When the boy returned, half an hour had passed, and he was holding a small plate in his hand.

Putting the green gourd and the flask on the table, panting and sweating profusely.

Qing Han directly picked up the wine jug, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The green and sweet taste is clear and scorching.

The boy didn't leave, his eyes full of curiosity.

At that time, Huang Jiao took twenty catties, and was swallowed by the horse's tongue, and he seemed to be far from satisfied.

Then the stock was emptied and some forage was fetched.

It's like a child again, and it's endlessly tantrum.

There was really no way, so I ran a few streets to find someone to bring a cart to the horse, and the horse stopped.

Later, it was even more strange to sell wine for this guest, this gourd was only the size of two palms.

It's like a bottomless pit, and I was stunned to scoop half of the vat with a wine lift, but it was still not full.

In the end, he simply pressed the gourd into the wine vat and sucked three large wine vasks before it overflowed.

But in the hand, it is as heavy as an empty gourd, and the end is quite magical.

After a few glances at the black sword that was put aside by Qing Han, the young man looked thoughtful.

Outside the wine shop, there were horses' hooves stomping, wheels turning, and squeaking.

Qing Han looked sideways for a moment, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

There were only a few prisoner carts, each with three women in the cage, escorted by a dozen or so men.

These women are all young, fair-skinned and beautiful, and some are still childish, shrunk in a corner and cry in horror.

As for these dozen or so big men, they are all purple-skinned and red-eyed, tall and abnormal, bald on the top of their heads, and holding curved axes in their hands.

Everywhere the prison vans passed, there were people coming and going.

Some people just unintentionally glance at it, and then do what they should do.

Some people don't even look at it, and when they hear the sound from afar, they consciously get out of the way.

People also seem to be accustomed to the strange looks of those big men, and there is nothing surprising about it.

Qing Han looked at the young man next to him.

The boy's gaze shifted with the convoy, his brow shifting between furrowed and fluffy.

Qing Han drank all the wine in the small pot in his hand.

Unscrewed the green gourd stopper, took a sip, pressed the stopper tightly, shook the gourd again, and tied it around his waist.

Qing Han's cheeks were slightly red, and seeing that the young man had not come back to his senses, he waved his hand in front of his eyes, and smiled slightly:

"What's the matter, the young man thinks of spring?"

The young man's face was flushed when he heard this, he scratched his head, was a little embarrassed, and said awkwardly:

"What did the guest officer say, the little one had already visited the church, and he already had a wife, so he didn't dare to go to the morning and evening. ”

Qing Han smiled for a moment, scratched his cheek, and helped his forehead.

Then he looked very strange and pricked the young man.

The boy was uncomfortable, and even shivered.

I didn't understand what this person meant, so I began to change the subject:

"Do you think it's strange?"

Qing Han lowered his eyes, rubbed the meridian acupoint, flicked the table leg with his index finger, and said casually:

"Do you think it's strange then?"

The boy's words were stagnant, not knowing how to answer, but an impulse suddenly rose.

I wanted to reach out and touch it, leaning on the black sword beside me.

Seeing that Qing Han had no intention of stopping it, the young man withdrew his palm when he was about to touch it.

The young man stared at the black sword, his eyes were not focused, and his voice was high and low:

"The outside world is bloody, what's wrong here? They are all the same when they come, and they will be happy in a short time......"

Qing Han was silent for a while, shook his body, took the scabbard and put it at his side, and said softly:

"It's good if you're happy. ”

Put down the money to buy wine, Qinghan is about to leave.

But there was still a young man's sigh behind him:

"But she was always unhappy and wanted to leave ......"

Qing Han didn't stop, not wanting to ask who it was.

Just walked out of the liquor store for a while.

Two men dressed as yachas, with fierce faces and shackles in their hands, stepped into the liquor shop.

Qing Han stopped and looked back, and the young man was taken away by them, and his head and limbs were tied.

This attracted a flow of people, pointing fingers at him along the way.

Qing Han got some useful information in the chaotic noise.

For some unknown reason, the young man killed his wife.

Long before stepping into the wine shop, Qing Han smelled a faint smell of blood on this young man.

Qing Han rubbed his eyebrows vigorously and looked at the pale red tobacco in his palm.

Whispered the chasing spell that had not been used for a long time, and followed the wisp of red silk away.

Until it gets dark.

Qing Han walked to a small courtyard and cut off the red silk horizontally.

There is a small sapling here, and there is a small dirt pit in front of the seedling.

There are traces of recent excavations, as well as a dark red pool of blood.

Qing Han took a closer look, stretched out his index finger and hooked it gently.

A small purple hairpin broke through the ground and gently landed in Qing Han's hand.

I put it under my nose and sniffed it, and a wave of exhaustion rose in my heart.

Walking towards the hut in the courtyard, Qing Han's eyes flickered slightly.

Every step of Qing Han's movement and fall will sound the sound of plucking the strings.

Brush Brush Brush!

Countless colorless filaments suddenly converged, forming a cage that trapped Qing Han.

Qing Han stretched out his finger and touched it slightly, and there was inconspicuous pain on his fingertips.

Withdrawing his hand and taking a slight look, it turned out to be a small crack.

Qing Han unhurriedly took his finger into his mouth, sucking lightly while staring at one place.

The ground trembled slightly, and the mud and sand began to collapse.

After a while, a big man with purple skin and red eyes seemed to get up from the grave.

A few strokes of the mud and sand on his body, the hole when the arm was inserted out, and the curved axe when he was withdrawn.

Stared at the red pupils and observed Qing Han for a while.

Seeing that he should not be able to break free, he carried him with his bare hands.

Swaggering down the streets, without stopping at all.

Encountering a convoy of cages on the road, Dahan put Qing Han on the ground and split the cage with an axe.

Everywhere around Qing Han's body, he clicked several times with one finger to block all his meridian spirit points.

Open a cage and throw Qing Han into it.

Several of the girls inside were trembling with fright.

The big man whispered to the others.

Qing Han sat up, his ears moving slightly, and he listened to their conversation clearly.

A vicious chill rose in his body, and his face gradually turned iron-blue.

Qing Han glanced at the girls in front of him, and their eyes were also on Qing Han, looking at him with different expressions.