cooked...... It's not like it hurts all the time, maybe, maybe when it rains in the morning, you get a little cold? ”

Feng Ayan resisted the urge to scold her mother: "Yes, for a day, you only drank two bowls of water?" Just the bad posture of your old cow pulling the broken car, you didn't wait to cure me, you broke up the shelf yourself, right? ”

"Is it because I only want to drink two bowls of water, isn't it because of ......" Zhao Hanjing complained sadly and angrily, but he was cowardly as he spoke. Perhaps it was a matter of emotion, his stomach twitched more and more, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his head, and the corners of his eyes were uncontrollably watery.

"Okay, okay, my fault is my fault, you lie down first." Feng Ayan stuffed his arm back into the quilt, crossed his waist, pulled his shoes that had not yet dried, and turned around the room twice with a little irritability; It stands to reason that acupuncture is the fastest now, but she can't find moxa not to say, this little lang Zhongke is also a little scared, as soon as he sees the needle, he is estimated to be scared again, so he can only cook some hot things for him to eat first, and see how it is, "So that's what you eat in your luggage?" ”

She never thought that Xiao Langzhong was so cowardly, all because she was too fierce.

Zhao Hanjing's stomach was uncomfortable, and he was tossed for another day, holding his breath in his heart, holding the pillow and accusing her of being unreasonable, he shouted angrily: "I only brought enough food for myself, how do I know that I will pick up a big live person on the way back!" If you bring less, you will murder me, and if you bring more, you will suspect that I have no good intentions, you might as well strangle me directly, it's a hundred! ”

"......" Feng Ayan was speechless, and a little weak-hearted, so she had to cough twice in embarrassment, sat the kettle on the tea stove, squatted down and checked the pile of salted fish, preserved fish, and air-dried fish in the basket, and suddenly felt deep despair.

Why did she have to get along with these dried fish?

Standing up suddenly, the woman strode towards Zhao Hanjing. The latter lay weakly in the quilt, watching Feng Ayan come over and grab the collar of his back coat, thinking that she was annoyed and angry and wanted to give him a "one hundred", and her legs and stomach began to turn tendons. But before he could say the words of begging for mercy, he saw that she rubbed the back of his neck and said, "I'll go out and get some food, I'll come back before the water boils, you can lie down in the house, and you can sleep again." ”

Zhao Langzhong was a little flustered.

Since someone is intercepting and killing Feng Ayan, and a guy like her has been hit, it means that Jingnanshan is not safe now. Although it hurt this woman to beat him, this black light was really going to be thrown into the hut by a person, and maybe at any time a masked gangster would break in and kill him with a knife.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Hanjing began to chill again. He couldn't help but tug at her sleeve, completely unaware that his voice was shaking: "Where are you going to get food in this barren mountain and wilderness?" ”

Feng Ayan laughed out with a mouthful of Sensen's white teeth: "If I can't get it, I'll kill you, although there are not a few taels of meat, I can stuff my teeth anyway." ”

He was embarrassed to say that he was afraid of staying here alone, so he had to loosen her sleeve stupidly: "Then, you have to come back, come back early!" ”

Her robe was torn and she couldn't wear it, Feng Ayan flipped through Zhao Hanjing's luggage again, and turned out a dark gown, so she put it on herself, and pulled the leather belt into her waist to kill. She was a cut shorter than Zhao Hanjing, and the hem of her clothes was so straight that it dragged to the ground, and Feng Ayan originally wanted to pull out a knife to cut off the excess material; However, when she thought that this was the clothes of the man on the kang, she was afraid that he would think crankily again, so she had to drag all the clothes on the front and back of the placket to the leather belt, and regardless of the collar, she collapsed to both sides, scooped up the long knife, uncovered the tarpaulin at the door, and walked out with her feet raised.

Her actions were quite fast, and it only took a few words before and after. Zhao Hanjing lay on the side, watching her go out neatly, not even doing a look, and leaving when she said in her heart, I was not afraid, I turned over with a snort, and lay down with my face against the wall. Zhao Langzhong lay down for a while, the sky outside was completely dark, there was no moonlight, and the wind carried cold air through the surrounding woods, through the old branches whose leaves had fallen half of them, and blew out an endless scream.

He listened to the whining of the banshee outside, and he couldn't lie down a little, and by a trace of moonlight shining through the cracks in the dark clouds, he got up and groped his way to the thatched house to put some water, but he didn't fall down. As a result, as soon as he came back and lay down, he began to flip and pancake again. At this time, the copper kettle began to clatter, and the clanging sounded more and more disturbing to him.

Why hasn't the water been boiled yet.

At this moment, a black shadow hurriedly entered the room, and a cold hand covered Xiao Langzhong's exclamation back into his throat: "Shh, don't make a sound, do me a favor." ”

This voice, is it Feng Ayan?

Before Zhao Hanjing could react, Feng Ayan kicked the wooden lattice window sash that was cemented with oiled paper after opening the kang, ripped off her head and threw it out of the window, and then quietly jumped onto the beam. Four or five men, dressed in black, rushed into the hut with open fire, but they did not see the target, only to see the window behind the kang open, and the wind whistling into it; On the kang lay a thin young man, dressed only in a thin middle coat, sitting up with his hands propped up, looking at them with a frightened expression.

