He couldn't tell her that he was really relieved to see the white cat jumping out.

I'm sorry, he was silent.

The white cat understood this mouth shape, flicked its tail, snorted, and turned its head away from looking at him. In the final analysis, this kid only uses the wooden bell and her as a tool, and he can abandon it at a critical moment to save his life.

Actually, she quite appreciates it.

The boy turned the sentry over on the ground, then reached out and touched him.

Two taels of broken silver, three green onion cakes, a wine bag, and some messy sundries.

You shouldn't drink while standing guard, this guy is clearly violating the ban.

The boy immediately put away the silver and green onion cakes, and then pulled out three fireworks from the clutter.

The three fireworks are different in size and style, one wrapped in red paper, one wrapped in yellow paper, and one wrapped in white paper.

Robbers in the mountains don't have nothing to do with fireworks. These three fireworks canisters can only be used to send signals to inform the front mountain.

The boy picked up the fire pleat.

Is this kid actually planning to send out a signal? Chitose thought to himself, no wonder he rejected his offer to cover his eyes, it turned out that he was planning to do more than just cross that mountain road. He was willing to risk his life, thinking of borrowing the equipment in the hands of the sentries to mobilize the mountain bandits and block the officers and soldiers behind.

Their plan was not thorough from the beginning, and there was no way to do it, so they could only take it one step at a time. Although the boy successfully approached the core area of Poison Fang Mountain, how to stir up the spark between the mountain bandits, Mu Po and the officers and soldiers has never been a case.

The unexpected appearance of this watchtower is a great opportunity!

Thinking of this, Chitose couldn't help but lean over and patted the fireworks with the cat's paws: "Different colors represent different meanings." Which one are you going to release?" she's an adult with a lot of them, so she doesn't care about him! What's the use of being angry with this guy? You can only be angry with yourself, anyway, he's just going to keep silent from beginning to end.

In the event of an accident, the sentry on the watchtower should choose different fireworks according to the actual situation. But the boy and Chitose don't know the meaning behind these tubes, how to choose?

The boy answered her question with practical actions -

He climbed the watchtower and lit a fire, sending both red and yellow fireworks into the sky.

I have to say that the quality of these fireworks is really excellent, straight to the sky, blooming at a high place, and popping twice to explode the fire trees and silver flowers in the sky.

At this time, it is getting late, the sky is dark, and the fireworks are extraordinarily bright. Not to mention the fact that it comes with a loud noise, which can wake you up even if you really fall asleep.

The two fireworks went up to the sky, and the bandit nest must know that there was a mess in the back mountain, a big mess.

That's enough.

"It's been a long time since I've seen fireworks in the world, and it's pretty good. Chitose smiled and groaned, "You still don't want to leave, staying here is only a dead end." "They stirred up such a big movement in the Bald Stone Mountain, whether it was officers and soldiers or mountain bandits, they would speed up their pace.

Without any further urging from her, the boy picked up the basket and left.

Over the bald rocky mountain, there is a brown horse tied to the valley below the watchtower, grazing leisurely. The boy saw that it had a wooden badge tied to its back, and knew it was the sentry's mount.

There was still some distance from here to the front and back mountains, and it was impossible for him to go back and forth with his back and forth.

The horse was a little resistant to seeing the living man, but with Chitose present, he was quickly pacified (ordered?), obediently allowing the boy to adjust the length of his pedals and climb onto the horse's back.

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After a long time of advancement, the boy finally walked out of the dense forest.

In front of you is an open green space. The dense fog was gone here, and the sun at the end of Shen Shi was too gentle, casting a little golden light on the tips of the grass.

The end of the poor mountains and bad waters is picturesque.

The boy didn't have time to appreciate it.

Along the way, he carried the bamboo basket to his chest, and then he untied the basket before going to the stream to drink happily.

Then, the boy sat down on the boulder on the shore and panted.

He was only eight years old, and although he was tough by nature and his physical strength was far superior to that of ordinary children, it was almost impossible to even drive dozens of miles of mountain roads.

Chitose didn't know how he persevered, and looked up at him again for this.

The white cat jumped out of the basket and quickly climbed a big tree, with a light and graceful movement, full of vitality - it was carried by the boy all the way, and there was no physical exertion, and it was very energetic at this time.

The canopy of the trees in the higher places is also very thick, and if you are an outsider, you can probably only see endless branches and leaves. But this is not the case in Chitose's eyes.

It squatted down on the treetops, and even listened intently for a while, before jumping back to the boy from the tree, and said with a smile, "The owner of this mountain forest has gone to give a gift." Don't worry, you can rest for a while. "The fireworks released earlier were too loud, and the mountain bandits were neither deaf nor blind, and they had already moved.

In fact, she doesn't need to say it, he has to rest.

He was completely out of strength, and both legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move a step. The boy had never been so tired in his life, and when he had calmed down, he took off his pants.

Chitose watched from the sidelines, rarely without making a noise.

This kind of daily action is now extremely laborious to do. He grinned and pulled off his pants, and Chitose could see that his inner thighs were red and swollen, and his skin was worn out. The blood had also stained his pants, which had dried up by this time, and the wound and the fabric were sticking together. If he exerted force, the flesh was torn off, so he was extra careful in his movements.

Despite this, he sweated from the pain on his forehead.

"You've never ridden a horse before. As soon as he finished speaking, Chitose knew that he had said a word of nonsense. After this kid met her, he had the blessing to ride a horse, right? It's just that the saddle is very hard, and beginners will inevitably wear out their legs after riding for a long time. He also gritted his teeth and rode for two days, and it was a miracle that his two legs were not scrapped.

He couldn't close his legs together and walked like a crab. Watching the boy struggling to wipe his wounds and wash away the blood stains by the water, the white cat took out two ginseng whiskers as thin as toothpicks from the bamboo basket and told him: "Chew it and put it in your mouth to replenish your vitality." ”

He was so tired that he was about to collapse, and he needed it. But where did it come from?

Chitose saw through his eyes and said angrily: "This is Wu Laoba's private collection." He gave ginseng to Old Man Huang, and he stole two thin whiskers, but the old man couldn't find it anyway. And then it fell into her hands.

The boy bit the ginseng whisker into his mouth and took out the gold sore medicine and applied it to his leg. The cool feeling from the wound made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

I used to rush with a strong breath, but now when I sit down, I feel stiff all over, and I can't even move my fingers.

But he knew that what was next would be the highlight of the adventure. What he has to do now is to seize the time to recuperate.

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In the middle of the valley.

Looking at Granny Mu's medicine field, Wang Xiang approached Wu Laoba's side and said in a low voice: "Who was the person who originally served Granny Mu, and where did he go?" He remembered that Granny Mu said just now that he was a "new person", and if there is new, there will naturally be old.

Wu Laoba tilted his head sideways, and his voice was like a gnat: "How many corpses are there in the pit where you just threw the corpses?"

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