Under the camphor tree, Chen Wei quietly wrinkled her eyebrows at Wang Lu and glared.

On the camphor tree, the man with the long knife breathed a sigh of relief.

God willing, you don't have to fight to the death with the hairy-faced killer below.

The man with the long knife said to Wang Lu, cut off his right hand and let him go.

One, one, word, all, no, phase, letter!

Whoever believes is a bastard!

The man with the long knife was willing to bet anyone for a dollar that he was really going to cut off his hand and jump off the tree, and he was greeted by a shiny fire axe with a hairy face.

However, Maomao's words show that he cares about the little boy in the tree, his son.

With taboos, it's easy to do.

Although it is still nine deaths, there is more or less room for bargaining.

The man with the long knife immediately pretended to be pitiful: "Big brother, big brother, I should die, I should die, I shouldn't have taken a fancy to the crossbow in the little brother's hand and wanted to grab it." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself a few times.

It's really good, and the crisp slap sound can even be heard clearly by Xie Ling, who is in the back.

Wang Lu sneered in his belly, pretending, continuing to pretend, not only took a fancy to the crossbow, but also wanted to kill people.

Otherwise, Wang Bian threw away the crossbow, and you still chased after him.

But his mouth still said coldly: "Chop off your hands, get out!" ”

The man with the long knife cried with a sad face: "Big brother, old master (local honorific title, not necessarily really 'old'), please, just let me go as a fart." This is handsless, how can you live in this world. Isn't that the same as killing me with your own hands? ”

"Master, look at it, my leg and stomach were shot by your son, and my head was also bloody, and my son didn't move a finger. Please let me go, master, without my hands, I will die. ”

"Damn, shame on your face." Wang Lu scolded angrily: "No matter how verbose you are, even your left hand has been cut off." ”

The man with the long knife was more and more happy in his heart - Mao Mao didn't let go of his little thoughts at all, he was just looking for an opportunity to ensure his son's safety.

That's -- that's great!

As long as Mao Maomian cares about his son, then he has a weakness.

Gotta find a way to catch that little red guy!

Only by using him as a bargaining chip can you get rid of your life!

The man with the long knife became more and more humble on his face: "Master, if you want to relieve your anger, cut off my left hand, so you can leave the right hand that can only be used for me." ”

Wang Lu seemed to hesitate, and after a while, he said: "It's really his M's verbosity, his left hand is his left hand, and he slashed it with the knife in his hand and threw it down!" ”

The man with the long knife cried and mourned, raised the long knife in his hand, compared his left hand, and quietly, under the cover of the lush branches, moved towards the trunk of the tree that Wang Bian was holding: "Master, my knife is not suitable for chopping hands, why don't you borrow your woodcutter for use?" ”

Wang Lu quacked and laughed: ", you little B3, be stupid, Lao Tzu ......"

Wang Lu's voice slammed, and he kept staring at the man with the long knife - the eyes of the burning shirt behind him shrank - the shirt burned for a while, the fire became smaller and smaller, and a gust of wind blew, and the flames trembled.

Now is the time!

Wang Bian rushed over and shouted: "Wang Bian! Jump! ”

When it was too late, the lit shirt was blown out by the wind.

It was so bright and dark, everyone present couldn't get used to it at once, and their eyes saw that it was all pitch black.

The man with the long knife suddenly woke up, he was acting to deceive Mao Maomi, Mao Maomian hadn't been fooling himself all the time, although he had already thought of this, but he always thought that the real contest would only happen when he took the little red guy down the tree.

The previous intimidation and begging for mercy were just two people trying each other's hole cards.

What the man with the long knife never expected was that the trump card of the hairy face was not his own force, cruelty or cunning.

Rather, a shirt that is burning.

The light ignited by the shirt will eventually disappear, and Wang Lu pretends to be a ghost, waiting for this moment!

The man with the long knife figured everything out between the lightning and flint.

He screamed wildly, raised the long knife in his right hand, threw it in the direction where Wang Lu was standing in his impression, threw his body backwards, reached out with his left hand, and grabbed Wang Bi'an!

This is the best chance to survive!

However, it was already too late, just when Wang Lu shouted the word "jump", there was an uproar, and then, the camphor branch that Wang Bian hugged was trembling, and Wang Bian had already jumped down in response. ,

In the darkness, several voices were heard.

Bang, dang, ah, ah, ah, and a muffled grunt of teeth.

After a while, Wang Lu's voice sounded in a low voice: "Wang Bi'an, light the lighter." Wang Lu knew that Wang Bi'an must have brought a lighter, or else he would have set his shirt on fire.

Sure enough, after the sound of small fumbling.

With a click, a small flame erupted.

Wang Lu did not hesitate at all, took off the only fabric on his body, shorts, and used a lighter to set it on fire.

Under the camphor tree, the light is released again.

Wang Lu took advantage of the firelight and glanced at it quickly.

Xie Ling, standing on the outermost side, holding a crossbow in her hand, on the crossbow, but there were no arrows.

Chen Wei sat on the ground where she had been, with her right hand, covering her shoulder, a wisp of blood flowed out from under her palm, and next to her feet, a long knife was lying.

The man with a long knife was lying under a tree less than a meter from him, with an arrow stuck under his ribs. He was trembling slightly, and with each tremble, a stream of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth.

The scene in front of him automatically reorganized in Wang Lu's mind the thrilling moment of life and death in the darkness just now-

The man with the long knife fought desperately and threw the knife at himself, and Xie Ling, who had already quietly aimed at it with a crossbow, immediately shot an arrow.

The sound of "bang" is the sound of the crossbow being fired.

Chen Wei saw the long knife man throwing a knife at Wang Lu, and immediately pounced on him, wanting to push himself away, but unexpectedly, Wang Lu had already rushed up and pushed into the air, but was accidentally injured by the knife thrown by the long knife man.

The first "ah" was Chen Wei's exclamation from the knife.

The man with the long knife almost threw the knife at the same time as he was shot in the ribs by Xie Ling's crossbow and fell heavily from the camphor tree.

The second "ah" is the scream of the man with the long knife.

The third "Ahh

Wang Lu looked down and saw that it was Wang Bi'an who was lying in his arms.

After listening to his own "jump", the little guy jumped from the camphor tree more than 4 meters high and bravely to the dark ground without hesitation.

Although he was brave, he was so frightened that he screamed "ah".

The last muffled snort was himself, when he caught Wang Bi'an, this kid's ass was good, it hit his nose, it was sore and painful, and he couldn't help but snort.

Everything on the scene is under control.

Wang Lu let go of Wang Bi'an, who was in his arms, and was just about to walk towards Chen Wei.

Chen Wei had already trotted over, opened her arms, and hugged Wang Bi'an, despite the fact that her shoulders were still bleeding.

The mother and son hugged each other and began to cry.

The underwear was not big, and the firelight was getting weaker and weaker, Wang Lu hurriedly took advantage of the firelight to take a look at the wound on Chen Wei's shoulder, but fortunately, it only scratched a little flesh.

However, at this time, it is not a good opportunity to hug your wife and children to create warmth.