Chong 9000 seems to be hopeless, and he was thrown far away by the card disciples in the last days, and it seems that he has to slowly increase the number of words, and accumulate steadily.

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Zhu Pingman looked at Mo Lin in surprise, the expression on his face was extremely strange, he reached out and stroked Mo Lin's head and said: "Not bad, the child is still a little chivalrous, and the education of the ink man seems to be quite effective, this is probably the only good thing that those guys who can't eat the ancients do." ”

"Don't insult the inker!" Mo Lin said awe-inspiringly, "If you say bad things about the ink man again......"

"What if I say you again?" Zhu Pingman leaned his face over and burped with a "uh".

"You! …… I! Mo Lin was smoked by the wine in Zhu Pingman's mouth and took a few steps back, and he didn't know what to do, the ink man pays attention to both love, and he can't watch him be retaliated against by the peasant family just because Zhu Pingman said a few bad words about the ink man.

"The kindness of your ink artists is really incomprehensible." Seeing Mo Lin's overwhelmed appearance, Zhu Pingman gloated, "But although your kid has a bad brain, his moral character is not bad." In you, I seem to see myself many years ago. ”

"Old man, if you don't come out again, I'll set it on fire!" The man outside screamed again. Mo Lin couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, he didn't care about arguing with Zhu Pingman anymore, he looked out the window, and sure enough, he saw a fire in the originally dark night.

"Oh no, you hide in the doorway, and when I lure him away, you can escape." Mo Lin hurriedly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and he didn't care about the ore in the cloth bag, so he only lifted the big cloth bag on the ground and opened the wooden door and ran out.

The night wind outside the house was gusting, the night on the mountain was already cold and abnormal, and Mo Lin's body was weaker than ordinary people, so as soon as he came out of the house, he was blown by the night wind, and he suddenly felt excited.

Although he felt that his body was cold to the bone, Mo Lin still cheered up and shouted: "The wolf is here!" ”

The man outside was also taken aback when he saw the door of the hut suddenly open, and when he saw a man running out of it, he shouted that the wolf was there, and he didn't see it clearly, so he ran after him.

In order to lure him away, Mo Lin put the cloth bag on his back, imitated Zhu Pingman's voice and laughed: "Haha, if you catch up, I will return it to you, if you can't catch up, don't blame me for roasting it and eating it." ”

Although Mo Lin's voice was still a little immature, and it didn't look like it at all when he imitated it, the man was concerned and confused, and shouted: "You dare! ”

Mo Lin ran wildly, but he was carrying the corpse of a wolf on his back, and his body was weak, so he ran two steps closely, and the footsteps behind him sounded, and the man had already chased after him, and snatched the cloth bag from his back with a snap of his hand.

As soon as his body was light, Mo Lin ran forward even more desperately, trying to run away before the other party found out.

Sure enough, there was an angry roar from behind, and the man shouted like thunder: "You kill my guardian beast, I will fight with you!" ”

The wind was surging, Mo Lin looked back, and saw that the man's body threw himself on the ground, and he actually fell to the ground on all fours, running like a wolf. This time, the speed was twice as fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came behind Mo Lin.

The man chased after him, kicked his legs, his body soared in mid-air, his hands reached out, and his ten fingers claws grabbed Mo Lin's head.

Mo Lin only felt that the strong wind hit his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't run fast, even in this desperate situation, he still remembered Zhu Pingman, and shouted with all his strength: "Run!" ”

Before the words fell, because of the physical exhaustion brought by nervousness and ruthless running, Mo Lin's whole body was out of strength, and he fell forward with a soft foot, saying that he was afraid that he was going to die here.

At this moment, Mo Lin only felt a tightness on his waist, as if he was being restrained by something, and then his feet left the ground and he actually rose into the air.

"What's going on, am I dead?" Mo Lin, who was almost in collapse, was dazed, with only a blurry scene moving rapidly in front of him, and he couldn't open his eyes when he wanted to.

Mo Lin was confused, and he didn't know what situation he was in, he only felt that the joints in his body were in unbearable pain due to the vigorous exercise, and his head was a little dizzy, and he fainted after a while.

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"What is this place?" Mo Lin gasped and woke up from a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was chased by the peasants, chopped off his legs and roasted them on the fire, and when he woke up, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Calming down slightly, Mo Lin looked around. It is a cave with a high roof and wide on all sides. Mo Lin was lying on a stone bed, with a stone table beside him and a lit oil lamp on it.

"Are you awake?" Zhu Pingman's voice sounded, and he walked in from outside the cave, still holding a bowl in his hand.

"Drink this bowl of medicine." Zhu Pingman handed the bowl into Mo Lin's hand and said.

Mo Lin saw that there was a black liquid in the bowl, and he didn't hesitate, he picked it up and poured it into his stomach. Although the juice is bitter, as soon as it enters the stomach, the body immediately warms up.

"How?" Zhu Pingman asked.

"Much better, thank you, old man." Mo Lin wiped the medicinal juice from his mouth and felt much more comfortable.

"Grandpa, what the hell happened just now, why am I here?" Mo Lin thought of the peasant soldier who chased and killed him, and his heart palpitated.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you slowly." Zhu Pingman sat on the stone bench next to the bed, untied the inseparable wine gourd from his waist, pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and poured a large sip of wine.

Mo Lin looked at Zhu Pingman's pleasure and couldn't help licking his lips. Zhu Pingman caught a glimpse of his actions and couldn't help laughing: "Do you drink or not?" ”

Mo Lin scratched his head embarrassedly: "I want to drink it, but this wine is a little too strong." ”

"What are you doing with the non-strong wine, do you gargle?" Zhu Pingman's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to hand the gourd to Mo Lin.

Although Mo Lin didn't agree with Zhu Pingman's statement, he still took the gourd and took a sip. This time, he tasted it slowly, and then he felt the crisp taste and rich aroma of the wine. The wine is slowly swallowed into the stomach, bringing a burst of warmth to the body.

"Just take a sip." As if he was afraid that Mo Lin would drink all the wine, Zhu Pingman snatched the gourd back, and poured another sip before saying, "My name is Zhu Pingman." ”

"Old man, you said ......," Mo Lin muttered.

"I'm afraid you won't remember!" Zhu Ping blew his beard and glared at him.

Mo Lin couldn't bear this moody old man, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Why does the old man live here, is this your home?" ”

"Well, it's my home." Zhu Pingman grunted and poured a few more sips of wine.

Mo Lin looked at Zhu Pingman in confusion, not understanding what "counted" meant.

Zhu Pingman didn't seem to intend to explain, but said: "There is the most delicious monkey wine in the world, as well as the food provided in the Mo family's wooden house, and no one disturbs it, it's really a good place." ”

Mo Lin stared at Zhu Pingman with wide eyes: "Could it be ...... Did you steal food from the Mo family's wooden house to eat? ”