Lu Jian nodded, looked at it, then rolled up his sleeves and walked away. Pick vegetables, wash rice, make a fire, boil water, put the rice and vegetables in the pot, and add salt.

Methodical and in one go.

The man in black looked at Lu Press's hands and feet for a while, and he secretly admired it. The little fat man seems to be used to doing these things himself.

When Lu Jian held a bowl of steaming vegetable porridge for the little girl to drink, the little girl was really hungry, her body was weak, and she didn't have time to be polite, so she drank it all.

Lu Jian looked at the little girl's gradually recovering the bloody vegetable leaves on her lips, which was really funny.

After thinking about it, Lu Jian secretly took out some sweet potatoes from the Qiankun bag and roasted them on the stove.

After a while, the tangy aroma came out, and Lu Jian turned over a few sweet potatoes, holding his cheeks in both hands and smiling as he watched the skin of the roasted sweet potatoes turn black little by little.

For this child, who has been poor since childhood, it seems that this is the only time of the day, when watching the sweet potatoes become ripe little by little, and the aroma is getting stronger and stronger, is the happiest time of the day.

The aroma of the roasted sweet potato seemed to be irresistible even to the man in black, so when Lu Jian handed him a piping hot sweet potato, he took it without hesitation.

Seeing that Zeng Jiayu and the man in black kept turning their hands because of the heat, and they were willing to wait for the cold to break open and gnaw on the golden sweet potato pulp, Lu Jian smiled even sweeter, and he asked softly, "Sweet potatoes are sweet, right?" The two people nodded again and again, but refused to let go of the sweet potatoes in their mouths and say a word.

Lu Jian was satisfied, and he also held a sweet potato, slowly sat down against the wall, and nibbled quietly. A line of tears secretly flowed out of the corners of his eyes, "Uncle He, are you okay?"

Zeng Jiayu had food in her stomach, her body was warm, and her spirit was much better. Lu Jian asked her to lie down first, and the cover was covered to rest first. And Lu Jian cleaned up the house by himself, and then returned to the back room and found a corner to lie down.

The man in black was lying on the bed, looking at the little fat man who was snoring slightly because of fatigue, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the morning of the forest, the birds wake up early, and they chirp happily, as if to welcome the arrival of a new day.

Lu Jian was woken up by the bird's call, he looked up at the bed and found that the man in black was no longer in bed. got up and came out, and saw that Zeng Jiayu was already able to go to the ground, meditating and spitting. Lu Jian quietly walked out of the tree house, and the sunlight outside the house pierced into the forest like lightsabers.

Lu Pressure looked around, but he didn't see the man in black, so he chopped wood and boiled water as usual. Make some porridge and rice.

At this moment, a white dove suddenly flew in the sky, docked on the platform of the tree house, and on the feet of the white dove, a small red ribbon was tied. At the same time, the man in black suddenly jumped out of nowhere, he saw the white pigeon, his expression changed slightly, he took the white pigeon, untied the red brocade belt on his feet, there was a word on it, there was only one sentence: "Wolves, 11"

The eyes of the man in black emitted a cold light, and his face, which had been expressionless, appeared angry for the first time. He looked at the edge of the forest and said to himself in a cold voice, "Are you really going to kill them all?"

The man in black still said coldly to the landing pressure: "Quickly pack up your things, leave here with your friends, I will have an enemy chasing after me in a while." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Lu Pressure to answer, he flew up to the branch of a big tree and stared into the distance.

Lu Jian hurriedly entered the tree house and told Zeng Jiayu about the matter.

Zeng Jiayu said hesitantly: "This senior has a cold face and a warm heart, we bothered all night last night, if you leave without saying a word, it seems inappropriate, Brother Lu, do you think this is good, let's hide aside and observe for a while, if we can help, it's best, if we can't help, Brother Lu's barge is very fast, but it's not too late to leave." ”

Lu Jian glanced at the little girl and said, "What you said is exactly what I want, I was afraid that your body will not recover well just now, since you also think so, let's watch it secretly." ”

After discussing it, the two of them quietly walked out of the tree house and found a thick tree nearby to hide.

The man in black frowned slightly when he saw their movements at the end of the tree, and ignored them, just observing the movement in the distance.

At the edge of the distant woods, there were birds flying one after another, and with the eyes of the man in black, he could see some lights moving in a flash.

The man in black gently pulled the sword out of the sheath, leaned down, like a civet cat, jumped on the branch, quickly and agilely fell to the nearby tree, and then jumped continuously, at this time, he bowed his head and waist, light and elegant, not like a person, but like a butterfly fluttering gently...... Deadly butterflies.

At the edge of the woods, eleven big men in blood-red robes were cautiously walking towards the depths of the woods with swords, each of them a few steps apart, moving in unison and with a steady pace. Looking at the breath and movements, they are definitely veterans of killing.

Eleven big men slowly searched forward with the same rhythm. The target is the treehouse of the man in black in the forest.

Suddenly, the big man on the far left roared angrily, waving the long sword in his hand, but he didn't see who the opponent was, and then, with a miserable scream, the big man threw away the long sword, hugged his throat, and slowly slid to the ground.

Almost at the same time as he fell to the ground, the red-clothed man beside him also let out a strange scream, jumped up into the air, and then, as if he had been punched heavily, he fell straight to the ground, and he also covered his throat with his hand, killing him instantly.

The rest of the red-robed people didn't react at all when they saw their companion killed. Still indifferently holding his sword, but at the same time he moved closer and gathered around in small steps in the direction of his companion falling to the ground.

Suddenly, the leaves on the ground seemed to be ejected, and then flew all over the sky, like countless colorful butterflies, falling in a row.

Just as the leaves were fluttering, a cold light shuttled by, and a red-robed man covered his throat, his eyes were dead and empty, and he rolled to the ground.

This time, although the red-robed man died, it also revealed the whereabouts of the black-robed man.

The remaining 8 big men stabbed forward with their long swords at the same time, and the sword qi turned into a blood-colored wolf head, stabbing towards a big tree trunk, and the 8 wolves bit together, and the big tree was blasted into several sections, and sawdust flew all over the place.

The black-clothed man's body smoothed backwards, dodging the sword qi wolf's head. The eight red-robed men swung their long swords, and the blood-colored wolf heads quickly pursued, biting all over the black-clothed man's body.

The man in black danced with his long sword and swung away 7 blood wolves, but he couldn't block the head of the blood wolf that bit his left leg, and in an instant, a piece of flesh was torn off from his left leg.

The black-clothed man's face was as cold as usual, as if it was not his left leg.

He tapped his right foot on the ground, and his whole body seemed to have lost weight, and he flew up gently, flying strangely, and actually crashed directly into the front of the 8 red-robed people, and the long sword clicked twice, and then flew backwards.

This time, he didn't stop nearby, and drifted in the direction of his treehouse in the woods.