The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

Xue Lang is almost blind now, afraid of offending others, he wanted to explain embarrassedly, but was interrupted by the latter: "Okay!"

Xue Lang walked forward with Amu's shoulders on his shoulders, and he had to be careful of the uneven clods under his feet, but he walked very steadily, as if he was walking on level ground. If he hadn't personally confirmed it, Amu would never have believed that he was so blind that he couldn't see anything. Cleared up.

There is also a fence around the back of the house, but it is taller and stronger than the front one. Standing in the middle of the fence is a blood-red crane-like bird, which is so red that it shines, with a lock of white hair hanging down on its forehead. In the front, the left eye is blocked for a while, and the right eye is blocked for a while. When Amu is bored, he likes to stare at that lock of hair, often laughing until his stomach hurts.

There are purple lantern plants planted everywhere, or maybe they are not lantern plants, but rather a combination of lantern plants and campanulas. The yellow filaments grow over the petals and move towards the ground softly. When the wind blows, they walk around the petals, just watching, I feel that every step it takes should have a pleasant bell ringing.

When someone broke into its territory, the bird still closed its eyes and raised its breath, ignoring anyone who looked at it. Amu called her——Xiaohong.It let out a sharp and ear-piercing chicken cry like alms, which did not match the appearance of that bird that could be called a fairy bird.

Xue Lang didn't pay much attention at first, but when he passed over Amu's shoulder and "saw" it, the white and misty world collapsed, and the scarlet began to spread from the center of his vision, faster and faster, just like the bird burning He rushed towards him, his mind was like exploding a string of firecrackers, the burning sensation became more and more intense, he had to close his eyes to resist, but the hazy red color seemed to be rooted in him within this short period of time. mind, lingering.

He asked to leave here immediately. Amu did not doubt him, waved to the immobile bird, and helped Xue Lang away along the way he came.

Back in the hut, Xue Lang adjusted his internal energy for a while before barely relieving his headache. He held his forehead and asked what time it is.

Amu went out to look at the sun, and replied, "It's probably late...are you okay?"

Xue Lang shook his head: "It's okay." As he spoke, he tore off a piece of sleeve, tore it into strips, and wrapped it around his eyes.

Around noon, he and Amu went down the mountain, and went to the town alone, where there was a king of Chu waiting to see him for the last time.

Laifeng Town has not seen such excitement for many years. Although the torrential rain fell last night, it still couldn't stop the high temperature today, and the crowd couldn't be stopped by the high temperature. On the bed, reddened by the scorching sun, crying to go home.

With no one mouth idle, the upper lip touched the lower lip, and they told in great detail what happened during those few hours to those who unfortunately could not participate, and these people made up a nonsense story and told others listen.

The most important thing to mention is that the grandparents of the Ding family not only shielded outsiders, but also opposed the whole Laifeng Town for them, especially Ding Xiaoya, who dared to say such disrespectful words to the elders.

However, the most eye-catching thing right now is the man surrounded by them. He is extremely embarrassed and dying, and it seems that he will not live long.

Boss Zhao was the first to bear the brunt, raising his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, he has something to say.

"Fathers and elders, we people in Fengzhen have always been tolerant and kind, and have a clear conscience. It's just that God doesn't bless us, and catastrophes happen frequently. Hundreds of years ago, our ancestors once again caused catastrophes just because of their hospitality. , so we swore that we would never contact outsiders again, but they broke into our homes again and again, intending to destroy our last bottom line."

"This man came here last afternoon. He was sneaky and unreasonable. The other two who came with him almost took the lives of relatives and friends. Do you think this man should be killed or not?"

After all, it's just a few words.But the effect it played was extraordinary, every pair of eyes on the scene stared, and they were far apart, piercing through King Chu's flesh, vying for his flesh and blood.

"Should kill! Kill!"

Boss Zhao nodded in satisfaction.

The man holding the knife is Ma Lao Er, a pork seller. He has a fat body and a fierce face. His eyes and nose are crowded together as if preparing to declare war. The knife he uses is also a butcher's knife sharpened in the morning, shining brightly in the sun cold light.

The crowd was so angry that the King of Chu let out a sneer for some unknown reason. Boss Zhao was easily irritated. He strode forward and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up, but he didn't open his eyes.

He asked sharply, "Why are you laughing? Are you not afraid of death?"

The King of Chu coughed a few times, and said awkwardly: "I can't die alone, shouldn't I laugh."

Boss Zhao was still pulling his hair, almost lifting his scalp, and said angrily: "Eight hundred times of death is not enough for this kind of disaster, even if the king of heaven comes today, you have to give it to me." Fate is here."

