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Who is more afraid of death than who?

Before the golden sunset could end gracefully, it was swallowed up by rolling clouds. The dark clouds pressed over the peaceful and peaceful villages, and with a loud bang, heavy rain poured down.

Mr. Zeng shivered for a moment, and the sword in his hand shook, feeling that he was losing strength in his body, "Quick, antidote."

Jin Zhegui Cai came to cover the head of Jinchan Palace, and asked the old man Blind with a smile: "Grandpa originally said that Mr. Zeng would do something if he stayed in the northwest, but I don't know what it was?"

The old man blind said regretfully: "What's the use of mentioning this again at this time? Mr. Zeng is determined to die with us."

The rain numbed Mr. Zeng's hand. When he exerted a little force, he felt that every inch of the skin on the back of his hand was hurt.

Do you really want to die with these three people? Mr. Zeng couldn't help thinking, he was burdened with his father's grudge and had great ambitions. Do you really want to die with this nameless old blind man, the little cripple? A smile on his lips was barely hung on the corner of his mouth: "Senior Hua, don't you want Miss Jin, Young Master Jin to send him back to the Jin family? Master Jin is just one son. If he has no son, General Jin will be confused in front of the formation and cannot resist King Ning and King Ning, but he will be heading north."

The blind old man sighed and said, "There is no way. I can die together with the emperor and the eldest grandson, which is considered a place to die."

Why is the blind old man not anxious when he died? Mr. Zeng looked at Jin Zhegui again. Jin Zhegui's face was covered with blood and blue marks, and his face was still ugly, just like a broken mask. A phoenix eye with a brown shadow appeared on the broken corner of the mask. The phoenix eye had a beautiful curve, and his pupils were like a bottomless ancient well. At this time, Jin Zhegui's face was full of smiles, but there was no slight wave in his eyes, as if he was looking at death as if he was home, and as if he was sure that he was afraid of death.

"Miss Jin, don't you want to send your brother home?"

"My father's reputation is important, it is more important than the confusion of his father's invasion and harming the people of the world. Zhegui would rather die." Jin Zhegui said passionate words, and his eyes were interested in sweeping away the abdomen that Mr. Zeng pressed with his hands.

Mr. Zeng had a faint cramp in his abdomen. He was originally very familiar with the pain - it was originally a chronic disease on his body; but now the pain is a little unfamiliar - after all, he was poisoned. The pain defeated Mr. Zeng, and he refused to die in this wilderness in a mess.

"I have collected the sword, and I'll ask the old senior to give me medicine." Mr. Zeng took back the sword pressed on his abdomen.

"Bah!" Jin Changong quickly hugged the old man's leg of the seal-mouthed man, because Mr. Zeng pointed at the old man with a sword just now, and he spat at Mr. Zeng.

"I would rather bully Mr. Baihou than bully a young man. Boy is not allowed to be rude to Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng, please condescend to the nobles and bear the Jin boy. Let's find a place to hide from the rain." The blind old man groped forward with Jin Zhegui.

"Senior Hua, there is a farmhouse in front of us. Let's go and stay and dry the clothes." Mr. Zeng realized that he was breathing. At this time, he seemed to value him very much, and he felt that he would be lucky enough to survive the disaster. So he regained some calmness and said that the old man blind had seen through the secret of heaven and did not dare to change his destiny easily, otherwise he would be punished by heaven. In this way, the old man blind would not dare to kill him, and in this way, he would definitely do something in the future.

Jin Zhegui said a few words of the old man named Wangmi made Mr. Zeng more afraid of death. He hugged his arms and shivered and looked at the village. The village was too peaceful, so she couldn't even have the will to destroy it. There were many casualties along the way. Among them, there were old men of Wangmi. They were brothers and sisters of the Jin family, and Mr. Zeng was the grandson of the exiled to the northwest. Anyone who was discovered would cause bloody storms. Comparing the four of them to the Conan team wherever they went, it was not too much. He said decisively: "No, let's not go to the farmhouse. Find another place to shelter from the rain. Look, there is a thatched cottage there, which must be left by the hunters in the village. Let's go there."

Mr. Zeng reached out to block the raindrops in front of his face, looked at the almost collapsed thatched hut hidden in the mountains and forests, and then looked at the village house at the foot of the mountain. There was smoke from cooking, and there was hot tea and hot rice. The hut might not be able to cover the rain, let alone the hot tea and rice.

Mr. Zeng said: "Senior Hua, you said..."

