Boom!

The water splashed and the mud scattered in all directions, and Seventeen fell to the ground and flew out seven or eight meters away from the ground.

He only felt a hot pain in his back, buttocks, and legs, and it felt like he was rolling a nail board, like walking a volcano. Seventeen bit his lip and didn't scream.

Jokes, the beauty is in her arms, and now if she cries her father and calls her mother, her image will be ruined.

But...... It's true...... It hurts!

Seventeen couldn't hold it anymore, tilted his head, and fainted.

Fondami rolled down, and she was held by Seventeen, but she was not injured, but only splashed with mud.

She was frightened for a moment, and saw Seventeen fainting to the side, her clothes were already in tatters, and she could vaguely see blood flowing out of the skin and flesh.

Fang Damei suddenly became anxious, and tears couldn't stop falling: "Seventeen, you don't have anything to do, what should I do if you die?" Hey, you're awake......"

She calmed down and remembered that she had studied first aid when she was studying in England.

Fondami hurriedly flattened Seventeen's body, untied his neckline, broke his mouth, took a deep breath, and gave him artificial respiration......

Seventeen woke up in a daze, he felt very tired and didn't want to open his eyes yet.

Fang Damei's heart is like a little rabbit, jumping non-stop, but fortunately, there is a lot of muddy water on her face, and she can't tell if she is red.

Fang Damei glanced at Seventeen secretly, the guy was still sitting on the ground rubbing his face, could it be that his slap was really so heavy?

Seventeen held the ground with one hand and tried to stand up, but his feet slipped and he fell into the mud.

Fang Damei moved over again, muttering, "Are you alright?" ”

"It's okay! I'm just a little soft-footed. Seventeen smiled, intentionally or unintentionally, he dodged the hand that Fang Damei wanted to help over. I was just slapped in the face, do you still want to be beaten now?

"I'm sorry!" Fondame's voice was like a mosquito humming.

Seventeen scratched his head in embarrassment: "Don't mind, it should be that I'm sorry for you!" ”

The pursuer, dressed in a gray jacket and black slacks, walked slowly from the shore. His luck was good, and during the road chase just now, he drove the car to the end, just avoiding the doom of a series of crashes.

He seemed to have a habit of cleanliness, and he walked carefully with every step, stepping on the dry earth, and his polished black leather shoes had not been splashed with muddy water until now.

Seventeen took a deep breath and stood in front of Fang Damei. Now that the pursuers have already come after them, today's matter cannot be good.

"I'll do it, you run!" Seventeen whispered.

With a few words, Seventeen quickly rushed towards the pursuer, blowing to the pursuer's side like a gust of wind, and flew up and kicked at the pursuer.

The pursuer smiled slightly, grabbed a thick broken branch bento and smashed it into Seventeen's head.

If it is smashed this time, it will be a concussion, to say the least.

Seventeen moved quickly under his feet, desperately tilting his head, and the broken branch finally didn't hit his head, but it hit him the shoulder, which also made him paralyzed for a while.

Seventeen took two steps back and looked coldly at his pursuers.

He squinted his eyes and glanced back, and Fang Damei's stupid girl was still standing there watching them fight, with no intention of running away.

"Long hair and short knowledge, don't you see that Lao Tzu can't beat that guy at all? If you don't go, you can't go, you can't walk if you want to go for a while, what a mountain cannon woman! Seventeen scolded indignantly in his heart.

Scolding and scolding, the fight has to be fought.

The pursuer spread his hands: "I'm not going to hurt you. ”

Seventeen gritted his teeth and looked at the pursuer: "Bah! ”

The Seventeenth Congress scolded. The figure rubbed and pounced on the pursuer again.

This time he learned wisely, spreading his speed, constantly changing his position, and attacking his pursuers from different angles.

Punches, feet, elbows, shoulders, knees, and even the head are all weapons of the Seventeen Attack.

However, he didn't hit once.

Because as soon as he attacked his side, he was thrown to the ground.

Seventeen groaned, and when he fell, he saw the muddy water on his body, and blood splattered out. The pursuer's immovable figure took a step back.

That guy really has a habit of cleanliness, and I'm shameless.

Seventeen lay on the ground, grabbed a handful of mud and threw it over, this was no longer a fight, but a trick that children disdain to use in a fight.

But there was only one trick that still worked, and the pursuer frowned, jumped out of the way, and dodged the mud.

