There was another autumn rain in the morning and the ground was muddy.

The wind was a little strong, and the garlic and chili skewers hanging on the wall were swaying.

Xin Zhuo opened the door, his long black hair tied with loose handles, his linen cuffs rolled up, he looked at the dizzy sky, and then walked towards the kitchen on the mud.

The bandits in the Hungry Wolf Village have rarely attacked these days, but just like the tranquility before the storm, the other party is waiting for a four-day appointment? Those two leaders may be killed at any time?

The bag of food stolen from Shuiyue'an was not much, but after reasonable distribution by Cui Ying'er, the second in command, and for example, she only had one meal a day, she had been holding on for five days.

That’s right, it’s been five days, and the four-day period given by the bandits in the Hungry Wolf Village has passed.

Huang Dagui and his friends felt that maybe Chai Donghu had an accident outside and was arrested and beheaded.

This speculation made them feel a little relaxed, and they practiced the secrets of martial arts and even developed a mysterious confidence. Even if they came back, we could fight!

But Xin Zhuo felt that the progress of these thieves was really limited. The so-called poor and rich martial arts were rich, and they did not know the taste of meat for half a year, and they did not have any medicine assistance. They all depended on their body to survive.

At least the ability that Wangyue Well can grab is of no value and is not worth operating at all. I fixed the eighth grade of my realm, and the happiness of upgrading one level a day is gone.

"Squeak--"

Push open the simple door panel of the "Fu" character sticker on the kitchen, and a strong smell of garlic came from it.

I don’t know who was so hungry that he came over to steal garlic.

It was not time to eat at this time, and Xin Zhuo was very hungry, but what was even more unbearable was his thirst. The water well Tongling ran away. The other five thieves had been studying it in panic for several days. In the end, there was no solution, so they had to run to the mountain spring five miles away to collect water and eat it. It was very troublesome to go back and forth.

He looked at the position of the water tank and was stunned. The water tank was blocked by a graceful wheat-colored healthy body.

Not wearing clothes.

Cui Ying'er is taking a bath.

Wet long hair, slender legs, vest line, water droplets on the lower abdomen, and arms protecting the body. A pair of seductive fox eyes looked coldly.

It's like a beautiful ink painting.

"I'm here to drink water."

Xin Zhuo looked at the water tank behind her and felt that it was very likely that it would be inappropriate to continue drinking water. So he turned around quickly, walked out of the kitchen, and thoughtfully closed the door.

song.

big.

round.

He silently made three pertinent evaluations.

"Did those nuns with impure six senses make you obsessed with you and think that everyone is like them?"

A sound of water and cold questions came from the house.

"Where did this start?" Xin Zhuo stopped and felt curious. What does drinking water have to do with the nuns?

"I have to take a bath in the kitchen every day on the first day of the month and at noon on the fifteenth day. Everyone in the village knows it."

"oh……"

Xin Zhuo looked at the sky. It was indeed around noon. No wonder, except Han Qiniang who was holding the soles of the shoe opposite, he looked teasing at this time, and no one else appeared, but he had paid attention to these things:

"If you don't go to the kitchen to wash, won't you smell garlic? Also, if you choose this time, is there any particular thing?"

"Am I talking about time and paying attention to these strange things with you?"

Cui Ying'er started to dress. To be honest, she looked down on Xin Zhuo, with a stubborn personality and timidity. However, the changes her other party's previous few days made her look at her differently and comfort her. But now she knowingly broke the lewd embryo, even though she didn't care, she felt a little bored.

What a little boss who can't help!

"Actually, you don't have to think too much. I respect you, just like... to the aunt."

Xin Zhuo said against his will, and walked away, feeling that the rainwater from the iron can be drunk on the window.

"Auntie..."

This sentence destroyed a kind of beauty in Cui Yinger's heart, and the clothes she was wearing slipped down again.

He disliked me. I was only twenty-two years old, although I had indeed given birth to many children at this age outside.

He picked up the knife next to him, paused for a moment, threw it aside, replaced it with a gourd spoon, scooped a spoonful of water, handed it out of the window, and said in a gentle tone: "Forget it! Drink it."

No one answered outside.

Uh~

Angry?