"Listen to the girl, go to the thatched cottage." The old man blinded and the Jin siblings were the root of disaster, and people came to fight everywhere. Why should we lead the disaster to other people's good villages?

Mr. Zeng was trembling all over. He looked at the village again and again reluctantly, staring at the old man with blind eyes, Jin Zhegui, unwilling to let go of Jin Chan Palace, followed them, carefully looking at the traces he had walked by, and saw the rain flowing down the mountain, washing away the traces he had left behind. When he was about to leave a clue for Liang Song and others, he looked at Jin Zhegui again. The old man with blind eyes stopped and signaled him to walk in front.

The rain washed away all the traces on the ground. The four of them squeezed into the small thatched cottage, each squeezing the water in their clothes.

The cottage was air flowing around, and the rain leaked above his head, and there was no clean floor inside. Mr. Zeng did not take care of trivial matters such as clothes, cushions, etc. for him. He felt uncomfortable all over and stared at Jin Zhegui rubbing hands and feet for Jin Changong Palace. Jin Changong Palace shivered and laughed, watching the blind old man taking out a frog with white belly and green clothes from behind like a magic trick.

The croaking frogs echoed in the thatched cottage, and Mr. Zeng felt a little annoyed.

Jinzhegui rubbed the hands and feet of Jinchan Palace, and then searched in the thatched cottage, found the clay pots and porcelain bowls with missing corners, and found some dry firewood, and worked hard to make a fire with the old man Blind.

"...If I go to the farmhouse, why would it be so troublesome?" Mr. Zeng murmured in a low voice, moved his body to the fire to roast his clothes.

The blind old man muttered and said nothing.

Jin Zhegui pulled Jin Changong to teach him how to roast clothes. Seeing that Jin Changong reached out to throw the frog into the fire and roasted it, the alarm bell immediately echoed in his heart, "The Golden Changonggong has revealed signs of pervertedness, so he almost pinched his abnormal signs." He quickly said, "You can't roast a frog, it is sent by the frog aunt to accompany you. If you roast it, isn't it just to repay kindness and revenge?"

Jin Changong held the frog's legs and leaned against Jin Zhegui and asked, "Is it really the frog aunt who asked him to come and accompany me?"

"Then there is still fake. You can have fun with it." Jin Zhegui took the shoes of Jin Chan Palace and baked them by the fire. When the hot water in the clay pot rolled, he wrapped the clay pot with his clothes and took it down, poured it into a porcelain bowl, and handed it to the old man Blind first.

The old man named Weimu immediately gave the bowl to Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng once again realized the respect of Mr. Weimu's respect for him, and hurriedly gave in: "Senior Hua is an elder, so Senior Hua will drink it first."

After giving up twice, the old man named Wei Mu was willing to drink it, and he also told Jin Zhegui to give him a second bowl of Mr. Zeng.

Jin Zhegui looked at Mr. Zeng, who was still "depressed" just now, and was "restrained" by the old man blind, and became more and more impressed by the old man blind. He really poured hot water for Mr. Zeng. After Mr. Zeng finished drinking, he fed it to Jinchan Palace. Finally, he slowly carried the bowl and sipped the hot water. He felt that the hot water flowed into his stomach and his whole body was warm.

"Brother Jin comes here, I have a story to tell you." Mr. Zeng, who had returned to calmness, wiped away the scene of extortion of the antidote with the sword, and waved to the Golden Toad Palace as kind as before in the woods.

Jinchangong held the frog in both hands, thought for a while, and reached out to let the frog go, "Go back to see your mother, come and play with me tomorrow." After that, he hurried in Mr. Zeng's arms and listened to Mr. Zeng's story.

After Mr. Zeng told two stories, the Jinchan Palace, who had been tired for a day, fell asleep.

Mr. Zeng said: "Your brother has been hungry for a long time, why don't he be allowed to roast frogs?"

Jin Zhegui pulled the Jin Chan Palace to the edge of the fire, "I'm afraid he is perverted."

“What is pervert?”

"... Even if you are raped and robbed by someone, you will start rape and robbed by someone. Once you turn over, you will start rape and robbed by someone." Jin Zhegui scratched his head and yawned. She had an accurate answer in her heart, that is, "You are a pervert."

"Girl, sleep, grandpa is guarding you." The blind old man whispered.

Jin Zhegui yelled and squatted beside the fire and closed his eyes.

