Hu Ling'er spent most of the day and finally walked out of the dense forest. Looking at the winding mountain road in front of her, she took a deep breath.
As a roadie, it was indeed unwise to walk out of the mountains and forests alone, but fortunately she came out before dark.
Although it is still in the mountains, looking at the road in front of us, it seems that people often walk on it. If you go along here, I believe you will find the town soon.
Thinking of this, she tightened the package on her shoulders and strode forward.
The white shirt Hu Ling'er was wearing was "borrowed" from Jian Xinan. The package only contained a few wild fruits she picked along the way, the painting, and the purple shirt she wore when she left home.
The feeling in the forest is as warm as spring, but here it is with the scorching sun in the sky, just like two worlds.
Hu Linger was fanning her hands while walking, feeling very uncomfortable with the hot weather.
Especially where she was now, there were hillsides on both sides, and not even a little bit of wind could blow in.
In order to get out of this place as soon as possible, Hu Ling'er walked very fast.
Suddenly, several pieces of gravel rolled down from her side. After ducking out of the way, Hu Ling'er looked startled and became alert.
Although her walking movement did not stop, her eyes were searching everywhere, and sure enough, a few faintly dazzling human heads were revealed on the hillside.
There's an ambush!
Hu Ling'er narrowed her eyes and sneered at the corner of her mouth, then stopped and squatted down to pretend to dust off the shoes, but instead picked up a few gravels in her hands without leaving any trace.
Then, when she stood up, the gravel in her hand flew out like a goddess scattering flowers, and in an instant, howls began everywhere.
Amid the screams, a voice jumped down from the hillside and landed in front of Hu Ling'er.
But he saw a tall, thick man with a slovenly beard, holding a big knife in his hand and a big bag on his forehead. He said fiercely to Hu Ling'er: "Damn it, you actually plotted against me, you really don't want to live."
Got it!"
Boy?
Hu Ling'er raised her eyebrows, and then realized that she was wearing Jian Xinan's clothes, so they thought she was a man.
Men will be men, just do whatever is convenient for them.
In the silence, another group of people jumped off the hillside, but most of them had injuries to varying degrees on their faces or heads.
Hu Ling'er looked around, looking at their costumes, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Don't tell me, you are bandits?"
As soon as the voice fell, the strong man with a slovenly beard slashed his sword and said: "Humph, I guess you have good eyesight. Now that you know it, leave what you have on you quickly. I can save your life."
As soon as the strong man finished speaking, a man approached him and whispered: "Boss, this kid has injured so many of our brothers, we can't take it easy on him."
The strong man nodded and continued to Hu Ling'er: "Be smart, leave the things and an arm, and I won't argue with you."
Hu Ling'er curled her lips, crossed her hands across her chest, and said leisurely: "Oh, are you sure these are enough?"
That casual tone didn't sound like someone being robbed at all.
Her calmness actually made the strong man uneasy, and he swallowed and said: "Enough, enough..."
"Okay, then come and get it yourself. There are too many of you, and I'm scared to death." Hu Ling'er brushed her sleeves and said with a genuine smile.
Her words, coupled with the first show of her hand, made the bandits weak.
This man seems to be a weak man, maybe he is not someone to be trifled with, otherwise why would he be so calm?
Seeing that they made no move, Hu Ling'er exhaled softly and sighed: "What, you don't want it anymore? Or you still want me to deliver it to your door. Since you strongly demand it, then I can only do it reluctantly."
Hu Ling'er finished speaking to herself, and then walked towards the strong man step by step.
The strong man's eyes widened, and he saw Hu Ling'er approaching them. The hand holding the knife was wet with sweat, but he thought that she was alone and there were so many people here, so there was no way he could lose to her.
Suddenly he waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers, come on!"