Cui Ying'er was silent, then sneered: "I'm still good at getting the cheap one."

Xin Zhuo walked towards his room stepping on the mud. Han Qiniang, who was diagonally opposite the door, held the soles of her shoes, lowered her head and smirked. She forced herself to do so, and her face turned red.

"Did you mean it?" Xin Zhuo stopped again.

Han Qiniang coughed lightly, raised her head, her pair of peach blossom eyes were watery, and she pouted in a weird way: "Yes, is it so good? Is it round, big, and curved?"

Oh? This...the order is overturned...

Bah! Female thief!

Xin Zhuo cursed and pushed open the door.

Xiao Huang rushed up immediately. Xin Zhuo loved this little guy who was 100% loyal. He grabbed his ears and threw them on the table, and then picked up the two books on the table, "The Strange Scholar of the Ancient Temple" and "Zhang Buye Hou".

These are the only two collections of "I", the one with color, which cannot be found in a certain degree in the previous life.

The article is not very long, but it is so beautiful, the slightest, and the slightest and difficult. When you meet with your colleagues in your previous life, you have to shout 666.

It seems that "I" was not a serious scholar before.

These days, with critical eyes, Bingzhu watched it all night, and his eyes turned red, and then he became bored, as if he was saints were as saint as a Buddha.

I couldn't help but think of the scene of the second in command just now.

Actually quite exciting.

No, I can't brush it twice.

Practice calligraphy.

Just as the word "gold" was written here, a sudden hurried footsteps and hoarse roar came from outside: "No! The entire Hungry Wolf Village is attacking a large scale!"

It was Han Jiulang's voice. In addition to the boss, he took turns to patrol the village. It seemed that his turn was his turn today.

"Bang..."

The doors around the room were opened together.

Cui Ying'er shouted in her voice: "What does it mean to be a big deal? Talk steadily."

"The head of the Hungry Wolf Village, Chai Donghu and the second head of the Sky Cannon, have returned from another place. The two led more than 30 people in the village to prepare for a strong attack from the bottom of the peak."

What was coming was finally coming, but Han Jiulang still couldn't help but tremble.

The yard was quiet for a while.

"Damn yo-yo, who is afraid of whom? My tiger-shaped knife is not a vegetarian!" The third leader roared angrily, and Park Dao leaned on the ground, making a "bang" sound.

Then, there was another silence, followed by the sound of weapons being unsheathed and bra-protected irons.

The head of the Hungry Wolf Village has finally arrived!

Xin Zhuo stood behind the door and frowned. The feeling of being chopped to the door for no reason was really a bit bad.

After thinking about it, he still opened the door.

In the yard, five bandits were ready to fight to the death, but his appearance did not attract attention. In this situation of fighting, "Zi Yue" was useless except for cheering.

"May I ask..." Xin Zhuo thought about it for a moment, "What specific realm are those two? What grades?"

Xin Zhuo deeply agrees with the bandits fighting each other, and whether the high-level combat power decides victory or defeat.

The five bandits glanced at him and continued to dress up.

"I'm talking." Xin Zhuo reminded himself of his existence.

"Chai Donghu's eighth grade, the sky cannon's ninth grade, the rest are minions, not as good as us." Han Jiulang, who is still the youngest, gave him a certain respect to the boss.

The highest eighth grade?

I am the second-grade eighth grade, but the second-grade eighth grade is a little stronger than the ninth grade. I have not reached the eighth grade yet, so I guess I can't beat it.

Cui Yinger and Han Qiniang, the five most powerful ranks under the ranks of the mountain, must be no match for them.

Xin Zhuo was unsure and simply put forward a mature and persistent idea: "I think the cost-effectiveness of escape will be higher, such as going to Shuiyue Temple."

Although the road down the mountain is blocked, there is a detour behind you to Shuiyue Temple. Nuns will never kill anyone after eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name.

"Dang!"

Huang Dagui of the Third Head of the Family and Bai Jianxiu of the Fourth Head of the Family fell to the ground with his weapons.

The five bandits looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with disbelief, surprise and contempt.

They don’t understand “cost-performance ratio”. It may be the jargon of scholars, but the word escape is so harsh.
To be continued...