Lu Sanchuan hugged Su Qing and ran wildly for half an hour in succession, and finally became exhausted, fell to the ground with Su Qing, and rolled several times before stopping.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, and even if he was buried face down in the dirt, he would not move again.

Su Qing's right arm was already injured, and after such a toss, the wound was even more cracked, but she saw Lu Sanchuan lying prone on the ground, and she couldn't care about her injury, so she hurriedly stood up and ran.

Lu Sanchuan was like a walking corpse, let Su Qing pull him, motionless, and finally heard Su Qing's miserable scream, only to finally raise his head and see that Su Qing's right arm was already dripping with blood. He had to force himself, turned over and sat up, looked at the cold and ruthless land, and symbolically asked, "Qing'er, are you okay?"

Su Qing shook his head and sat down beside him, wanting to comfort him. But she's always been alone, so she doesn't know what it's like to go from despair to hope to ecstasy to despair.

Su Qing just quietly accompanied Lu Sanchuan.

After a long time, Lu Sanchuan finally moved his neck and found that there was a tavern not far ahead.

So he went to the tavern, and took out the five taels of silver that he had, and bought two jars of fine wine.

Obviously, this is a black shop, but Lu Sanchuan didn't care about it, he held a jar of wine in each hand, drank a lot of wine, and walked out of the hotel.

Su Qing was worried about his situation, snatched the wine jar on his left, and ordered with a tough attitude, "Don't drink!

Lu Sanchuan's face sank, and he said in a low voice, "Give it back to me." ”

Su Qing hugged the wine jar and swiped back, "Don't give it!"

Lu Sanchuan aimed at the bottom of the wine jar and kicked up with his right foot.

Although Su Qing was very considerate to Lu Sanchuan, he didn't let him take a step at the moment, lifted his right foot, hooked his toe and pressed it down, and pressed it against his right foot with his heel.

Lu Sanchuan was not good at leg techniques, so after being pressed down like this, there was nothing he could do, and in anger, he added strength to his feet and pushed Su Qing's heels.

Su Qingden lost his balance, threw the wine jar upward, and fell backwards screaming.

Lu Sanchuan felt a little comfortable, stared at the wine jar, and jumped away.

Out of nowhere, a person suddenly jumped out, first reached out and grabbed the wine jar, and then stepped on Lu Sanchuan's face, kicking him back to the ground, and the other wine jar in his hand smashed to the ground and broke his bones.

Lu Sanchuan ate a mouth full of mud. He was already upset and irritable, and this mouthful of mud made him feel like a flat boat floating in the stormy waves, trying to exert himself but with nowhere to catch it.

He screamed, grabbed a handful of mud in his hand, quickly stood up, and threw it at the man who drank with his back to him.

The man seemed to have an eye in the back of his head and slid a step to the left, dodging the mud.

Lu Sanchuan didn't say a word, gathered all his strength, and slashed at the man's vest with one palm.

The man moved to the right again and returned to his original position.

Lu Sanchuan became more and more annoyed, and his palms and fists came out together, and with ten percent of his strength, they blasted out at the man's vest.

The man didn't move his feet, swaying left and right, like a tumbler, easily dodging all of Lu Sanchuan's attacks.

Lu Sanchuan hated his incompetence so much that he cracked his fingers, screamed, and swept his right leg across the man's legs.

The man simply turned the tip of his right foot and bent his knee slightly, so that the incomparably hard patella was facing the right side.

Lu Sanchuan's leg swept away, and his calf was smashed on the man's patella, as if he was kicking on a steel plate, and he couldn't help screaming, falling to the ground, holding his right leg and groaning in pain.

Su Qingqiang endured the pain, tried his best to stand up, ran to protect Lu Sanchuan, and pleaded with the man, "Senior, please be merciful." ”

Lu Sanchuan once again felt that his dignity was trampled on, and he pushed Su Qing away desperately, wanting to fight to the death with that person.

The man turned around and pushed the wine jar in his hand towards Lu Sanchuan.

Lu Sanchuan hadn't run a few steps before he saw the wine jar coming towards him, and subconsciously hugged the wine jar, at a loss.

The man stood on his side with his palm, stabbed with one palm, and smashed the wine jar in Lu Sanchuan's arms to pieces, and then slapped Lu Sanchuan on the cheek.

Lu Sanchuan was furious, turned his face, and before he could say a word, he was slapped again.

After seven slaps, he finally deflated, his feet slipped, and he sat on the ground, as if he was smiling but not laughing, and crying but not crying.

Su Qing hurriedly hugged Lu Sanchuan's right arm, very concerned, "Brother Chuan..."

The man glanced at Su Qing, sighed and shook his head, "Hey, it's a pity for such a good girl..."

Su Qing could tell that the man had no malicious intent, so he had no hostility towards him, but just wanted to help Lu Sanchuan up.

Lu Sanchuan sat firmly on the ground as if his ass had taken root, refusing to stand up.

The man went up to help, "Deal with him, don't do this, look at me." Leaning down, he slapped Lu Mikawa on the cheek again.

"Deal with him like this..." Before he could finish speaking, Su Qing slapped him in the face with a fierce slap, and his voice was loud.

Su Qing finally showed his angry face, his face was red, and he roared hysterically, "Bully him again and believe it or not, I will stomp on you!"

The man called out "ouch", knowing that Su Qing was not easy to mess with, so he hurriedly withdrew a few feet away.

No matter how Su Qing pulled, Lu Sanchuan was still sitting on the ground, motionless.

It's not that Su Qing is weak, and it's not that Lu Sanchuan is determined to sit on the ground.

In fact, Su Qing didn't use much strength.

She understood Lu Sanchuan's mood at this time, and knew that if she forced Lu Sanchuan to do what he didn't want to do, it would only backfire. Therefore, she only dared to use Sancheng's strength, hoping that Lu Sanchuan could follow her own wishes and stand up obediently.

She cares too much about Lu Sanchuan, and she seems to be very humble.

The man was just not far away, looking at the two of them with interest, and then pouted and shook his head, "What an infatuated woman... What a demented man..."

Su Qing ignored him, he felt a little bored, looked at it for a while, shook his head, and walked away.

Until sunset, the two of them still sat in place, not moving.

The man who was slapped by Su Qing was holding a roast chicken in his left hand and a roast chicken in his right hand, humming a small song, swaggering to the two of them, sitting on the spot, and eating the roast chicken.

The aroma of meat quickly reached the noses of Su Qing and Lu Sanchuan.

Su Qing was hungry for a long time, and her stomach screamed twice.

Lu Sanchuan stood up and went to the man's side, his tone was flat, "Senior, give me a roast chicken." ”

The man sat cross-legged on the ground, glanced at him with squinted eyes, and said in a strange manner, "Why should I give it to you?"

Lu Sanchuan's face was calm, not angry or annoyed, "During the day, you drank a jar of wine from me and broke a jar of wine from me, and now I ask you for a roast chicken, isn't it too much?"

The man pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and handed the roast chicken in his right hand to Lu Sanchuan, "It makes sense, take it." ”

Lu Sanchuan took the roast chicken, thanked him, and then returned to Su Qing's side, handed the roast chicken to Su Qing, and said warmly, "Eat." ”

Although Su Qing took the roast chicken, she didn't plan to eat it, raised her head and looked up at Lu Sanchuan, who seemed calm, "But..." Lu Sanchuan raised her hand and stroked her head, she stopped talking and obediently lowered her head to eat the chicken.