The man in the lead nodded at the window, and immediately two men went out with torches and went around the back of the house to check. The little leader saw the tattered robes piled on the ground beside him, and saw another set of covers on the kang, strode over, grabbed the young man's hair, forced him to kneel and raise his head, and put a short sword against the thin neck: "Where did he go, do you know him?" ”

"I don't know!" Poor Zhao Langzhong was frightened, his scalp hurt again, he instinctively went to break the other party's hand with a knife, but he couldn't shake it like cast iron, and even his fingers were cut open, "I don't know anything, I don't know!" ”

The short knife pressed into his flesh, and a thin line of blood immediately flowed down: "Don't tell the truth, Lao Tzu will set fire to your broken house and burn you alive in it." ”

What he didn't notice was that Zhao Hanjing secretly let go of the scratched hand, dipped it in the blood flowing from his finger, and was about to scratch the wall - when it was too late, a silent shadow jumped down from the beam, directly broke the neck bone of a man in black, cut off the head of another gangster with a knife, and then kicked the two torches out of the house before they could land. Zhao Langzhong saw a warm liquid spurting out of the broken stubble, his fingers stiffened, and he closed his eyes reflexively, and the strange red trajectory on the wall came to an abrupt end, and a long stroke was slashed crookedly at the end, destroying the entire structure.

The little leader heard the sound behind him, abandoned the coward in his hand, turned around and swung his sword to face Feng Ayan, but he didn't watch out for the coward who suddenly plucked up his courage, and smashed a pillow on his back, the little leader's body deviated, and the long knife passed through his heart.

And she caught the torch that fell from the little leader's hand steadily.

At this moment, the water in the copper kettle boiled, and the lid crackled with steam.

The rust-smelling liquid sprayed Zhao Hanjing's body, he resisted the beating of his heartbeat like a drum, his hands were dipped in that thing, and he took advantage of the situation to help down the wall, and a bloody palm print completely covered the traces he had drawn before.

In this case, Feng Ayan won't find out, right?

"We picked up his head, he probably escaped through the window, there was a small waterfall behind the house, but we couldn't find anything else—ah—" The cold light flashed suddenly, and a tender-faced "hunter" saw his companion's head fall from the neck, and before he could raise his knife, he was knocked unconscious by the handle of the "prey".

Feng Ayan threw the torch outside the house, and the stagnant water on the ground immediately extinguished the flames. She pulled a hemp rope, tied the "tongue" firmly and hung it on the beam, turned it out and lit the oil lamp, only to find that Xiao Zhao Langzhong was on the kang, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body was spasming.

Gotcha, trouble.

The counter-killing is cool for a while, and the aftermath is crematorium. The surnamed Feng mixed warm water and yelled at Zhao Langzhong to wipe his face, wash his hair, change his clothes and wrap his wounds, and sighed that this is the real good people, just like a little lamb. Zhao Hanjing may be really scared and a little stupid, and he doesn't struggle indiscriminately, and is at her mercy; Feng Ayan is a person with a lot of strength, and it is not a problem to carry this little lamb around - the only fly in the ointment is that she is usually anti-people and anti-sacks, and she is a little at a loss when she encounters such a person who can't be heavy-handed.

The blood-stained bedding was removed, and another set of bedding was moved to Zhao Hanjing. With a dry hand towel wrapped in his dripping hair, he sat against the wall, holding an empty bowl in his hand—the bowl was originally filled with hot water with a spoonful of brown sugar, and Feng Ayan coaxed him to drink it; She had scraped off all the blood-soaked dirt from the walls and floors, shoveled it all into the pit, and was pulling a piece of oilcloth to nail the windows, and if she had gouged out the four corpses outside the door and a living person hanging from the beams, it would be a strange harmony.

After completing the work as quickly as possible, Feng Ayan jumped on the beam of the house and touched something, carried the two feet of the thing, and showed it to the little lamb: "Look, can you still eat?" ”

Zhao Hanjing saw the fat grass rabbit, and his pupils, which were originally a little sluggish, lit up, and nodded desperately.

It's good, and she still has the heart to eat meat, which is much stronger than when she first saw blood. With inexplicable relief, she touched and touched around, and finally turned out a casserole that could be used. So he grabbed a few handfuls of rice from the rice pot, washed it, added water to cook porridge, and then took the rabbit outside the house to peel and wash it, took it back, chopped it into small pieces, and threw it into the porridge pot.

"That...... I brought a bag of shiitake mushrooms, and I was afraid of the resurgence, so I wrapped them in a tarpaulin with the dim sum. Xiao Langzhong swallowed his saliva and cautiously reminded, "Do you want to boil it too?" ”

"Yes, you can." Feng Ayan took out the bag of dried mushrooms from the goodness, broke a few and washed them and threw them into the porridge pot; The pillow in Xiao Zhao Langzhong helped her a lot, as long as he didn't suddenly think of something in his head, she was happy to give him a few more sweet dates, "I'm very bad at cooking, but it must be cooked, you can make do with it today." ”

When you're full, there's still business to do.