Song Yan looked at the man and slowly stepped back.

There was a sudden "rustling" sound under her feet, and when Song Yan lowered her head, she saw that her foot had stepped on a stone.

And when the man in front of him heard the footsteps behind him, he also glanced back at her, and when he saw her standing there honestly, he turned back and continued to look in the direction of Zhao Xiaoli, and yelled at those people: "You fools, won't you outflank her way." ”

Song Yan squatted down at this time, put her hand on her upper, and patted the dust on the upper.

When Song Yan squatted down, the man looked back at her again, saw that she was tying her shoes, retracted his gaze with satisfaction, and said with his hands on his waist and his back to Song Yan: "Look, she will look good when she comes back, if you are not honest, I will also give you to those men, Lao Tzu can tell you, those men are not as gentle as Lao Tzu, and they can make you call until dawn when they work, and of course, Lao Tzu can also make you call until dawn." ”

Song Yan's eyes fell on the sharp stone at her heel, and the hand that was originally placed on the shoe board slowly moved back, and after touching the stone, she quickly held it in her hand.

Then he stood up, stared coldly at the man's back, lifted his right foot, and walked forward gently.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoli was surrounded by that group of men, she grabbed the mud in the ridge like a madman, and threw it at those men.

He shouted, "Don't come, don't come, or I'll die for you." ”

Now is the best time, Song Yan suddenly raised the stone in her hand and threw it at the man in front of her, but at this moment, the scar-faced man also turned around.

And Song Yan's raised hand was too late to take it back, so when she saw the scar-faced man turn around, she smashed the man's head quickly and ruthlessly, and the scar-faced man immediately covered his head and glared at Song Yan in shock.

Song Yan didn't give him room to buffer, and when the stone in her hand hit the man, she raised her foot again and kicked the man's crotch hard.

This part is the fatal part of the man, so Song Yan kicked him several times in one breath.

The scarred man in pain covered his crotch and his head, and he didn't have the hands to grab Song Yan at all.

The group of men who were arresting Zhao Xiaoli didn't have time to take care of her at all.

At the moment when the scar man fell, Song Yan ran in the direction of the mountain without looking back.

The moon hung high in the sky, and shimmered with light.

Song Yan took advantage of the moonlight to check the road ahead.

From behind him, the scar man roared, "You trash, don't chase that woman yet." ”

When Song Yan turned around, she found that she had run far away.

There was a path into the mountain in front of her, and Song Yan jumped over the pit in front of her and followed the road in front of her into the mountain.

She pushed aside the tall reeds, stepped over the vine and rattan shrubs, and silently recited Ye Jue's name in her mouth.

If not, she doesn't know how long she can last.

She kept running, kept running.

She had fallen many times and had multiple scratches on her body, but she couldn't feel the pain when she ran.

She just felt so tired and hungry, as if she was dying!

The mountains in front of her were towering and there was no end in sight, and the roads were full of graveyards, so she didn't even have a chance to be afraid.

And just as she was cornering, a figure suddenly jumped out and lifted her petite body.

Song Yan suddenly exclaimed: "Ah......"