Mr. Zeng originally planned to turn the antidote when the old man Blindman fell asleep. At this time, he looked at the old man Blindman, and saw him sitting motionlessly, and he tried to move. He heard the old man Blindman ask, "What do you want for Mr. Zeng?" He replied, "The feet are numb", and he dared not move anymore, thinking about what great things he can do in the future, and he can still respect him at this moment...—

In the woods, Liang Song led people to Ke Huyuan, Lin Huyuan and others after a life-and-death battle, and finally, his already seriously injured partner was even deeper. It was even more uncomfortable than being injured. Liang Song and the others won, but the dead were also their former partners who shared weal and woe.

The rain washed the blood into the stream, and Liang Song and the remaining two guards supported each other.

"Let's go and go find the young master quickly."

The heavy rain made people even weaker. Liang Song and the other two didn't care to hide from the rain and went down the mountain. The soaked clothes were tightly pressed against their bodies, and their shoes were filled with rain. After one step, they left a "silly" sound.

The three of them walked for the middle of the night and finally walked to the foot of the mountain. The shadow of the farmhouse gradually appeared in the rain.

"Young master must have gone to the village to shelter from the rain, let's go too." Without thinking, the three of them tacitly supported each other and walked towards the village.

The blood on the three of them had been washed away by the rain. Although blood was bleeding from the wound from time to time, the three of them were all handsome and looked like a gentleman. So the ancient village easily accepted the three of them.

The three of them lived in a family of five people. Liang Song held the hot tea handed over by the old woman at home and couldn't help but ask: "Old woman, have you ever seen a very handsome young man coming over with a blind old man and a lame child?"

The old woman said, "It's such a heavy rain that I can't hear the noise of the next house. The three of you escaped from Guazhou, right? In the past two days, several of us came from Guazhou from our village. The poor ones were all hungry and red in their eyes."

Liang Song hesitated and said, "Old lady, you need a straw raincoat at home. I'll borrow it for me. I'm anxious to find someone."

"Brother, let's look for me tomorrow. It's raining all night long. Who is patiently coming out of the quilt?" the old woman yawned.

Liang Song hurriedly said, "Then let me listen to the old lady. Let's go to bed quickly. We'll just hide in this woodshed."

The old woman could not find any extra bedding at her house for Liang Song and the other two, and said, "There is hot porridge in the pot, so eat some when you are hungry." Then she went back to the house to sleep.

Liang Song and his three bodies were tired and sad, and they looked at the oil lamp left by the old woman in silence.

The wooden door creaked, and a seven or eight-year-old boy with a head and a brain ran into the woodshed. The boy opened his eyes wide and asked excitedly and admirably: "The three uncles are heroes?" He looked at Liang Song's sword and walked over tentatively to touch it with his hands.

Liang Song smiled and said, "We are heroes."

"The hero who kills the strong and helps the weak, and robs the rich and helps the poor?" The boy mustered up the courage to lift Liang Song's sword.

Liang Song looked at the boy and couldn't help but think of Meng Zhan, "...Yes, we are heroes who kill the strong and help the weak, and rob the rich and help the poor."

"Zhuzi, come back to sleep quickly." The old woman's voice sounded, and the boy quickly put down Liang Song's sword, turned around and ran outward.

Outside the village, Fan Kang, who was also standing at the foot of the mountain, leaned against the big tree, his cold eyes swept the village in the rain with contempt, holding the sword's hand, his thumb kept pushing up the hilt and dodging quickly, and the sword kept hitting the scabbard, making a tinging sound.

"The Flower Ghost Head must be hiding in the village." Fan Kang was afraid that the Blind Old Man had been carefully grasping the distance. At this time, the path at the foot of the mountain was facing a large house in the village. Without thinking, he concluded that the Blind Old Man and his party were hiding in the village, and he determined that the Blind Old Man and his group had already met with Liang Song.

Although Liang Song was injured, his martial arts were far above him and he could not pass by rashly, first, avoid being recognized by the old man Blind; second, he would not die under Liang Song's sword; third, the old man Blind had known that someone had followed them, so he should have designed the old man Blind thought that his follower was actually Mr. Zeng and his group of people. In this way, the old man Blind could let go of his guard and handed over to the hands of two little bastards of the Jin family in times of crisis.

What method should be used?

Fan Kang reached out and followed the rain dripping from the tree. Hearing the whimpering sound behind him, he turned around and saw a thin wolf baring at him without knowing his own life and death, and immediately came up with a countermeasure.
Chapter completed!