After the two of them were full of food and drink, they sat there and waited quietly, waiting until the sun turned into sunset, until the air changed from dry to humid, and when the temperature changed from hot to slightly cool.

Mu Chenhao was really a little puzzled by this purposeless waiting, and asked, "Yan Lingchuan, why haven't the people waiting for it come yet?"

Yan Lingchuan's face was embarrassed for a long time, in fact, he had thought of a big question just before: He killed all those people, who would go to the mountain to ventilate and report the news?

Thinking about it, he reached out and pinched his chin slightly embarrassed, and didn't answer Mu Chenhao's question: "What's the hurry, continue to wait." ”

What about the brain? Yan Lingchuan asked himself in his heart, no wonder he and Mu Chenhao always felt that something was missing these days. But why is it always a lot stupid when walking with this little hairy child, Yan Lingchuan is very puzzled. rubbed his slightly aching head, no wonder, blame only the sins made in his previous life.

Thinking around, there is always a time to replace the bandits, Yan Lingchuan comforted himself in his heart.

Mu Chenhao waited a little bored, in the past, when he was in the pile of rocks, he used sleep to fill his boredom, but now it is still the same and will not change, so he found a comfortable place everywhere, and he was not afraid of some fierce beasts or bandits or something around, after all, Yan Lingchuan was watching beside him, and he fell asleep with his head up.

When I woke up again, my eyes were already dark, and I rubbed my sleepy eyes a few times, and I couldn't see the people around me, so I said: "It's dark." ”

"Hmm. In the darkness, a faint response came, very reassuring.

Mu Chenhao got up, intending to find some dry wood to burn some firelight to drive away the cold caused by the night, but just as he was about to make a move, he was accurately stopped by a big hand, looked up blankly, and vaguely felt that the owner of that hand slowly got up, as if he had guessed his thoughts.

"No need to order, those people won't come, let's go up the mountain. ”

"What are you doing up the mountain?" asked Mu Chenhao.

"Be the bad guy. Yan Lingchuan replied.

On Niancun Mountain, the lights are bright, and you can hear the noisy noise and roaring laughter in the distance. It seems that it is too easy to come by property or something, basically every day to feast on meat and meat, all of them are fat and fat, and they live comfortably, even if they lose their arms and legs due to the fight for goods, they are also comfortable. A few bandits who should have gone down the mountain to replace a wave of sentry were drunk and slumped under the table, snoring and sleeping, and they did not know the life and death of foreign affairs.

There are a lot of village bases on the top of Nian Cun Mountain, except for a few residences, most of them are places where messy goods are piled up. And the innermost, there is a huge house, the top of the big "Tiger Roaring Hall" three characters are crooked and oblique above the mansion, by the second master to write a personal book, here is the core of Nian Cun Mountain.

At this time, the writer of Tiger Roaring Hall, Song Budemon, known as the Flower Snake, left a long beard, his face was flushed with a few taels of farmhouse brew, and he laughed obscenely and heartily, and laughed with other minions. Not for anything else, it is precisely because a few days ago I went down the mountain and secretly came back with a little lady with a beautiful face and moon appearance in Tianyan Capital, and because the little lady's fierce temperament was hungry for a few days, I thought that it was almost enough, and tonight was a beautiful day to promote good things. Remembering the delicate face of the little lady and the gentle graceful body under the clothes, Rao was overwhelmed by the strength of the wine and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

The other minions also took advantage of the strength of the wine, constantly touting Song Budemon's kung fu in bed and a few points of ink in his stomach, which made this flower snake very useful and more and more happy.

After drinking so much that Song Budemon's sick white face was dyed a few touches of red, he got up and staggered: "Brothers, eat and have fun, Uncle Ben will take care of the little lady first." When the words came out, they attracted bursts of cheers and wanton shouting.

Song Budemon also smiled, couldn't help but be helped, and left by himself. After a few turns, Song Budemon came to a room, and the two guards in front of the door looked at Song Budemon's eyes and saluted: "The second is in charge." ”

Song Budemon retained a trace of sobriety in his drinking, nodded, but it was also a little similar to the mean and pedantic Mr. Private School, looking into the room through the door with triangular eyes, two fingers pinching the handful of goatee under his chin, and asked, "How is it?"

One person replied: "Well, after being hungry for a few days, I was only fed water and a little dry food, and the movement was indeed a little smaller than before, and I was a lot more honest." ”

Hearing this, Song Buxian waved his hand: "You two go, don't get in the way." Both of them nodded obediently, looked at each other with a meaningful smile, and walked away quickly.

When the two of them went away, a very obscene smile suddenly appeared on Song Budemon's face, pushed the door and walked in, looking at the pretty woman who was tied with a rope in front of the bed, the candle flame lined it with more flattery, maybe a few days of hunger, and a little more weakness from the breeze, so that this flower snake dog's heart was big, and the evil fire could not be stopped. When he blew out the candles, the whole room was dark, Song Budemon's heart was surging, his eyes flickered in the night, and he only saw the people on the bed, but nothing else.