"Second Ma, give me the knife." He threw King Chu to the ground forcefully, and stretched out his hand towards the left rear.

Ma Laoer held the knife and refused to let go: "Boss Zhao, didn't you tell me to cut off his head?"

The king of Chu was still laughing, the injury made him weak, and he couldn't stop coughing after laughing, but even so, what he said was still: "Gu will not die! You bastards, cough——Gu will take you Go feed the dog, hahahaha cough cough..."

This completely enraged Boss Zhao. He snatched the knife in Ma's second hand and raised it high. The people present held their breaths, and even the children forced them to open their eyes and watch, just waiting for him to raise the knife and drop it. The ball fell down for them to trample on.

At the very moment, Boss Zhao's wrist was hit by a hidden weapon, and the sharp blade brushed against his ear, and with a bang, the knife fell in front of the King of Chu.

Boss Zhao was taken aback. After being surprised, he became even more furious. He looked around and asked, "Who?!"

No one answered, and in a short while, a masked man appeared in the middle of the "execution ground" ghostly with his excellent lightness kung fu. Although Boss Zhao had never seen him last night, these few outsiders came to Feng Town in the past few days , he must be one of the two hiding in Ding Sheng's house.

Relatively speechless for a while, Boss Zhao hinted to the people below that if he wanted to keep this person, anyone who broke into Fengzhen would die.

The young and middle-aged men in short cloth jackets picked up the weapons at hand, hoes, sticks and even buckets, and gradually narrowed the encirclement.

The king of Chu was still laughing and humming, as if he had gone crazy.

Yan Li didn't pay attention to them at all, he was thinking about other things, which disturbed his mind.

All of a sudden, picks, sticks, and even buckets greeted him. He watched coldly, and finally moved a moment before being beaten. When he made a move, it must be a fierce move. It is even more merciless, and the tricks are bloody.

Not long after, the ground was already full of screaming villagers, Yan Li became murderous and was about to kill when he heard a voice shouting: "Wait a minute!"

Who are you talking about?But it was Xue Lang who came late.

Only Xue Lang could make him stop.

The moment he saw him, Yan Li seemed to have just come to life. He dropped the people on the ground and looked at him carefully. He wanted to ask "Where did you go" and "Why did you take so long to come?" And "Who is that person", when the words came to my lips, I changed my words to: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

At this time, Xue Lang was very glad that he couldn't see, and he didn't have to lie guiltily under those bright black eyes. He calmly avoided Yan Li's support, and pretended to be relaxed: "It's okay, the sun is too strong. I block it."

He walked steadily ahead, Yan Li looked at his palms in a daze, the midday sun hit him, his back was scorching hot, and his heart felt like a cold cellar.

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53. In danger

It is impossible for Xue Lang to sneak away from Yan Li's nose, not to mention that he still hurts his eyes now.

This morning when he got up together, Yan Li also woke up, but he didn't open his eyes, waiting for Xue Lang to kiss him in a relaxed mood, never expecting to watch him tiptoe out of the window in a daze.

Because he was worried that he would encounter danger outside alone, so he followed. As shadow guards, they must always protect the safety of their master.

He listened to the conversation with Wang Lin from the beginning to the end, and then he followed Xue Lang in a daze. He wanted to find a chance to explain clearly to him, but he seemed to have lost all trust in him when he saw that person. With a disheartened appearance, he couldn't move his feet no matter what.

He was still thinking about the antidote on the king of Chu, and he finally came back in time. Now that he was face to face with Xue Lang, he thought that things would turn around, but just looking at it just now, it seemed impossible.

Finally, he plucked up the courage to walk behind Xue Lang and whispered, "I have something to tell you."

Xue Lang smiled and promised him: "We'll talk about it when we get back, good boy."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he accidentally stepped on something soft, and then he let out a cry of pain. It turned out that he happened to step on someone's wound.

He was about to take his foot away when he heard someone shout again: "Wait a minute!"

Both of them looked towards the source of the sound, Xue Lang looked blankly, and Yan Li whispered in his ear: "It's an old man." Maybe he didn't think it was enough image, he added: "It's about the same as Ding Sheng."

Xue Lang nodded, with the corners of his mouth pursed.

Leaning on crutches, the old man walked like flying, and soon arrived in front of them. Seeing the scene of blood flowing in front of him, he was anxious and distressed.

"Oh, this, this."

Xue Lang said, "Old man, don't get in the way."

The old man put on a very humble attitude, lowered his head and held his chest, and said: "The little old man is the mayor of this place. If the villagers offend the two gentlemen, please forgive me. They have no bad intentions. It's just a temporary offense."