"Hit the watermelon with a firecracker, try it?"

"Cheng Yuan, let him go! Otherwise, I won't let you go! ”

"It turns out that your name is Storm Wave, what is your relationship with Storm Zhao?"

The two of them were separated by a threshold, a distance of seven or eight steps, and with occasional movements, Cheng Yuan was not sure how long he could deceive him with a wooden stick.

But he had to escape through the door, before Chen 13 returned, and he had to lead the storm into the trap.

The knife in Storm's hand tried to attack Cheng Yuan, staring at Cheng Yuan, adjusting the direction to aim at Cheng Yuan's arm.

In the dark night, except for the fire outside, there was only the heavy wheezing sound of the storm, and he stared vigilantly at Cheng Yuan's movements.

"There's a kind of you coming in! I was timid and scared, so I didn't dare to come in. Cheng Yuan continued to stimulate.

At the threshold, Cheng Yuan put the old trap in the firewood room, this house should be the house of the hunter, as long as the storm Zhao enters the house, Cheng Yuan will have a chance.

Either use a fake fire gun to scare the storm and find a chance to escape.

Choose one or the other.

Storm was also afraid that Cheng Yuan would run away, and kept trying to get closer to him.

Cheng Yuan grabbed the thin man and moved carefully, avoiding the trap he had placed.

"Cheng Yuan, you can't escape."

"yes, you came in and killed me. Otherwise, I'll get out!" Kill you. Cheng Yuan began to stimulate the storm: "There is no egg thing, so timid, what is the difference between it and a eunuch." ”

The two confronted each other, already nervous, and Cheng Yuan constantly stimulated him, trying to create chaos and stimulate him to lose his mind.

"Storm, you don't have eggs, don't dare to come in."

Cheng Yuan looked at it for too long, afraid of changes, and threw the roots of the wood into the storm in the dark.

Seeing that it was a storm of wood roots, he grabbed the steel knife and rushed in.

"Ahh......h

The moment he stepped on the threshold, Storm Waves stepped directly into the iron clamp with his right foot and fell to the ground, throwing aside the steel knife in his hand.

Cheng Yuan quickly threw away the thin man's corpse, pulled out a wooden stick and smothered it at the storm's head.

"Bang!"

"Bang dang."

The stick hit the ground a second time, and Storm rolled away with his right foot.

Cheng Yuan picked up the steel knife and swung the knife directly to the top of the storm's head, but was dodged and cut off his left leg.

"Ah, my legs!"

"Ahhh

Cheng Yuan took a few steps back and slashed at his shoulder again.

Storm was caught in the foot by the beast, and his head was hit again, and he turned down dizzily, and his left leg was cut off.

Cheng Yuan is not good at using knives, and if he is good at it, he will definitely split the storm in half from his shoulder.

He didn't dare to relax, raised his knife again, and made up for a few cuts.

The people of the earth were silent.

"The brain is a good thing, it's a pity...... Not everyone has it. Cheng Yuan wiped the blood from his face and walked out the door.

The mountain wind roared, and the trees were all around.

"Rustling ......"

Cheng Yuan was shocked, just breathed a sigh of relief and the muscles in his body collapsed, damn, it's endless!

Someone was walking in the woods, it was someone who came, and it must have been Chen Shisan's return.

Cheng Yuan looked at it, put the steel knife behind the door of the main hall, wrapped his hands in clothes, and picked up the hot clay pot and hid it in the dark.

Song Ying came up alone with a sword, he didn't dare to bring anyone else, for fear of being exposed.

Since he and Mei Yin were in the ghost ditch, there has been no turning back, Princess Xianning is his, Cheng Yuan robbed the fourth brother's woman, and came to rob him again, damn it.

Song Ying thought as she walked.

When Cheng Yuan died, he didn't know who did this, they could all push it to Jing Qing and continue to live his free life.

"Storm?" Song Ying walked into the courtyard and noticed that something was wrong, and she was gone.

Matches crackled and the mountain wind whistled.

Song Ying couldn't help but draw her sword and approached the room step by step.

That Cheng Yuan is tied up, and it is impossible to escape.

Chen Shisan's imbecile killed people to the death, and he definitely couldn't escape.

"Storm? Dwarf tiger? Chen Thirteen! What are you all doing? Song Ying shouted.

Cheng Yuan saw the person clearly through the firelight outside.

Song Ying's dog offal...... Cheng Yuan pointed the hot water in the clay pot at the door, tensing his spirit.

The few people who died just now were not serious martial arts practitioners, but Song Ying definitely couldn't, this was a martial arts practitioner.

Cheng Yuan concluded that it was the first time they had come to such a house, and they didn't know the structure of the house, so Song Ying didn't know either.

Outside the door, Song Ying didn't enter the house, his intuition told him that it wasn't quite right, looking at the dark room, just watching.

"Song Ying!"

"Who!"

In the middle of the call and answer, Cheng Yuan used all his strength to splash the hot water in the clay pot directly at the person outside the door.

