The two on the roof looked at each other and disappeared into the mist in an instant.

......

As the sun rises, the fog thins and the cloud-shrouded green forest becomes clearer.

The two walked in the woods and did not walk very fast.

Because I don't want to go fast.

"Uncle Qi, do you say that group of people are really Lishu soldiers?" Ning Junxi stopped under a big tree, rubbed the mud on the soles of his shoes, and grabbed a dead branch and picked at it.

"Young Master Letter?" Qi Shi also raised his foot and rubbed it on the trunk.

"I don't know, I haven't seen a serious army, and there are no books. Ning Jun regretted losing the dead branch and shook his hand.

Qi Shi was not surprised, "What about intuition?"

Ning Junxi rubbed his head, "The rough stone is generally forbidden to be dispatched privately, and civilian smugglers are even more of a big crime to kill their heads, but if King Qing of Lishu covers the sky with one hand, it is reasonable, but it is a bit too much to leave the two states of Lishu, since he can make the act of abandoning his son and wife at the beginning, it is unlikely that he will do so." ”

"It seems that the young master has a bad impression of King Qing. Qi Shi sighed and changed the subject.

"Naturally it's not good, since the merit is high, you should learn to restrain your edge, so as not to be suspicious of the superiors. Ning Junxi looked back, "But he let his wife and children pay off his debts, and he lived a peaceful life, which is really annoying." ”

Qi Shi lowered his head, covered the look under his eyes, and did not speak again.

Ning Junxi didn't care, and frowned slightly, "Why haven't the hairballs come back, I'm dying of hunger." ”

"Shall I look for it?" Qi Shi suggested.

"Forget it, or we're waiting here, we're waiting for someone anyway. Ning Junxi waved his hand and said.

"Hmm. Qi Shi responded.

Ning Junxi lifted his breath slightly and jumped onto the tree.

Qi Shi looked up and leaned against the trunk of the tree to look behind him.

......

The grass grows and the forest is dense, and the cement pool accumulates.

There was a poorly dressed teenager lying in the mud with his ass pouting, holding his breath.

He carried a wooden knife in the style of an ordinary saber on his back, and a black wine gourd hung from his waist.

Suddenly, he lunged out, his movements crisp and swift.

It's just that the next moment he was like a frosted eggplant, wilting.

There was a stumble in the grass, and the fat rabbit had disappeared.

"I didn't catch it. The young man scratched his head in a frenzy, and his face was covered in mud.

After a moment, he recognized the reality, and one rolled over and fell into the mud, scolding, "Thief God, do you want to starve the master to death?"

It was full of energy, startling a bird in the forest.

When the young man had finished scolding, he felt more comfortable, sat up, pulled off the gourd stopper, lifted the wine gourd and poured it into his mouth, but nothing came out.

He remembered that the wine had been drunk in Lin Jiacheng, and the coils on his body were gone, so he couldn't help but scold his mother, stuffed the gourd, and his childish limbs fluttered, and muddy water splashed everywhere.

Then he stood up, touched the gourd and smashed his mouth, and went deep into the woods covered in mud.

......

When there was a burst of birds flying in the forest, Ning Junxi and Qi Shi also faintly heard this voice.

Ning Junxi sat up abruptly and looked around.

"What's the matter, young master?" Qi Shi asked, looking up.

Ning Junxi just wanted to speak, when a gray shadow crashed into his arms.

Ning Junxi was almost knocked off the tree, and when he looked down, his face was dark.

The hairball was black and rubbed against the muddy water all over his body.

"You ......" Ning Junxi stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and just wanted to reprimand, when he suddenly noticed that there was something in Maoqiu's mouth, and couldn't help frowning, "Spit it out." ”

The furball blinked and shut up.

"Hey, don't eat it. Ning Junxi was startled and reached out to pick the things in the hairball's mouth.

The furball shook its head and struggled hard.

Ning Junxi frowned slightly, slapped the hairball on the neck, the hairball babbled, and he quickly took the thing in his hand.

"Huh?" he was a little surprised, and shouted under the tree, "Uncle Qi, have you lost something?"

Qi Shi jumped on the trunk of the tree in an instant, "The mustard seed ring is gone, but there is a mark on it, and it can't be lost." ”

Ning Junxi was stunned, "I said it earlier, it's not that I won't let you go." ”

Qi Shi didn't speak.

Ning Jun pouted and threw the things in his hand over, "The hairball in its mouth, put it away." ”

Qi Shi took it and looked at it, "Thank you, young master." ”

"Don't be so polite. Ning Jun said helplessly, and jumped down the tree.

Qi Shi also followed.

Ning Jun cherished the hairball, looking at its wilting and drooping appearance, scratching his head.

Furball liked to pick up some rocks and bird eggs and other small things under his bed when he was in the void of the cave, and now he was probably angry that he grabbed his things.

He was just surprised when he grabbed it, the mustard seed ring is a priceless thing, where can the hairball be picked up, and then he found out that it was Uncle Xiao Qi who naturally wanted to return him.

But such a small thing obviously cannot be explained to it.

It's so troublesome, it's so much.

Ning Jun grabbed his hair with annoyance, "I don't care if you make me muddy, don't be angry with me." ”

The hairball drooped in both ears.

Ning Junxi blinked, surprised in his heart, it was not bullied by something, but it was Xue Linglong, what dared to bully it.

Forget it, forget it, whatever.

Ning Junxi no longer took care of the hairball, felt that he had forgotten something, and he didn't think about it anymore, so he didn't think about it anymore, left the tree, continued to move forward, and greeted, "Uncle Qi, let's go." ”

"Yes, young master. Qi Shi followed.

......

The wind blows the grass and trees.

Several figures quickly swept out of the forest.

The boxes on the path were opened, and stones of all sizes were scattered, and no man or horse survived.

Several figures searched each box and gathered together.

"It's not artificial. One person looked at the person at the head and said indifferently.

"You can see it at a glance. The leader sneered, and said politely to a tall and thin man behind him, "Trouble Mr. Wu." ”

"Under the duty. Mr. Wu said lightly.

He took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, waved it in the air, and his fingers drew a mysterious trajectory, a little farther away, "Go!"

The yellow paper burned in an instant, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

A scene appeared in the green smoke.

A snow-white monster swept through the carriage and horses, and everyone fell, and the blood dissolved into the stagnant water.

Then, the monster turned its head to look.

That glance, from the perspective of several people, seemed to look at them, and the red on his forehead was particularly eye-catching.

Several people shook their bodies.

Mr. Wu suddenly groaned, convulsed and fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices.

The picture was distorted in that moment, turning into green smoke and passing away.

"Mr. Wu!" The leader hurriedly squatted down to help Mr. Wu stabilize his injuries, "How can this be?"

"That monster is something you and I can't provoke, and we need to report it to the adults as soon as possible. Mr. Wu wiped the blood from his face and said hoarsely.

"Maybe you can see who is behind the scenes?" said the leader calmly.

"It's not enough. Mr. Wu bowed his head in shame.

The person at the head nodded, his face was solemn, and he raised his head and ordered, "Cheng three, Cheng four, escort Mr. Wu back to report to the adult." ”

The two nodded, picked up Mr. Wu, and turned and swept into the woods.

The person at the head took out a piece of incense and lit it, saw the smoke to the northeast, and beckoned, "Chase!"

Several figures swept away.

The surroundings were quiet again, only the wind blew and the grass was miserable.