Wang Fan also removed the disguise on his face and head. [ ]

"Ha, what a handsome young man, no wonder you are surrounded by such a beautiful lark."

Speaking of the soft flesh on Wang Fan's waist, he was pinched. The ambiguous incident occurred in the cabin of West Lake last time, Wang Fan called it "the song of the lark", and often used it to tease Yu Han. This time, someone accidentally mentioned the "lark". Yu Han used the devil's claws to Wang Fan in shame and anger.

"Tell me, what do you want to do when I come to my Hei Dai village?" Mr. Ke lit his cigarette puff, sat under the tree and asked with his eyes narrowed.

"Collection of herbs." Wang Fan felt uncomfortable sitting. This bag was not a hammock on the beach. Each rope was made of several fish silks. It was very tough but extremely sharp. There was no other way to leverage the force on it. The weight of the body was pressed on the fish silk. The flexible fish silk responded to the weight and strangled it on the person. Although it was separated by a thick windbreaker, the strangle still made people feel painful. The hole was not big, and a fist could not be stretched out. It was not small. The person sat on it and was just half a palm-sized meat ball that was under the pain of being pressed back from the surrounding fish silk because of its own weight.

Fortunately, there was still some space in this pocket. Wang Fan adjusted his posture and held Yu Han, making her legs spread apart and squat on her waist. He tried to disperse the weight to the thick soles of the boots, so that Yu Han could suffer less from fish threads. Wang Fan lay down himself, so that he could disperse his own weight as much as possible. However, he still had to move his body from time to time and try not to get strangled in the same place on his body for a long time, otherwise he would not bleed.

Yuhan knew that Wang Fan was trying to make her better, but this posture was too ambiguous. In the eyes of others, wasn’t this the trick of “Guanyin sitting on the lotus” with a woman on the top and bottom of the man? Yuhan blushed and glared at Wang Fan with a strange look.

Mr. Ke under the tree was even more angry and funny when he saw it. It was true that this position was the most painful one in the pocket, but this position was really too... "This guy has so many ideas." Mr. Ke cursed in his heart.

Seeing that Wang Fan was ready to spend a long time with him, Mr. Ke was too lazy to stay here and continue watching the ambiguous game of the young man, knocking the cigarette rod clean and walking down the bag; "If you don't want to tell the truth, then keep staying on it. If you figure it out, look for me." As he said that, he pulled up the backpacks that Wang Fan and Yuhan fell on the ground, and walked in a square step.

Watching Mr. Ke walk away, Yuhan blames Wang Fan: "Why don't you talk to him properly? He obviously has no intention of harming us." Yuhan's anxiousness is more because of this blushing posture.

"Not now, who knows when he will have it?" As he said, Yuhan had to continue to shut up.

Wang Fan turned his head and looked around, confirming that there was no one around, unbuttoned the sleeves of his left hand, revealing the sleeve arrows hidden inside.

"You've been wearing it?" Yuhan showed surprise on his face.

"Of course, even though you know it's dangerous on this mountain, how could you not make more preparations?"

Yuhan had to admire him. Speaking of experience in the world, Wang Fan was much older than himself.

"Then you asked me to do this just now, just to make the old man angry?" Yu Han suddenly understood.

"Of course, do you really like being hung here?"

After receiving Wang Fan's answer, Yuhan felt bored.

Facing the rope on his head, Wang Fan pulled the mechanism and the sleeve arrow flew out to cut off the rope hanging on his pocket. "Pan" Wang Fan was originally lying flat, and the fall also hit the ground plainly.

"Ouch" Wang Fan felt aching from his back to his butt.

Yuhan helped Wang Fan up on the ground and patted the dust off his body, "What should we do now? All the objects were taken away by the old man." Yuhan asked blankly.

Wang Fan unzipped the zipper on the front of the chest of the jacket, revealing the shoulder strap of the shoulder bag inside: "We still have this." It turned out that Wang Fan had been hiding his close-fitting treasure bag under the wide jacket.

Wang Fan took out a GPS from his bag and called out the satellite map: "Old man Ke also said that Dai villages like to build along the river, so we will go to the bank of the river to search." As he said that, he pulled Yuhan and walked towards the riverside.

Mr. Ke is the head of several Dai villages nearby. Today, when he saw Yuhan looking for Dai villages so anxiously in the market, he suspected the purpose of the two. On the way, he listened to the collision of bottles and jars in Yuhan's backpack and even more suspected that the two were disguised.

It is not only a disguise, but also an ulterior motive. So when passing by the river, he secretly threw a black bamboo piece into the river. The bamboo piece went downstream and arrived at the village first. The people in the village knew what it meant when they saw this unique bamboo piece. They salvaged it and handed it over to the head of the village, Kewa's daughter Kelan. Although Kelan was not old, they had won several battles with Bai Dai on the other side under her leadership. Kelan had a high prestige in the entire Black Dai people.

According to father's request, Ke Lan set up a trap on the mountain, lit fireworks and placed Wang Fan and the others together.

Wang Fan escaped from the trap, and Kewa was drinking the fragrant tea that Kelan made for him by the bonfire that he lit to seduce Wang Fan and the others.

"Dad, who are these two people? I think they are very good at ease and can easily avoid my trap attacks. You also know that in our Hei Dai, there are less than five people who can avoid my attack like them." Ke Lan asked Dad while looking at the objects in Wang Fan and their backpacks.

"I don't know, I only know that they are Chinese, and it's more dangerous because of their high martial arts skills. If you don't figure out their purpose of entering the mountain, you must not let them go." Kewa said while drinking tea. "Well, look through carefully to see if you have any guns." Kewa did not forget to remind.

The sound of a metal hitting "clang" alerted Keva's father and daughter.

"Is it a flying grab?" As soon as I saw the object, Korva recognized it immediately. The object looked like the triangular anchor on a ship, but it was reduced many times. The only difference is that there is only one hole in the place where the cable is pulled behind the ordinary anchor, and behind the hook are two small holes side by side.

"Dad, why is it different from others?" Curran pointed to the two small holes behind.

"I have heard from people a long time ago that the two holes of the hook can double the load-bearing capacity of the hook and will be more effective when pulling heavy objects. However, because it is a double hole, it cannot be used on a crossbow machine, and it can only be thrown out by people. It requires high accuracy and strength of the user, and fewer and fewer people can use it."
Chapter completed!