"Ah......" Seeing this, Jia Qian hurriedly picked up Dongfang Shiming and prepared to continue to escape.

But the big men in front of him suddenly surrounded them, and all the retreats in all directions were impassable. In the dark, the human wall kept approaching, and the two of them had no way to analyze which side was the weak point that could be broken through.

A big man who rushed over first seemed to be eager to ask for credit for Leng Wushuang's face, and stepped up with an arrow step, raised his arm to meet Jia Qian's cheeks, and his mouth was not clean: "you!"

Jia Qian couldn't dodge, and was immediately beaten by a muffled punch.

However, he had just seen death, and he suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of in the face of these people. I don't know where the courage came from, he suddenly bent down and picked up a stack of sage books, used the right as a weapon, took out a copy casually with his right hand, and fearlessly shot back at the big man who had beaten him in the face: "Your uncle!"

Dongfang Shiming, who was on the shelf, was also stunned when he saw this. He didn't expect Jia Qian to be quite brave, and the blow just now seemed to be really ...... Hit.

Looking at Jia Qian again, at this time, he waved a copy of "Ganglun Bees" in his hand, and was so arrogant that he rushed around as if he was crazy.

As the saying goes, punch the master to death, in this case, Jia Qian shot without any routine, and really forced the big men who surrounded him to keep retreating.

In the dark night, there were many people, and it was dimly impossible to see clearly, and even several big men shot and injured their own people. Jia Qian will hit whoever rushes up, regardless of his three-seven-twenty-one, and constantly breaks through with his fearless passion.

Dongfang Shiming saw that he was deficient in one hand, so he took the initiative to help him hold the books in his arms, so that he could fight back with two hands.

People kept coming around, and some people were lucky enough to hit Jia Qian a few times. Jia Qian was in pain, but he was even more annoyed, and raised his hand to smash the book into the head of one of them: "Let Uncle Jia send you to see the Confucian ancestors!"

Shouting, scolding, entanglement, chaos, crowds, and tranquility at all. Jia Qian continued to break through, and there were more and more big men who fell and wailed, and the angry scolding and shouting became a pot of porridge.

"Damn...... You're fighting grandpa!"

"The yellow-haired child is gone!"

“...... I'll give you a set of "Annotations on the Analects" by Tianling!"

............

Leng Wushuang on the periphery also tried to participate in the battle circle, but it was crowded, and it was dark and difficult to distinguish, and he couldn't tell where Jia Qian and Dongfang Shiming were. I made a mistake a few times, but I crippled several of my subordinates, and they were rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands at the moment.

Dongfang Shiming remained calm at all times, he observed the paths around him that could be escaped, and finally had a gap to gain.

"Go over there, rush out with all your might. He took advantage of the chaos and whispered to Jia Qian to command.

Jia Qian hurriedly looked over, and really saw that there was a gap in the human wall. He worked hard, grabbed the remaining three or four books together, threw them at the crowd blocking the way like crazy, and then seized the opportunity, took Dongfang Shiming, and the two rushed out together!

"Let's go!" Jia Qian directly picked up Dongfang Shiming and ran away wildly.

The big men, who hadn't even reacted immediately at this time, had already taken advantage of the chaos to flee in the dark, still waving their fists in the dark crowd. After a while, Leng Wushuang realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled out the iron rope to subdue all the incompetent guys under him. After a closer look, there were no more figures of Dongfang Shiming.

"Bastard, incompetent thing. He scolded hatefully.

After all, a group of people under his command not only failed to catch the target, but disabled half of them, which made Leng Wushuang not fight.

However, just two teenagers can do this, could it be that in the crowd melee just now, they still have any hidden strength that no one knows?

At this moment, in the dark sky, an eagle shadow flashed.

Leng Wushuang raised his head dissatisfied, only to see the black eagle fluttering its wings and falling, with a letter tied to its leg.

He let out a long breath, silently opened the letter, and read it word by word in the faint moonlight.

"Boss ......"

A big man who was tied up by iron ropes still wanted to behave well, and pleaded, "Please let us chase it again, we will definitely not disappoint you this time......"

But Leng Wushuang impatiently made a shut up gesture at him. He read the letter slowly, and while gently tearing up the letter paper, he said indifferently:

"Not necessarily. Tomorrow morning, people from the other three departments in the vicinity will come and join us. ”

After speaking, the cruelty hidden in his eyes gradually revealed. He lost so much this time that his face was gone. Tomorrow, he must tear those two prey apart with his own hands.

............

On the other side, Jia Qian, who was running wildly all the way, had already run out of the road with Dongfang Shiming on his back.

Although he was brave at the beginning, he relied on that little willpower in the end. Overdrew his physical strength all the way, and Jia Qian's already weak body gradually began to be unbearable.

The moonlight was gradually obscured by drifting clouds. In the middle of the night, I couldn't even see the road under my feet. Jia Qian accidentally stepped on a stone, crooked his ankle, and fell to the ground with Dongfang Shiming.

"Okay, don't run. Take a break. Dongfang Shiming recuperated for a period of time, and his physical strength recovered a little, and he was able to get up from the ground on his own. He looked at Jia Qian who had fallen and suggested with concern.

Jia Qian just wanted to be strong, but as soon as he wanted to get up, he felt a violent swelling sensation in his legs.

The pain in his legs had become numb due to the rush of blood and qi just now, and now that he stopped a little, the stinging pain like an ant bite came like a tide. Jia Qian couldn't suppress the pain, and wailed while holding his legs.

Dongfang Shiming staggered over with unsteady steps, and the two supported each other to hide into a deep bush.

The eagle birds perched on the low trees were frightened by the fact that they made different arcs under the dome of the midnight.

Jia Qian was currently feeling tired and hungry, as well as the pain from the beating he had just received and the feeling of soreness caused by running, several kinds of pain, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to die.

Dongfang Shiming did his best to help Jia Qian relieve the pain, searched around the surrounding grass, reluctantly found some simple external pain-relieving herbs, chewed them in his mouth, and then evenly applied them to his bruises and knees.

After a long while, Dongfang Shiming heard Jia Qian's painful ** voice gradually disappearing, replaced by the sound of staggered breathing.

He leaned over to look and found that Jia Qian had fallen asleep unconsciously.

The dim light lay on his face, and his tired sleeping face was covered with wind and dust. Dongfang Shiming smiled bitterly twice, turned over, and fell asleep with his clothes in his arms.