When the black-clothed hall master heard this, he was the first to turn around, look at the white-haired young man and say, "Did you call us?"

The white-haired boy laughed, "Is there anyone else here?" ”

"What's the matter?" asked the black-clothed hall master.

"You dropped something, I believe it was the young lady. The white-haired boy stretched out his palm, and a doll-shaped sachet was placed on it. The black-clothed hall master thought that this young man would say something embarrassing, but he couldn't help but laugh just to return a sachet, so he hurriedly said: "This is not our thing, you are mistaken." ”

"It's mine! give it back to me!" said softly.

When the white-haired boy heard this, he walked over slowly, wanting to return the sachet to the breeze.

The black-clothed hall master cast a suspicious glance at Feng Qing, but Feng Qingrou ignored it, only glanced at him, and immediately raised his feet and ran towards the white-haired young man.

"Miss, the things belong to their original owners, and you must take care of them in the future!" said the white-haired young man as he put the sachet in Feng Qingrou's hand.

Feng gently rolled his eyes, his heart was horizontal, and he suddenly hid behind the white-haired young man, and said to him: "Brother, help me, they want to arrest me back, they are all bad people!"

The white-haired young man was quite surprised when he heard this, but then he put on a look of spirit, touched his delicate nose with his thumb and said, "Don't worry, I will never refuse the request of a beauty." ”

"Looks like there's another idiot flower protector?" said the black-clothed hall master in a quiet voice.

"You'll soon regret saying that. The white-haired boy clenched his fists, clenching them and looking unusually calm.

"Let my white-faced twins play with you first. With a wave of his hand, the two attendants immediately raised the ghost head knife and rushed towards the white-haired boy.

The white-haired young man also stepped forward to catch up, and just as Xingfei was lightning, he attacked a punch on the left and right, hitting the white-faced and double-chested lower abdomen. No one could see exactly how he threw his punches, and his speed and power had already reached incredible levels. The white-faced man slowly straightened up, clenched his right fist, stared at the black-clothed hall master in front of him and said, "The next one is you!"

Seeing the white-haired young man's victory, the wind gently increased his confidence, clapped his hands and smiled: "If you play well, the handsome guy will win!"

"Am I really that handsome?" the white-haired boy suddenly smiled softly at the wind.

"It's so handsome, hit him, don't show mercy!" said the wind softly.

"I didn't think you were so young, and you really had two brushes. The black-clothed hall master said, "However, if you want to win me, I'm afraid it's not time yet." ”

"Really, why don't you come up and teach me my fist?" said the white-haired boy.

"You're not fast enough!" the black-clothed hall leader said to the crowd, and a punch flew into the moon, hitting the white-haired young man in the face. The white-haired boy couldn't dodge, and was blasted out by this punch, and before he could get up, the second punch arrived, this time it was head-on. The white-haired boy hurriedly flipped his body and almost couldn't avoid it. When the third punch hit, the white-haired young man had already stood up, and began to fight with the black-clothed hall master in turn.

"It's not fast enough, hurry up!" said the black-clothed hall master loudly as he played.

"You're nothing more than that!" the white-haired boy sneered.

"That's a mistake!" Before the sound fell, the black-clothed hall master threw out his fists together, and the sound hit the white-haired young man's chest.

The white-haired boy flew backwards and fell to the ground.

The wind was so frightened that he covered his mouth in shock.

The black-clothed hall master slowly walked towards the white-haired boy, he expected that this blow would be enough to disable his opponent. However, the truth is often unexpected, and the white-haired boy slowly stood up from the ground again. He hung his head, clenched his fists, and spat out a sentence from between his teeth: "Is this your strength?"

"You...... You can still stand up......" The black-clothed hall master looked at the murderous white-haired young man in horror and said in a trembling voice.

"I haven't exerted my strength yet...... the white-haired young man said coldly, "Sonic Fist!" Almost at the same time, a steely fist spat out, blasting the black-clothed hall master twenty meters away in one fell swoop!

The black-clothed hall master fell to the ground and spat blood, and staggered up again, but he didn't dare to fight, he chose to run backwards and retreat!

Seeing that the boss was defeated, how could he not panic? Naturally, he could go as fast as he could, and he disappeared after a while.

Seeing that they were far away, Feng gently stepped forward to thank the white-haired young man, "Thank you for saving me, but why don't you kill them? As long as they don't die, sooner or later they will come to catch me." ”

The white-haired young man wiped a handful of sweat and sighed: "Don't hide it, Miss, just now it was just a fluke win, I can't punch so fast every time, and my physical strength is almost exhausted, I'm afraid I can't even beat you now." ”

"Is it that exaggerated?" questioned the wind softly, "if you can't land that punch, won't you die?"

"Perhaps!" said the white-haired boy, "you have given me endless motivation, you are really my lucky star, you are the one who saved me." ”

"Anyway, you saved me, and I don't know how to thank you. "The wind is soft.

"Maybe this is fate, right?" said the white-haired boy, "If you hadn't dropped that sachet, we would have had to pass by." ”

"This sachet is not mine. "The wind is soft.

"What?" exclaimed the white-haired boy, "so you took the opportunity to ask me for help?"

"Huh?" said the wind softly, "What, you regret it?"

"No, I'm glad you did. The white-haired young man smiled and said, "My name is Meng Qi, Qin Mengqi, haven't you asked?"

"My name is Wind Gentle. ”

"If you don't mind, let's make friends, shall we?" Qin Mengqi gently stretched out his right hand to the wind.

Feng gently accepted, shook Mengqi's hand, and said, "You're a funny guy, much better than that wood." ”

"Wood, what wood?" said Monchi.

Feng said softly: "He is a bounty swordsman, by the way, he is injured, you help people to the end, can you rush back with me to see him?"

"No problem, you lead the way. Monchi readily agreed.

So, the two of them rushed to the direction of the wooden house together.

When she returned to the cabin, she found that there was no one in the house, not even her mother's body.

"What's going on? I just left, why did I disappear without a trace?"

"What the hell is going on?" asked Monchi.

So, the wind gently explained what had happened. "I guess the wounded brother took your mother's body away in order to bury her. ”

"He was seriously injured at the time, it was good to be able to leave on his own, and did he still have the strength to take my mother's body?" said the wind softly. "That's right, in such a short period of time, his self-recovery ability is too strong. Monchi was also a little dazed.

"I'm worried about him, and I want to get my mother's body back...... What should I do?" said the wind as he paced back and forth in small steps.

"It's not early, why don't you come to my house for a night, and I'll accompany you to your friend tomorrow, and I'll be clear when I ask him." Monchi suggested.

There was no better way to be gentle with the wind, so I had to bow my head slightly and agree at the moment.