The rabbit rose and fell, all this happened only between lightning and flint, and when Han Feng really came back to his senses, he found that everyone around him was staring at "Brother Kun" with horror on their faces. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Let's go!" Wan Rou hurriedly grabbed Han Feng and rushed towards the crowd opposite. The head of the green python also retracted at this time, and followed closely with "Brother Kun", stumbling and running slightly awkwardly.

Han Feng was the first to open the way, and naturally no one could stop them. The three "people" went on a rampage all the way, and when they ran to a place with few people, the green python jumped violently and actually got out of the neck cavity of "Brother Kun". Its body was like lightning, and it suddenly burrowed into the hole under the wall, and before Han Feng could stretch out his hand, it had already fled.

And at the moment when the green python disappeared, Wansoft snorted, her eyes were empty, and the whole person took two steps forward and fell to the ground softly. With Wanrou lying beside him, Han Feng naturally had no time to care about where the green python went. He hugged Wanrou, who was unconscious, and was relieved to see that her complexion was as usual.

No matter how fast he was, he couldn't track the python's whereabouts in the intricate brick cracks and tree holes, and it was obvious that with the departure of the python, the thread that controlled Wanrou in the dark was finally torn off, and Wanrou's appearance returned to normal, but I don't know when she will wake up.

However, at this juncture, the Daiqing clan has great courage, and they dare not be ruthless to the people around him.

And what he really cared about was the little man who disappeared suddenly. Although his body style was completely different, he didn't know why, but at that moment he suddenly remembered Zhuo Xiaoting. With that kind of body and that kind of technique, that little man is definitely a thief, and unsurprisingly a thief.

Zhuo Xiaoting's technique is superb, and it is obvious that this little man's technique is only higher than her. Looking at the many cloaks scattered on the ground, Han Feng was not surprised that thieves would follow him, but there were also dragons and crouching tigers hidden in this southwest border, which made him more and more cautious.

He carried Wanrou back to the inn, only to see her left hand held tightly. She held it so hard that with Han Feng's strength, it took a lot of effort to break her hand away. The palms of his hands were bright red and stained with blood. Han Feng's face changed slightly, he was afraid that the so-called Daiqing priest would still be cruel to Wanrou when he left, but when he wiped off the blood little by little with a wet handkerchief, he saw that two words were engraved on Wanrou's palm.

Leave the girl.

Although he knew that this injury was not fatal and that the wound would heal in a few days, looking at Wanrou's slightly frowning brow, Han Feng still felt that his temples were jumping, and his heart was full of anger. Whether these two words were the name of the priest or not, but if he carved them on the gentle flesh at will, one day, he would make her taste this pain doubly.

Wanrou only woke up in the middle of the night, as Han Feng thought, she only remembered the first day she entered the Cangwu Forest, how to release the insect eggs after that, and how she arrived in the Elephant City, she didn't remember anything at all. Listening to Han Feng say lightly what she did after being "possessed", Wan's gentle little face turned pale with fright. She was stunned for a long time before she said, "I thought I was dreaming, and someone asked me if I wanted to be pretty." I seemed to say yes, and then I didn't know anything. ”

Seeing that Wanrou was so frightened that she almost lost her soul, Han Feng couldn't help but think of what she looked like before. At that time, she was indeed much more beautiful, but under that beautiful appearance, there was a terrifying viciousness. He smiled gently, his hand slightly caressed Wan's slightly yellowish cheek, and said, "But then it's not you." I just like you, what are you worried about?"

No matter how humble the inn was, it was much more comfortable than a makeshift treehouse in the woods, and after washing, the two of them could finally have a good rest. However, the two had just fallen asleep hugging each other, and when they were still about to fall asleep, Han Feng suddenly heard a soft sound from the pane.

The sound was very light, very much like a slightly louder wind blowing, but Han Feng had lived with thieves like Zhuo Xiaoting since he was a child, and at the beginning of the thief's practice, he must practice with the closest people, so Han Feng understood and understood the thieves' methods.

This knowledge has benefited him a lot in his solitary days, and today he was stolen to the door again, which made him helpless and a little impatient. After Wanrou's injury, he was already in a bad mood, and at this time he just wanted to use the thief as a punching bag, but as soon as he sat up on the bed and held the purple gold sword, he heard the pane sound twice more, and then, there was a soft "snap" in the room.

The thief has entered the house!

Han Feng's body froze suddenly: the skills of the person who came were so sharp. Listening to the sound of him landing on the ground as light as a catkins, and walking more quietly like an old cat sneaking, Han Feng immediately remembered the little man he had seen before.

Is this man eyeing himself to be rich or something? When he came back from outside, he checked everything to make sure nothing important was missing, and he was sure that there was nothing on him that was worth keeping an eye on a thief.

Wanrou slept soundly, her breathing was long and steady, and she had a smile on her face, as if she was dreaming a beautiful dream. Han Feng couldn't bear to disturb her dreams, so he slowly moved to the side of the bed with all his strength, and the purple gold sword in his right hand was always facing the outside of the tent.

The thief didn't approach the bed tent, but just glanced back once or twice, and saw that there was no movement in the darkness in the tent, so his hands and feet quickly flooded the luggage of Han Feng and Wanrou. The money bag containing silver taels and copper coins was carefully lifted aside by him, but he was not in a hurry to put it into his arms. Han Feng sat on the bed and watched coldly, a little curious: since it wasn't for money, what was this person for?

If you talk about things that are valuable...... Han Feng smiled indifferently, the most valuable things on his body were two swords, an inner armor, and the white jade pendant with Bai Tong. But these things, except for the purple gold sword, have always been hidden close to their bodies, how can they attract the attention of thieves.

Of course, if you talk about priceless treasures, there is another one, which is Jiuzhuo.

However, Jiuzhuo understands human nature, even if this thief's kung fu is more than ten times stronger, it is a dream to want Jiuzhuo to follow him obediently. So, what else is he looking for?

The thief's movement was small, but his breathing became heavier and heavier, as if to indicate that his mind was becoming more and more chaotic. His movements have also become a lot more chaotic, and he has brought out many small actions in addition to rummaging through boxes and cabinets: such as scratching his armpits and scratching his nose from time to time, like an unbearable itch, and like slapping insects.

Han Feng had never thought that a seemingly "professional" thief would make so many unreliable moves, and if he remembered it well, these superfluous actions were extremely taboo for a thief. At first, the thief was still mainly turning things, scratching his ears and cheeks, but within a moment his hands were grasping his whole body uncontrollably, and he even forgot that it was his duty to find things.

At this moment, Han Feng finally couldn't sit still anymore. He lifted the curtain on the bed, walked over to the thief, and with almost no effort, put the purple gold sword on his neck: "Can you stop for a while?"

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