may not be, but it can definitely knock people out of.

Bingbing left the flashlight for me, and she took advantage of the moonlight to leave, and I put on my backpack, half-supported and half-hugged Muzig, and followed behind.

"What kind of crop is this, so tall?" Muzig asked.

"Corn, native to Rice Island." I explained that in Muzig's time, although corn had already reached the hot summer, it should not have been planted on a large scale, especially in the northeast, where people had not yet discovered the value of black soil, and generally resorted to fishing and hunting to survive.

Muzig picked a spike with his hand, tossed it upside down, threw it out, and patted my neck again: "Good thing! ”

Scare me out and think she's trying to bite me in the neck!

"It's not as good as rice and wheat," I said, "and now people eat mainly white rice and flour, and corn is more for animals." "I do science for her, times have long changed.

"Hehe, that's not what I meant."

"Huh?"

"Let's go, you might understand later."

Did she fall in love with the shape and size of the corn?

No, it's too thick.

Out of the cornfield, Zheng Bingbing had already crossed the river and climbed over the wall into the community.

Muzig had no shoes on, and I was afraid that something hard would hurt her at the bottom of the river, so I picked her up by the waist and crossed the river, came to the wall, dragged her with a leather drum, and sent her up to the wall.

More physical contact made me feel that her body seemed to be different from the structure of ordinary people, super soft, and super tough, and it felt like a silicone person with steel bars inside, which must have been practiced for many years.

Since the popularization of hot weapons, especially after Jianguo, there is no market for the sandman who simply relies on the body, and the ancient martial arts are gradually abandoned, and on the battlefield of the Ming and Qing dynasties four hundred years ago, the guns and artillery firearms are only auxiliary, and the two sides are still equipped with a large number of cold weapons, which determines the outcome of a battle, and in the end, it is necessary to get close to the hand-to-hand combat, in this regard, there is no doubt that the Manchurian Eight Banners are stronger, and Muzig is the elite of the Eight Banners, not to mention magic, and the force value must be one of the best in that era.

When she recovers, maybe I'll have the pleasure of seeing it.

Walking through the community, the stalker was still in the gazebo, and when I saw him, he saw me too, and he was very surprised, probably wondering why I threw myself into the net.

"Stop!" Dressed up, he ran to this side, his hand pulling for the belt behind him.

I put one hand on Muzig, the other hand reaching for the back, also ready to dig the dick.

I thought he would pull out a weapon like a well stick, but I didn't expect it to be a pistol!

I immediately took my hand back and held it high.

"What did he take?" Muzig asked in a low voice.

"Hand ...... Firecracker. "I said, she should be able to understand this.

Muzig sighed, and when the mutant raised the gun and cautiously came to five meters in front of us, I felt Muzig's shoulders sink (in fact, he got up), and when it sounded, I saw the mutant's hand raised high and upward, and the gun flew out, but before it landed, there was another sound, and the gun was shot in the air and flew to the top of the pavilion, where it landed, and it didn't come down.

This time I saw clearly, it was caused by Muzig kicking a small pebble on the ground, good footwork!

Changing clothes were shocked, and hurriedly ran over to get a gun, but the pavilion was too high, he couldn't reach it, I took the opportunity to help Mu Zig to the gate of the community, and changed clothes didn't dare to chase after him, gave up taking the gun, took out the phone, called a colleague, and asked for support.

I ignored him, we were going to run anyway, and we wouldn't be stupid and poke in place waiting for his reinforcements.

Muzig and I walked out of the community, Zheng Bingbing just happened to drive to arrive, and with a sudden brake, Mitsubishi Pajero nodded his head fiercely, as if the citizens of its producing country were saluting.

"Did it hurt?" I asked Bingbing.

"No, the car is in place, they probably didn't find out."

"That's good." I put Muzig in the back seat, I sat in the passenger seat, and I had to be Bingbing to drive fast, I couldn't do it.

Follow the main road in the center of the town, drive to the southeast, at this time I also dare to open the mobile phone, 5 missed calls, I am too lazy to turn over, open the navigation, the next town, the distance is about fifteen kilometers, called Taoyuan Town.

The dew is dark and the smoke is thick and the grass is new, and the water is full of spring.

Poor fisherman's father revisited, only to see the peach blossoms and no one.

Good name.

"Can we outrun those demons?" Zheng Bingbing asked as he opened, "My Pajero is suitable for off-road, but it's not very good at speed!" ”

Without waiting for me to answer, Muzig leaned on the window in the back seat and said, "I can't run, Lao Ba is less than five miles away from here." ”

"So what are you waiting for, you two...... Hurry up! Zheng Bingbing urged.

That's right, just run away and forget about business.

I looked back at Muzig, who nodded her head and patted her chair to signal me to come over.

I pursed my lips and climbed from the co-pilot to the back seat......