"Thief, such a blatant robber of Tianyandu, aren't you afraid that Tianyandu will investigate and destroy your bandit's nest?" The weak female voice came intermittently from the front, although it was crisp and moving, it was slightly deficient due to weakness.

Song Budemon heard enough, and instead of thinking about it, he replied with a smile: "Little lady, do you still think that you will come to Yandu that day? That King of Raushzi only cares about his own pleasure, when did he take care of you? You continued to scold first, thinking that the hungry little lady would lose her strength in a few days, and when the good thing was done, she would be entertained with good wine and meat." As he spoke, he began to take off his clothes. When the woman heard the sound of squirming, she couldn't help but breathe rapidly: "Thief, if you dare to come, I will bite my tongue and kill myself." ”

"Heh, hahahaha. After hearing this, Song Budemon actually laughed: "Bite your tongue and kill yourself? Don't say that you still have the strength to bite your tongue, even if you die, what if you die?" Can you stop me from acting wholeheartedly?" While taking off his clothes, he spoke: "I'm afraid that when you are happy, your body will be too weak after being hungry for a few days, and you will not be able to catch up with sudden death in one breath, which will disturb my interest." ”

Listening to Song Budemon's disgusting words, the woman was extremely angry, and struggled with the last trace of strength to be tied up with a very strong rope, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Two lines of clear tears, hard to see at night.

She also hoped that someone would come to the rescue like a fairy god and slaughter this mountain of bandits, and she also longed that Tianyan would have soldiers to level this Niancun Mountain, but this little bit, some of them, turned into despair, and her heart was like ashes.

Saying that, Song Budemon took off the last piece of clothing on his body, the naked Song Budemon was not so much a "flower snake" as it was to scold a big mouse, the appearance of the thief's eyebrows and rat's eyes and this weak body, it was impossible to see in the dark night, otherwise he had to vomit a few mouthfuls to spit out the contents of his stomach to be happy.

Song Budemon laughed a few times, rubbed his hands very casually, bowed his already short body, and walked towards the bed.

"Knock knock!" there was a sharp knock behind him. Song Budemon was furious, and dared to disturb the interesting story he was experiencing, and scolded: "Didn't you let you go?"

Outside the door, he was obviously afraid of Song Buxian's angry words, and he trembled: "Second leader, someone came up to the mountain and said that he wanted to kill some good people." Song Budemon listened, and held back his anger: "Kill a good person?

"One... A child who is no more than a teenager. ”

Song Budemon finally burst out of anger in his heart when he heard this laughable words, and immediately reached out and took a piece of ornament next to him and threw it in the direction of the door, and then there was a loud bang, and the ornament slammed the door and trembled a few times, and then fell to the ground and was smashed: "Bastard! A teenage child also came to ask me, what do you eat, don't you know how to do it?"

"Boss... Boss. The person who came wanted to say something, but was stopped by Song Budemon: "If you don't get out, I will cut you and throw it out to feed the pigs." ”

Finally, the man gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "That child is amazingly strange, and he knows how to use some methods, and he has already broken several of our brothers." ”

Song Budemon is already a yin worm, except for the beauty on the bed, he can't take care of it anymore, and he sharpened his throat: "No matter how strange it is, it's a milky hairy thief, and the one hundred and ten men in the village can't kill a thief?"

After hearing this, the people were frightened and afraid, and they didn't dare to say anything anymore, so they turned their heads and walked away quickly.

Waiting for the voice of the visitor to disappear, Song Buyou stroked his chest that was constantly rising and falling due to anger, and after a moment's pause, he found that most of his interest had disappeared, and he smelled of wood.

Inexplicably irritable for a moment, I began to congratulate myself that I had gone to private school for a few years, read a few spring palace essays, and recited a few words silently in my mind, and the ancient tree rose again like spring.

Chang Shu took a breath of nonsense in his chest, looked at the direction of the bed and smiled: "Little lady, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

walked about two steps, but vaguely looked at a vague figure sitting up on the bed, and smiled happily and smoothly: "I was still afraid that the little lady would not be able to stand the death, and I didn't expect that the little lady still had the strength left, and she couldn't bear Yu Huanzhi to sit up, so let me help the little lady untie the dead rope on her body, so that the little lady can relax and relax." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the bed, touched the edge of the bed and sat down, the two hands were very dishonest and stretched out, first thinking of rubbing the soft and boneless delicate little hands, and then slowly going deeper along the little hands......

Thinking about it, the more and more happy, the more like an emotional badger dolphin, I don't know what to say.

A handful finally grabbed the little hands, and was smiling, gradually solidifying.

The touch in his hands was not the tightness and delicacy he imagined, but the feeling of tightness and roughness, Song Budemon even mistakenly felt that these hands were much bigger than his own, and much more powerful than his own.

Hesitating, Song Budemon spoke: "Little lady-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a strong male voice that broke his heart for life, and every time he thought of it, he would find it difficult to have sex again: "Big official, this black light is blind, you are so interested,"

"It's not shallow. ”