Grilled until golden brown on both sides, the meatloaf is oily and requires no other seasonings and just a pinch of salt.

Accompanied by a bowl of thick porridge and a little spicy seeds, everyone sweated profusely.

In the past few days, running around in the mountains and forests, although Zhao Ya's hunting skills can eat some game, but the lack of salt and materials and the fact that there are pursuers later, no one is in the mood to taste the taste, just chat to fill their stomachs.

Now that they have finally entered the range of Wuxiang Mountain, it will not take long to return to the city, and everyone's mood is naturally excited.

Even the contents of my mouth became sweet.

At this time, Zhao Ya used the wound medicine hidden in the shelter to re-bandage Meng Lei's wound.

Running all the way, Meng Lei's wound was not infected, but instead had a soft scab and was about to heal.

This also gave Zhao Ya a more intuitive impression of the strength of the martial artists of the Three Realms.

If nothing else, let's just say that this physical fitness is enough to be enviable.

After a full meal, the crowd rested for a while.

Zhao Ya took the opportunity to probe the rear and found that no one was chasing him, so he couldn't help but feel a lot calmer.

It seems that the people of Qingzhuling also knew that it would be more difficult to catch them after entering Wuxiang Mountain, so they gave up.

Zhao Ya returned to the shelter, and at this time, people's spirits also recovered a lot.

As soon as Zhao Ya came back, except for Meng Lei, everyone else got up one after another.

"Brother Zhao, how is it?"

Zhao Ya shook his head, "There is no sign of tracking, it is estimated that the people of Qingzhuling have retreated." ”

Hearing this, Tan Dong and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been tense all the way were finally able to relax a little.

Only Luo Feng's expression was solemn, and his eyes were full of bitter hatred.

The death of his uncle Luo Qiang stimulated him greatly, and the once cheerful and lively teenager has now become silent.

Especially when the three words Qingzhuling were mentioned, they were even more furious, eager to eat its flesh and drink its blood.

Zhao Ya was helpless about this, so he could only pat him on the shoulder.

"If you're rested, keep going and get home before dark!"

This place is still twenty or thirty miles away from the Dancing Elephant City, but because Zhao Ya is familiar with the terrain, he soon came to the front of the Dancing Elephant City.

It was already night, and the gates were closed.

Zhao Ya led them through a gap in the city wall, went around and around, and finally returned to the Changlong Dart Bureau.

When they entered the game, the people who stayed behind in the game were shocked.

"Total ...... Chief, you ...... You guys....... ”

They just wanted to say how you became like this, Zhao Ya sighed and stepped forward to say.

"Don't ask, something happened on the way, hurry up and prepare clean clothes and food, by the way, and medicine."

"Yes, yes, let's prepare."

Suddenly, all the people left behind in the Changlong Dart Bureau were shocked.

The guards who stayed behind were basically executioners and handymen, and there was not even a dart master.

Now seeing that Meng Lei, the head of the dart, has lost an arm, the rest of the people are also embarrassed, like beggars.

The key is that I didn't see the dart car, and I didn't see many people, so I knew that something big must have happened, and I couldn't help but feel panic in my heart.

Fortunately, Zhao Ya came forward in time and calmly commanded everyone, which slightly suppressed the restless emotion.

After a long work, everyone changed their clothes, the injured were properly treated, and then they gathered together in silence.

Oh, yes.

What else can be said now?

The dart was lost, the people died, and even they could come back alive because of Zhao Ya's light, so naturally they didn't know what to say.

Luo Feng lowered his head and silently shed tears.

At this time, Meng Lei waved his hand gently, "Running all the way, everyone is tired, let's go home and rest first, and talk about it tomorrow." ”

Everyone glanced at each other, then got up silently, nodded to Meng Lei, and dispersed.

Zhao Ya also left.

His heart was equally heavy.

Because he knew that what was waiting for the Changlong Dart Game after coming back would be a storm, but as Meng Lei said, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Running all the way, Zhao Ya was also physically and mentally exhausted, and just wanted to hurry back home to see the drunk child and eat a bite of the food she cooked herself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten his feet, and soon came to the door.

The door was closed, Zhao Ya hesitated, and then didn't plan to knock on the door to enter.

After all, it's so late, and knocking on the door has to alarm the drunk.

He planned to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard, and then wake up the drunk, so that she would not have to come out and open the door in the middle of the night.

Zhao Ya jumped up and quietly went up the wall.

There are traps he has laid down there, so take a look ahead of time and find a place to fall.

It didn't matter if he saw this, Zhao Ya felt a chuckle in his heart, and then a murderous aura rushed straight to his head.

Under the wall, there were two ropes that had been broken, which were rope nooses that he had laid by himself.

At the same time, traces of a fight can be seen on the ground.

Someone has been here, and there was a fight with Zui'er, so how is Zui'er doing now?

Did anything happen?

A series of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Even in the face of the siege of the thieves in Qingzhuling, Zhao Ya was not so irritable.

He couldn't take much care of it, so he pulled out his meteoric iron knife and threw himself down the wall, shouting in a deep voice.

"Drunk!"

Just a moment later, the lights came on, and a soft voice was heard.

"Brother Xiaoya?"

This voice was not loud, but after it fell in Zhao Ya's ears, the qi and blood that had already rushed into the pupil instantly calmed down.

"Well, it's me, I'm back!"

As soon as the words fell, the door opened, and the drunken child rushed out directly and threw himself into Zhao Ya's arms.

"Brother Xiaoya, I'm not dreaming!"

Holding Zui'er's warm body, Zhao Ya smiled slightly, "How could it be a dream, I was delayed for a while on the way because of something, so I only came back now." ”

The drunken child hugged Zhao Ya and breathed the smell of Zhao Ya's body almost greedily.

She really thought she was still dreaming after hearing Zhao Ya's voice just now, until she hugged him fiercely, and her heart was steady.

Zhao Ya stroked Zui'er's back and said softly, "I just came in over the wall and saw that the trap was touched, what happened?" ”

Only then did Zui'er remember that there was still a person locked up in the vegetable cellar, and he had been locked in it for three days, and he didn't know what the situation was now.

Zui'er hurriedly told Zhao Ya what had happened, and then asked timidly, "Brother Xiaoya, did I do the right thing?" ”

Zhao Ya's eyes narrowed slightly, and he already had a judgment in his heart.

What do you say about stealing things, it is pure nonsense, it is estimated that it is a flower thief on the rivers and lakes attracted by the appearance of a drunken child.

Fortunately, I took precautions in advance, otherwise wouldn't it be too late to regret it?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ya's murderous heart was blazing, but on the surface, he smiled brightly, and reached out and touched the drunken head.

"What a drunk, you've done a great job, you should do this when you meet a bad guy, and put your own safety first."