Ordinary people are held around the neck by someone else's long sword, and most of them will panic or even faint. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Han Feng didn't treat this thief as an ordinary person, but he was still given a few "surprises" by the other party.

The thief was thin and small, and under the sword of the purple gold sword, like a loach in a mud pond, he turned his head extremely nimbly, turned over, and escaped from the sword circle of the purple gold sword.

Although he didn't use all his strength, the fact that the other party could easily escape still made Han Feng a little competitive. After saying goodbye to Zhan Fan, he hadn't met anyone who could really make a few moves with him for a long time, and now looking at this little thief, his eyes suddenly lit up.

No matter how fast the other party's body is, it can't be faster than him. Han Feng deliberately forced him to use real kung fu, so his subordinates collected a few points, and the second sword stabbed out, which was one point faster than the sword just now, but it was not easy to dodge.

The thief squeezed his eyebrows and "tsk" a few times, said "the sword is good", curled up on the ground, and dodged the sword in embarrassment. When he got up again, he was covered in dust, and his black night coat had almost changed color.

It was obvious that the other party was hiding ugly, but Han Feng's face became ugly. With this person's ability, he will definitely not come to this point if he wants to dodge this sword. He took a moment to tease first, waited until he could not avoid it, and then rolled on the ground, this was not plastering him, it was clearly mocking the opponent.

Han Feng was no longer a reckless young man who could easily arouse his anger, he took a deep breath, and his sword became more and more cautious, and more direct and fast. This sword went straight to the middle palace, it was no longer a temptation, but it really wanted to take people's lives.

The sound of the sword broke through the air, and the thief obviously didn't expect the other party to turn his face when he said it, and the real kung fu was so terrifying that he shouted "Mom", and hurriedly dodged back, but the sword was far faster than his speed, and it stabbed under his neck in an instant, and the thief shouted extremely sharply, and then made a move that made Han Feng's eyes almost pop out.

He sat on the ground with his eyes closed...... Then began to tickle wildly. He clutched so hard and focused, as if this was the most important thing in the world, not the sword that would hang above his head at any moment.

When he met this kind of person who didn't take his life seriously, Han Feng was speechless. When the purple gold sword was on the thief's neck this time, he no longer dodged, but Han Feng didn't dare to let the sword get too close to him - the sword body was too sharp, and his body kept twisting regardless of it, and he could know his life at any time in the intimate contact between his neck and the purple gold sword.

And the thief, in extreme itching, finally opened his mouth and asked the first question: "Bring it! Give it to me!"

"What?" Han Feng was slightly stunned, unable to understand what he wanted at all.

The thief's groans of pain grew louder and louder until they alarmed Wanrou, who was still sleeping. Wanrou turned over in the tent, found that it was empty, and hurriedly got up and lifted the curtain to look out. In the haze, she saw Han Feng holding the purple gold sword and confronting another small man.

Wanrou woke up suddenly, and was about to scream, but the two people facing each other "booed" at her at the same time. The difference is that Han Feng then added softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

The thief did his best to suppress himself and let out a low roar, and the whole man fell to the ground.

The purple gold sword was useless at this time, and Han Feng was just about to reach out to pull the thief, but Bai Tong suddenly yelled in his mind: "Don't move him!"

Bai Tong had never shouted so loudly before, so much so that this false sound even made Han Feng's ears tingle. His hand stopped less than an inch away from the thief, and then retracted it in a minute: "You know what he wants?"

"Of course. He wanted an antidote. ”

"Antidote, what antidote?" Han Feng thought back to everything that had happened today. There are many poisonous insects and poisonous weeds in the place where the Yi people live, and the priest of the Daiqing tribe took out hundreds of insect eggs casually, if the green python does not have some poison on its body, it seems that it is not credible.

In this way, the poison was sprinkled on the belt of "Brother Kun", and it was only because of this thief that he fell for the trick. Han Feng secretly gloated in his heart, and at the same time listened carefully to Bai Tong's guidance: "Although this poison is not fatal, it can kill people when it itches. The antidote is in the depths of the forest, I have a way to make him feel better for the time being, see if you are willing to save him. ”

"......Deep in the Forest," Han Feng nodded with a deep groan. Immediately, according to Bai Tong's instructions, he asked the innkeeper for some rice water, and sprinkled it all on the thief. The boss has been staying in Xiangcheng all the year round, and he doesn't know how many strange things he has heard of, so this thief, although this rice water is strange in his eyes, but under the sword of the purple gold sword, it has become a normal thing.

Seeing that the boss took the initiative to turn around and go out of the house to close the door, Han Feng secretly sighed, found a hemp rope to tie the thief into a strong knot, and patiently waited for the "medicinal effect" of the rice washing water to work.

The prescription given by Bai Tong was indeed correct, and within a moment, the thief let out a long sigh and finally stopped struggling. He came back to his senses, looked down at the rope on his body, laughed twice, and somehow slipped his body, and the rope fell to his feet in a circle.

Wanrou was dumbfounded, although Han Feng was also a little surprised, but he quickly stabilized his mind, secretly thinking that this person really deserved to be a thief, and his methods were so clever, but now that the two of them were facing each other head-on, even if this thief had great ability, he couldn't take anything from under his nose.

After the previous struggle, the thief was a little self-aware, so he no longer did anything, but honestly pulled out the two shawls stuffed in his arms, respectfully put them aside, and said, "You...... You're a Yiren. Even if I owe it and have a lot of curiosity, it's not a damn sin. If you have a large number of adults, give the antidote to the small ones. ”

The candle was lit, and Han Feng looked at the man in front of him seriously for the first time.

He wasn't ugly, he wasn't good-looking, a pair of figure-eight eyebrows hung lightly on his face, and the two little bean eyes were almost squeezed together under the eyebrows. His body was already thin, but when he was standing, he was still rickety, and he seemed to be shrunk together, without the slightest momentum of a manly man standing up to the sky. Because of this, he said this begging for mercy, which seemed so natural and natural, neither embarrassed nor embarrassing.

The clothes he wears are not neat, and in order to "beg for life" on weekdays, his clothes have wide cuffs. The thick sleeves lined his small hands as thin as chicken feet, but at the moment the sleeves were full of scratches, and the cloth in some places was even torn into wisps.

This is the terrible state of the clothes, and the bare skin, such as the neck and face, is even more miserable.

The thief's neck was almost scratched and discolored, and his face was red and purple, and it was almost impossible to see his original face.

Han Feng didn't think he was a kind person, but looking at the appearance of this thief, he still felt a little compassionate, not to mention ...... This man is indeed useful to him.

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