Chapter 17: do not give up
Chapter 17 Don't Give Up
Lin Yue's work efficiency is really awesome.
asked him to find milk for Smelly, and as a result, he brought back a whole live milk goat.
This dairy goat was **** by Lin Yue, and was hung on a horse and came back.
Bai Wutong frowned, "Are you going to take the goat all the way?"
Lin Yue didn't want to, because it was inconvenient to ride a horse, and the refugees kept staring at him on the way.
However, the young master wants to drink milk!
Lin Yue daringly asked: "Then express the milk and take it with you?"
Bai Wutong thought for a while, "Let's take it like this first."
Even without this goat, they are still the target of everyone's robbery.
And, in case of delays along the way.
I still don't know where I can get milk for Smelly to drink.
A goat can produce several kilograms of milk a day. Bai Wutong is squeezed all at once, which seems to be a burden, but in fact, it is put into the RV space, and the storage time is longer.
boiled some fresh goat's milk, suffocated the smelly, and changed the diapers. They didn't delay for a moment and set off immediately.
After a night of rest, many refugees have caught up.
had just run for a while on their horses when they were ambushed by a large group of refugees.
The horse tripped over the rope buried in the road, Chu Tianbao protected Bai Wutong and Smelly to the ground, and the hungry refugees rushed towards them frantically.
There were so many of them that Bai Wutong and Chu Tianbao were separated for a split second.
Qingfeng, who found the right time, performed light work and stretched out his hand to grab the smelly smell in the arms of Bai Wutong.
Bai Wutong reacted quickly and stabbed him in the chest with a dagger.
Qingfeng didn't blink, and before Chu Tianbao came over, he pulled the smelly smell out of Bai Wutong's arms and gave Bai Wutong a kick.
Chu Tianbao couldn't care about chasing Qingfeng who was running away, and quickly supported Bai Wutong, who could not stand on his feet.
Lin Yue stabbed the two refugees to death with one sword. Seeing Qingfeng kidnapping the young master again, he shouted in alarm, "little master!"
Qingfeng used a lot of internal strength for this kick, Bai Wutong's face was a little pale, and he panted: "He is injured and can't run very far, let's hurry up now."
Qingfeng was seriously injured before, and Bai Wutong stabbed him in the chest just now.
Chu Tianbao hugged Bai Wutong with one hand and slashed his sword, surrounding the refugees who wanted to grab their baggage and died.
After discovering that Chu Tianbao and Lin Yue were both good at their skills, they would get no benefit and would likely die, so more refugees rushed towards the two horses and goats.
Eating **** raw meat alive, the refugees are like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, the scene is too terrifying, Bai Wutong is in a trance, as if seeing the apocalypse of modern times, the zombies besiege the city, and the mountains and rivers are exhausted.
She couldn't help shivering, and quickly said again: "Go, hurry up!"
The Qingfeng child performed light work and ran for several miles in one breath.
Unexpectedly, just in time, they encountered a large army of refugees.
They came through the pass of Beiyun City only at the cost of the death of many people.
In addition to drinking water, I still couldn't find anything to satisfy my stomach.
The injured and stopped breeze and the crying child in their arms became the most delicious food in their eyes.
Anyway, this man is going to die, and the child will definitely not live.
Might as well be their nourishment and live together.
White and tender meat, they haven't eaten it for a long, long time.
The scarlet eyes of the refugees locked on them, as long as the breeze fell, they would tear the smelly to shreds alive.
Qingfeng, as the commander of the dark guard battalion, has never put ants-like refugees in his eyes.
She took out the dreaded gold medal: "The Dark Guards are handling the case, so hurry up!"
The refugees now want to eat the meat of the Emperor Yan and strip him of his skin. Not only does the gold medal of Qingfeng not work, but it makes the refugees shout wildly: "Kill the dog emperor's lackey! Kill the dog emperor's lackey!"
After a while, many pairs of eyes were gathered around.
Aware of his gradually weakening body, Qingfeng looked at the red-eyed stink in his arms and stretched out his hand for a hug, his eyes moved.
She put away the gold medal, and with a "锃", pulled out the knife hidden between her legs, and tied the smelly swaddle tightly around her waist.
The icy black eyes of the cool breeze were reflected on the gleaming blade of the blade.
The immortal aura stunned the refugees.
After a moment, the empty hunger in their stomachs forced them to turn into inhuman beasts and rush towards the breeze.
Smelly smelled danger, and grabbed Qingfeng's collar with his fleshy little hands.
Although Qingfeng was seriously injured in his chest and lower abdomen, he was not a mob that could slaughter at will.
They rushed over, and Qingfeng killed a wave.
Corpses were all over the place, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
To the back, the refugees are also crazy.
I have to die anyway, so just die in Qingfeng’s hands and be free.
More refugees are waiting. No matter how powerful the breeze is, they can't hold on anymore. At that time, they can take advantage of the fisherman.
Blood spattered on Smelly's mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, his **** eyes looked at the embarrassed breeze, as if he stretched out his little hand comfortingly.
Pure smile, clear eyes, seems to have the power to purify the soul.
Qingfeng hugged him with one hand, rubbed his cheek against the side of his soft ear, and a flash of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He sighed and took a deep breath, raising his eyes again full of murderous intent.
The refugees besieged Qingfeng from both sides.
Qingfeng had to protect the smelly from being hurt, and he had to resist their ultimate move.
In the case of lack of physical strength, the moment the two of them were counterattacked, the jet-black hair fell like a waterfall, the bloodstains on the corners of the mouth seemed to be red makeup, and the angular face became a little softer.
The refugees widened their eyes in astonishment. Qingfeng, who killed so many people, was actually a woman!
A refugee said sternly: "Stinky bitch, I'm going to peel your skin off and hang it on a tree today!"
Several of his brothers died in Qingfeng's hands, and even if they didn't get a share, he would kill Qingfeng to avenge them.
It was clearly at the end of the fight, but Qingfeng raised the corners of his mouth, and his indifferent eyes seemed to mock him for being overly capable.
He rushed over angrily, holding a rusted scythe in his hand.
Qingfeng threw a dart that hit his heart. Before he could groan, he fell to the ground and became one of several corpses.
Just when the refugees were thinking of retreating, Qingfeng spit out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, and the smelly smell in his arms burst into tears.
The crying of the baby constantly stimulated the peristalsis of the stomach. Everyone realized that the weak breeze was really going to die. They picked up the guy again and took a few steps cautiously and tentatively.
Qingfeng clenched the dagger in his hand, looked at the smelly smell in his arms, lowered his eyes and whispered: "...I'm sorry..."
"Ah poof... ah poof..."
The stinky big fleshy face was all crying, and his voice was hoarse. He reached out and touched Qingfeng's face with his hands, as if telling her not to give up.
Does it look good? Is anyone here? Why don't you all talk
(end of this chapter)