Finally they reached the woods in front of them, and everyone sat down and gasped for air. Some simply lay on the ground or leaned on the trunk of the tree, and the father and mother screamed.

Liu Juan and Cheng Yuanfang are naturally no exception, but their sitting posture is not so ugly. Up to now, Liu Juan still couldn't figure out why the two elders wanted to drive the Shu clan away from the village, and threw their eyes into the dark woods, racking their brains and thinking.

Looking at Liu Juan's focused appearance, Cheng Yuanfang's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but he finally didn't say anything, and kept paddling in front of him with both hands to drive away the mosquitoes.

Looking up at the crowd, I saw Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu sitting around with my father and mother from a distance, as if whispering, and my sister Shifeng was lying in Aunt Liu's arms asleep, still holding the tiger striped cat in her hand.

Everyone looked tired, except for the samurai, who stood in the dark woods, with their backs to the crowd, in the middle, vigilantly watching everything around them.

After the crowd rested for a while, the pleasant voice came again: "You can hear clearly, I will give you some food in a while, and after using it, I will spend the night here tonight, and no one is allowed to leave the team, otherwise it will be killed!"

The crisp sound echoed through the deep valleys and mountains, then melted into the slightest wind scar, and then fell silent. I was really tired, and when I just sat down, the crowd was still resentful and scolded the elders for being ruthless and unjust, and they wanted to go back to Bluestone Villa. But looking at the vast clouds and mountains surrounded by fog, dangerous cliffs and deep valleys, he quickly accepted his fate. While eating, some people actually fell asleep.

Liu Hedong glanced at his daughter in the distance and in the distance, and found that the two children were fine, and his heart calmed down a little. Suddenly, I felt a little tired, so I lay on my back under a tree. Luckily, the April nights were neither hot nor cold, except for some mosquitoes.

Through the dark canopy, a faint blue sky was revealed, and a few mischievous stars shone gracefully. With thought, Liu Hedong savored for a while and closed his eyes.

The fragrance of weeds and wild flowers kept penetrating Liu Hedong's nostrils, and immediately aroused the faint pain in Liu Hedong's heart. Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day of flowers, but it's a pity that I and my daughter carefully cultivated Junlan Ruxiang. Alas, Liu Hedong sighed long in his heart. The original sleepiness is gone, and others don't know why this group of people were sent to Qingliu Kingdom, but they can guess it. It must have been the two elders who realized the malice of Tan Tianying and the others and acted like this. But how dangerous their situation was. Just walked away, how could he be worthy of the people left behind in the villa. To put it bluntly, Liu Hedong hated the aristocratic Shu clan hierarchy in Qingshi Villa, because of the existence of this system, he was embarrassed in his career! But then again, today, in order to save the lives of all the people of the Shu clan, the two elders today left all their descendants and heirs to fight against the disaster, which is really moving.

How can we help the old and young in the village to survive this calamity? Liu Hedong pondered bitterly.

Liu Juan's gaze staring at the dark woods finally regained her agility, picked up a few pieces of food from her side, chewed a few bites casually, and swallowed it, which was considered to have eaten. Turning his gaze to Cheng Yuan, he found that he had already fallen asleep. In a blink of an eye, he turned his gaze to the samurai who stood motionless.

The night was dark, but the night could not swallow the standing figures. The red color of the red warrior was still so dazzling, even more brilliant than during the day. Even the black veil seemed clearer. Each red-clothed warrior is like a brilliant red fireball, flowing with brilliance, strange and magical in the dark night.

Liu Juan looked at it unexpectedly, wanting to see through every face under the black veil, and involuntarily urged the psychic emerald diamond, and her vision sense immediately became sensitive. Everything in the dark night was clearly visible, and the eyes were looking at the world under the black veil one by one.

Each of the samurai watched intently at the movement outside the crowd, as if they were ready for any surprise. Suddenly, Liu Juan felt that a cold gaze was looking at her father, and her father was lying under the tree and asleep, unaware.

Liu Juan looked at it, and that gaze seemed to suddenly feel Liu Juan's attention, and immediately moved her gaze out of the crowd.

Why is this person so familiar, Liu Juan searched for memory, where has this person been seen? After about a quarter of an hour, Liu Juan finally remembered. Ling Yunfeng, the leader of the Tianyan Gang, had ordered two black-clothed helmsmen to bring him and the distant land back to the Tiantian River, and this person was one of those two helmsmen. Why does this person pay so much attention to Daddy, who is she?

Could it be that these red-clothed warriors are all members of the Tianyan Gang, Liu Juan immediately speculated. If so, then according to their own understanding, these samurai should be innocent. Thinking like this, Liu Juan originally took most of her father's worries.

Calm down and wonder if you can leave the team unnoticed, and take advantage of the fact that the team has just walked less than a day, and it is still too late to return to the villa to participate in the flowers, but you can't let those hateful people take advantage of them in vain. I had figured out the way back just now, but now the key is, how to get out? Liu Juan kept peeking at the samurai, over and over again, but she was disappointed. With the vigilance of these samurai, there was no chance at all. I believe that I can find a chance to go out, which will inevitably alarm the crowd, and it will definitely not lead to any good results, no.

Just when Liu Juan was frowning, inadvertently, she found that the white-faced tiger king in Shifeng's arms had pricked up his ears at some point, his eyes were shining, and he cautiously examined the direction of Longyun Mountain, and at the same time blocked Shifeng's sister tightly. Liu Juan keenly sensed that something was about to happen. His eyes stared at the tiger cat's every move without blinking, hoping to learn something from it.

The night was even darker, and occasionally a few traces of moonlight were sprinkled through the gaps in the leaves, and Liu Juan felt that it was at least midnight. The sound of the crowd sleeping soundly flowed through the air, and the red-clothed samurai seemed to be a little sleepy, and everything else was normal. Liu Juan observed for two or three hours, and was sure that there was nothing unusual, and her figure began to slowly move towards the side of the crowd. It moves very slowly, slowly, for fear of alarming the crowd, and even more afraid of alarming the red-clothed samurai.

Fortunately, Liu Juan successfully moved to the most marginal position, which was between the two red-clothed guards, and there happened to be a thick tree. As long as you manage to hide behind a big tree, you will be considered to have escaped from the crowd. Liu Juan was lying quietly under the tree in this position, not daring to act rashly, but patiently staying up for about an hour. Finally, it was found that the red-clothed guards, although still standing, had closed their eyes and were in a state of sleep.

Seeing the opportunity, Liu Juan no longer hesitated, and used the willow leaf blade peak skill, like a fluttering leaf, floating to the back of the big tree. After stabilizing his breath a little, he shot towards the other party in Bluestone Villa. Looking at Liu Juan's departing back, a soft sneer came from under the black veil, the voice was very small, like a drop of water in the sea, and it was quickly drowned in a sound sleep.

With a "bald purr", a small flying bird was raised into the air from the man's hand with that sneer. That action, in the dark night, beautifully painted a red-colored fan-shaped picture, extremely beautiful, full of confidence and disdain.