Seventeen saw that this was effective, and suddenly came to the spirit, anyway, it was mud, the mud was inexhaustible, and it was a lump at hand. Seventeen's hands clawed at the ground, and clumps of rancid mud flew toward their pursuers.

The pursuer dodged repeatedly, but he couldn't dodge the mud, and his pale gray jacket finally splashed with muddy water. The pursuer was obviously really angry, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, he had a habit of cleanliness since he was a child, and no one had dared to do this to him all these years.

The young man in front of him just didn't want to die or be ashamed at all, and he used this trick to entangle him, but he was helpless.

"I want you dead!"

The pursuer roared.

Fang Damei saw the doorway, grabbed a piece of mud and threw it out, not to mention, this little girl threw it much more accurately than seventeen. The pursuer didn't pay attention to her at all, just chased Seventeen, and was thrown directly into his mouth by this stinky, wet mud.

The pursuer felt sick and threw up as he squatted on the spot.

Don't miss the opportunity. If you don't run now, when will you wait?

Seventeen endured the pain and grabbed Fangda's muddy little hands, and ran quickly up the slope.

At this time, a truck drove past the scrap truck that had crashed in a series of cars, and the driver was startled when he saw the two mud-covered people standing in the middle of the road, and actually stepped on the brakes suddenly.

Seventeen jumped into the back compartment with Fang Damei in his arms, put her down, poked his head out and shouted at the driver: "Hurry up, where are you going, give you money!" ”

The driver replied with a sad face, I don't know if I met a bandit who robbed the road, seeing that this man and woman don't look like serious people, they want to run but don't dare to run, so they have to start the car and continue to drive.

After walking for about half an hour, the truck came to a suburban county. Seventeen took a hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the front window, and pulled Fang Damei out of the car.

"I'll go buy two clothes, and I'll come back here for you later." On the side of the road, a public toilet had just opened, and Seventeen stuffed Fang Damei into the women's toilet without saying anything.

After a while, Seventeen ran back with two sets of clean clothes, and he pulled Fang Damei everywhere to find a place to clean up.

Fortunately, there is a "friend's hotel" across the road, which doesn't seem to be a big hotel, but the line on it attracts Seventeen's eye.

"There's a shower inside!"

God, Lao Tzu is just looking for a place to take a shower and change clothes......

Seventeen hurriedly dragged Fontame across the road, and before he could open his mouth as he could enter the hotel, a shiny one-dollar coin fell on the ground in front of him.

The shopkeeper clasped his nostrils: "Take it, don't get in the way of my business!" ”

Seventeen didn't pay attention to him, and the price list on the wall read: 50 yuan a day for a single room.

"Give me two private rooms!" Seventeen took out 100 pieces and threw them to the boss.

The boss was stunned for a moment, hey, fresh, the beggars have come to open the house.

"Hurry up!" Seventeen was stinky, he didn't care, but Fang Damei was a girl, and she must have died of shame.

The boss looked at the fierce seventeen, and his momentum couldn't help but soften, and he said: "There is still a single room left in the shop, it's only nine o'clock, the guests may not have gotten up yet, and no one has checked out......"

"One is just one!" Fondamee said softly.

Taking the key from the boss's hand, Seventeen and Fang Damei went up to the second floor. This small hotel is still clean, and there is really a shower in the bathroom, and to Seventeen's surprise, there is still hot water!

Seventeen stretched comfortably, took a bath towel and wiped his hair, and walked out.

Fang Damei had already cleaned up, and sat by the window and looked out blankly.

Hearing Seventeen's voice, Fang Damei turned her head and smiled at Seventeen, she was indeed beautiful, and this smile made Seventeen forget the depression of the night.

Fang Damei walked in front of Seventeen, looked at his exposed wounds, and now showed his fleshy wrists, his heart was moved, and he whispered, "Thank you." ”

Seventeen Qiang resisted the impulse: "It's okay, these small injuries don't hurt at all!" But he lamented in his heart: "You try, it's strange if it doesn't hurt!" ”

Fang Damei smiled indifferently, with an indescribable determination on her face: "This time thanks to you." She exhaled like an orchid and spoke softly.

As she spoke, she pulled a few bottles and cans out of her pocket. Seventeen take a closer look, it is Yunnan Baiyao, red potion and the like.

"Just now when you were still in the shower, I went down to buy some from the boss," she said as she took Seventeen's hand and rubbed him with medicine, "Fortunately, there is finally medicine here......"