On this day, Yang Guo and Xiao Zhao traveled all the way east and south, passing through the Sichuan and Chongqing areas.

Because of the fear of Mingjiao, Yang Guo and Xiao Zhao basically do not stay in crowded places, so they don't know anything about the boiling things in the rivers and lakes.

Xiao Zhao drove the carriage as usual, and when he was about to cross a mountain road, two black shadows suddenly jumped out from the side.

At first, Xiao Zhao was startled, hurriedly tightened the reins of the horse, and stopped the carriage.

In front of me, two lean men appeared, one holding a wooden stick and the other holding a pickaxe, blocking the road.

However, the two did not look like they were robbing the road, but rather ragged, a bit like refugees fleeing the famine.

One of the men with a disheveled mantle waved a pickaxe indiscriminately, "Who's ahead, report your name?"

"What are you talking this nonsense for? What kind of name, let them pay the money directly, isn't it over?"

Without waiting for Xiao Zhao to reply, the bald man next to the other party slapped him on the back of the head and bared his teeth.

"Did you hear that? My eldest brother asked you to hand over the money, everyone is a mess, so it's not too much to borrow some money from you to spend, right?"

The man with the pickaxe shrank his neck and shouted at the top of his voice.

Yang Guo poked his head out of the carriage when he heard the sound, his face was still as white as paper, and said, "What do you call the two of you?"

The man with the pickaxe kicked his leg in a fake way and said, "My man, the god's leg flies on the grass, it is this leg, stepping on a hundred lives to get to the present, and if you know each other, you will quickly pay the passage money."

When Xiao Zhao heard this, he suddenly asked in a frightened whisper, "Brother Yang, what's the matter...... What should I do?"

Yang Guo smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid!"

The two of them, who were still a little apprehensive, saw that the carriage was only a sick man, and the driver was just a little girl, so they suddenly became bold.

The bald man sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid? Hmph!"

I saw him point to the baldness on his head and say, "See? Originally, today I only seek wealth and do not kill anyone, but if you two are in a hurry, you usually only get a hair, it seems that today you are going to get a pair!"

Hearing the words of these two, Yang Guo couldn't help laughing.

He could see that these two were not bandits who were robbing the road at all, but refugees from nowhere who risked a catastrophe to make a living here. Seeing that Yang Guo was still laughing, the two of them only felt that their personalities had been insulted, and they wanted to come forward to teach him a lesson.

When the two approached, suddenly a cold thing hit the bald head of the seemingly boss.

Although he didn't know what it was, the bald man subconsciously felt that it was something amazing, and he was so frightened that he even threw away the stick in his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Slow and slow...... Wait, brother, rob money and not your life!"

Yang Guo held the firearm drawn from the system in his hand, pointed at the other party's head and pressed it, and said, "How many hairs do you have on this head?" Looks like you've killed a lot of people?"

"No, no, no, this is me fighting with the ruffians and hooligans, and I was caught, I didn't kill anyone, and it is illegal to kill people!"

The bald man was so frightened that he almost knelt for Yang Guo, and his body was almost straight, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Yang Guo sneered and said, "Get out!"

As he spoke, he didn't have the strength to kick the other party, but just smashed the muzzle of the gun into the other party's bare head, and the latter screamed in pain and fled in a hurry.

Yang Guo still has some sympathy for these refugees who are forced to be helpless and choose this way to make a living, in fact, he can give up some silver and more to guide him, but after being stabbed in the back by Zhang Wuji, he found that he was not as easy to trust a person as before.

Now he might be able to give the two of them a little money to live, but what about after that? Will they really change their ways? I'm afraid otherwise.

At most, it is just a taste of sweetness, and continue to act like this, until one day he meets a ruthless person and is killed by the other party; In case he gave up some silver and raised a white-eyed wolf, these two people knew that he had silver, and found more people to fight him, relying on Xiao Zhao alone, Yang Guo was really afraid that it would be difficult to parry, and he would die in the end

At the hands of these shameless bandits.

So it's not that he is reluctant to give up that bit of silver, but for the safety of the two.

After the two escaped, Xiao Zhao drove the carriage and continued to hurry, and at the same time asked Yang Guo with some curiosity what the firearm in his hand was.

If her mother Dai Qisi was here, most of them would recognize this foreigner's things, but Xiao Zhao grew up on Spirit Snake Island, and what he saw and heard was naturally very limited.

After Yang Guo patiently explained to her, Xiao Zhao was also surprised that this small object had such power.

Although he no longer trusts others, Yang Guo is ruthless against Xiao Zhao.

In fact, as early as the night of a few days ago, because of an incident, Yang Guo completely let down all his guard against her.

That night, the two of them had a rare rest in an inn.

They lived in the same room, Xiao Zhao made a bunk on the floor, and Yang Guo slept on the bed due to injury.

Although he was wrapped in a thick quilt, at night, he couldn't help but shiver all over his body.

After Xiao Zhao found out, he was afraid that Yang Guo would not be able to bear the typhoid fever at night, so he hesitated for a moment, then got into the bed, reached out to hug him, and warmed him with his body temperature.

Although it wasn't the first time, the feeling of lying on the bed so intimately with his whole body close together still made Xiao Zhao a little shy and blushing.

As the night deepened, Yang Guo was no longer so cold, and he fell asleep deeply.

At least in Xiao Zhao's opinion.

As if sensing that Yang Guo was already asleep, a hand quietly reached out from his arms, and after groping for a while, he took out a sheepskin scroll, which was the one in the Bright Peak Secret Passage that recorded the Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method.

Seeing that he had obtained the Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method so easily, Xiao Zhao's eyes were not only not a little happy, but indescribably complicated.

After rolling the sheepskin in his hand and clenching it tightly for a moment, Xiao Zhao finally put it back in place.

Now she no longer thinks about the task given to her by her mother, she just wants to be by Yang Guo's side, take care of him, accompany him, if Yang Guo recovers from his injury, she will tell the other party the truth, if he is willing, she would rather serve him for the rest of his life, if he is unwilling, don't want to be himself, then she should not be, and she is willing to go back to be punished by her mother.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Zhao made up his mind, no longer doubted himself, hugged Yang Guo's arm, and couldn't help but tighten.

Yang Guo, who was on his back, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and while the other party was not paying attention, he turned over and hugged Xiao Zhao in his arms.

Xiao Zhao was startled, and almost screamed, she thought that Yang Guo had woken up, and only said that her suspicious behavior would be discovered by the other party immediately, and if Gongzi was like Yang Zuo's envoy in the future, what should he do.

Just when Xiao Zhao was uneasy, she didn't hear Yang Guo's scolding for a long time, and when she looked up at the other party slightly, she found that Yang Guo's snort was calm, but he just turned over and didn't wake up.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhao called it dangerous, his little heart was pounding, and he really felt a little bit of a thief.

In fact, if she thought about it carefully, how could a seriously ill person's breath after sleep be as calm as ordinary people?