Song Ying saw the figure rushing towards her, and subconsciously raised the sword in her hand, but she never thought that in an instant, her face was drenched with hot water, and her eyes were in unbearable pain.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Cheng Yuan was not hiding, he rushed out directly and threw Song Ying to the ground, slammed him firmly to the ground, and the two rolled by the fire.

Cheng Yuan kept smashing Song Ying's hand holding the sword to the ground, trying to snatch the sword in his hand.

Although Song Ying's whole face was burned and her eyes were tightly closed, the sword in her hand still did not let go, and the power was still there.

At this moment, he sobered up, and he didn't care about the hot blisters on his face, and wanted to cut into the abyss with his sword.

Where would Cheng Yuan let him suppress, stretched out his unprotected left hand to the fire, went to take the charcoal burning in the fire, and suppressed Song Ying's hand holding the sword with his right hand.

Song Ying kept beating Cheng Yuan with her other hand. His eyes blurred and he saw the hands of the people pressed on him reaching for the fire, the charcoal fire was still burning, and even made a sizzling sound, wafting the smell of scalded meat.

Cheng Yuan's left hand trembled slightly, endured the pain of being beaten in his back, and pressed the charcoal fire on Song Ying's hand holding the sword.

"Ah......h

It was at this moment that Song Ying suddenly exerted her strength.

Turned over and pressed Cheng Yuan down, and hit Cheng Yuan's door with both hands indiscriminately.

The sword was not far from the fire.

Both are suppressing, hoping that the other's strength will be exhausted.

"Cheng Yuan, Lao Tzu wants you to die!" Song Ying was hot at the moment, and she was already angry in her heart, and she wanted to kill Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan struggled to lift his knee and pushed it hard against Song Ying's crotch.

Song Ying was in pain, rolled to the side, and still strangled Cheng Yuan with both hands.

Cheng Yuan struggled to pick up the empty wine jar by the fire with one hand and slapped it firmly on Song Ying's head.

The clay pot and wine jar snapped open, and Song Ying's beaten head broke and blood flowed, but she still grabbed Cheng Yuan's collar.

Song Ying thought that she had good physical strength, as long as she grabbed Cheng Yuan's neckline and suffocated him. Who knew that Cheng Yuan was a stalker.

"Ahh

Cheng Yuan shouted, using all his strength to break free of Song Ying's hand, the sword on the ground was only a finger's distance from him.

Song Ying's buttocks were next to the fire, and they immediately burned, and in pain, he grabbed Cheng Yuan's chest clothes, exploded his strength, and directly threw Cheng Yuan out.

Cheng Yuan was thrown up the stone steps, far from the sword on the ground.

Song Ying rolled on the ground, extinguishing the fire on her clothes, screaming and grabbing her own sword not far away.

"Song Ying, Lao Tzu wants you to die."

A smug smile flashed in Cheng Yuan's eyes, and he picked up the broken stone on the side of the stone steps, and the angular stone was stuffy, and the stone slag was inlaid on Song Ying's forehead like that.

Until Song Ying was motionless.

Cheng Yuan slowly got up, blood by the fire, broken wine jars, and swords, all in a mess.

He looked at his left hand and clenched it tightly.

You have to get out of here quickly, after all, it's best to escape in this case, he is already exhausted, and seriously injuring Song Ying is already his limit.

The pain in his left hand, back, arm, and back kept coming, and he was wearing a drape of hair, and his feet were a little biting on the cold ground.

In the mountains and forests, Cheng Yuan held on to the tree next to him step by step, the wind was howling in the forest, he was a little weak, and his face was covered with blood.

The trees that have been supported are all bloody handprints.

Chen Shisan, who came back with the wine jar, saw the figure leaving.

"Cheng Yuan ran away......"

Chen Shisan chased after him angrily.

Slapped the wine jar down, the wine jar and the wine burst on Cheng Yuan's head, blood flowed down from his forehead, eyebrows, hair, and ears, and then poured out his neck......

Cheng Yuan shook a few times, staggered to the ground with his sword, slowly stood firm, felt the pain, and took a deep breath to stand firm.

Chen Shisan quickly bumped into him again, lifting Cheng Yuan a few inches off the ground and stuck it on the tree.

The fist hit Cheng Yuan's body, and blood kept gushing out, dripping on Chen Shisan's hand.

Chen Shisan's eyes were full of anger, his mind was already in a frenzy at the moment, and he kept hitting Cheng Yuan with his fists.

Cheng Yuan fumbled with both hands, pulled out the soft sword in his belt, and stabbed at the crazy Chen Shisan with all his might.

The sword went into the flesh, through Chen Shisan's back.

Cheng Yuan was let go and slid down against the tree, his eyes blurred from moment to time, his underwear already soaked with blood.

Soon after, there was the sound of birds flapping their wings in the woods, and he opened his eyes tiredly, and a black bird flew not far away......