The pig-killing knife was knocked backwards and rolled out.

Chang Huan was extremely angry, and was about to catch up with him to make up for it, but he felt that his hands and feet were weak for a while, and the whole person began to become dizzy.

"Inhale this cartilage, no matter what kind of top master you are, you will also fall." There was blood dripping from the mouth of the pig-killing knife, but he smiled.

He was kicked by Chang Huan before, but he was still a thief, and quietly ran back to his house to get this bag of cartilage and chased him out.

But he had just suffered a big loss and knew that he was not Chang Huan's opponent, so he came up with this method to plot against her.

"This time, where else do I think you can run?" The pig-killing knife grinned and got up.

He was about to step forward to grab Chang Huan, but he only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his knees bent and fell to the ground.

It turned out that Chang Huan's previous punch happened to hit an acupuncture point of the pig-killing knife, causing him to lose his strength for a while and temporarily lose his ability to move.

Chang Huan's state at this time was also very bad, she felt dizzy for a while, and she could pass out at any time.

She looked at the pig-killing knife with a hideous face and was staring at herself, and subconsciously wanted to run away.

But this path is extremely narrow, and the front has been blocked by the fat body of the pig-killing knife, and it is impossible to pass at all.

In desperation, she could only turn around and flee backwards.

She came to the door of a house and was about to ask for help, but she saw a hand sticking out of the crack in the door and slamming the door shut.

She was slightly stunned, and then heard the bang, and the owners of the surrounding houses closed the door in unison.

Seeing that the pig killing knife was making trouble, the people in this neighborhood did not dare to provoke it at all, so they closed their doors one after another to avoid trouble.

Chang Huan had no choice but to continue to run forward.

She was hit by the cartilage, and her consciousness was already very blurred, so she could only hold on to a trace of sanity and escape as much as possible.

Before she knew it, she had run out of the village, and in a panic she came to a cliff.

She was delirious and was about to jump off the cliff with her feet.

"Don't!" The pig-killing knife that had just arrived from the rear saw this scene and hurriedly shouted out.

Although he was crooked and wanted to forcibly occupy Changhuan, he didn't think about causing a human life.

Chang Huan seemed to be woken up by this shout, and her confused eyes faintly saw that there was a cliff ahead.

She was startled and hurriedly pulled her foot back.

A trace of doubt flashed in her heart, and for some reason, the scene just now made her faintly feel a sense of déjà vu.

However, she didn't have time to think about it, because the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, and the pig-killing knife was already within three feet in a blink of an eye.

He smiled lewdly: "That's right, it's better to have a good night with me than to be a dry skeleton in the wilderness of a violent corpse under here." ”

Chang Huan felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, knowing that he was about to lose his support.

A shadow flashed through her mind, it was the young man dressed in white.

"Brother Mo, we'll see you in the next life." With a hint of determination on her face, she jumped down.

The pig-killing knife screamed, and hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, but there was no shadow of Changhuan below, only a bottomless abyss.

After a while, he looked around nervously, and after making sure that no one had witnessed the incident, he hurried away after a few curses.

The night is like water, silent without a trace.

The old woman's house at the end of the village is still lit up.

She sat in the room, anxious.

Chang Huan gave Uncle Ah Xiang shoes, and he hasn't returned for so long.

It stands to reason that Uncle Xiang's house is at the head of the village, not far from here, and she should have come back a long time ago.

At first, the old woman thought that Uncle Ah Xiang was hospitable, and stayed at home to eat.

But now that night has fallen, even if it is to eat, it should be back, Chang Huan has never spent the night outside in more than two years.

She glanced at the burning candle in the candlestick on the table, and finally decided to go out and find it herself.

She carefully closed the door, and was about to turn around to push the courtyard door, but she heard a squeak, and the courtyard door had been pushed open.

"Chang Huan, you girl is finally back."

The old woman's tone was strange and worried, after living together for so many days, she had already regarded Changhuan as her own relative.

"It's good to come back, let's eat, I've been warming up sweet potatoes for you." The old woman smiled, and when she looked back, she saw that the person who pushed open the courtyard door was not Chang Huan, but a young man dressed in white.

"Brother Mo, why are you?"

The man in white who came late at night was Mo Hansheng.

The old woman was a little surprised, according to previous experience, Mo Hansheng always came once every six months, very punctual, why did this time come two months in advance.

Mo Hansheng glanced at the dim candlelight in the room, frowned, and said, "Chang Huan is not here?" ”

The old woman was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered what she was going to do just now, and she hurriedly told Mo Hansheng about Chang Huan's departure from home and his failure to return.

After Mo Hansheng listened, he immediately asked the old woman about Uncle Xiang's residence.

With the answer, he raised his foot to go to the ring, but his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the ground.

In the night, you can faintly see a large character written on a tree branch on the land - ink.

Mo Hansheng didn't stop, walked out of the courtyard quickly, and rushed straight to Uncle Xiang's house.

With his speed, it didn't take long to get from the head of the village to the end of the village, and it was only a few breaths before he flew to Uncle Xiang's door.

Uncle Ah Xiang wiped some bruises, was lying on the bed resting, and had to get up with difficulty when he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a strange man standing outside who he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.

Looking at this person's clothing and temperament, it is extraordinary at first glance, like a noble son of a large family.

Before he could speak, Mo Hansheng had already taken the lead in asking about Changhuan's whereabouts.

Uncle Ah Xiang was stunned, didn't Changhuan go home in the dark?

He looked at Mo Hansheng's expression and knew that things might not be so simple, and guessed that something was likely to happen to Chang Huan.

He hurriedly told Mo Hansheng that Chang Huan had been teased by the pig-killing knife in the evening, and then took action to inform Mo Hansheng of the other party's repulsion.

Mo Hansheng's eyes flickered, and this Chang Huan had inadvertently learned to use his true qi again.

He immediately inquired about the residence of the pig killing knife.

The pig killing knife also lives in the village, which is very close to it, and Uncle Ah Xiang and Mo Hansheng quickly found his house.

He stretched out his hand and slapped on the door, and the angry voice of the pig-killing knife came from the house: "Who doesn't want to live anymore and dares to come and smash Lao Tzu's door?" ”

Uncle Ah Xiang asked loudly: "Pig killing knife, is Chang Huan here with you, what happened to her?" ”

The pig killing knife distinguished Uncle Xiang's voice, and when he heard the word "Changhuan", he immediately panicked, and shouted: "What Changhuan, Lao Tzu has never seen it." Don't bother me, get out! ”

When Uncle Ah Xiang heard this, he immediately felt that there must be something greasy in it.

This pig-killing knife was still pestering Changhuan an hour ago, but now he directly denied it, he must be a thief.

He was about to open his mouth to ask, but when he heard a bang, the wooden door in front of him had been smashed with a palm.

The scattered sawdust was still floating in front of him, and a white figure swished and rushed straight into the house like a ghost.

The pig-killing knife lying on the bed heard the movement, turned his head and was about to take a look, but his neck tightened, and the whole person was lifted up from the bed.

His face flushed, his stubby feet fluttering back and forth in the air.

Mo Hansheng was tall, holding the neck of the pig-killing knife with one hand, lifting his nearly 300-pound body into the air.

"Where's Changhuan?"