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Chapter 462 Don't be afraid of getting hurt, only afraid of losing

The light in the room was very dim, and the kidnappers lying all over the floor looked like piles of sloppy mud.

After tidying up these rough people who looked down upon, the woman in black turned around in disgust, and quickly glanced at the door with a pair of cat eyes.

The suffocating black figure had disappeared.

"The master was obviously still there just now."

"Uh, wherever I like to go."

Long Yun's apprentice had just had a fight with the group of big guys whom she ridiculed as 'idiots', his hands were sore and his hair was messed up.

Rules are always set by the strong.

The weak work hard, and may not be able to get more money.

It's better to be lazy while there is no new order.

Move quickly to a slightly brighter place by the window.

With a gleam of light, he hastily pulled out a small copper mirror from his sleeve, tied his hair in a messy bun, and wiped his face back and forth with a fine silk handkerchief.

After cleaning up briefly, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to find the master, but looked at the bruised and numb man who was acting as a hostage and cargo with interest.

Zhang Wenxuan was tied with a rope slipknot around his neck, tied to a wooden post in the middle of the room like a dog, and sat on the ground in a daze.

Just after he was released from the sack, he experienced a messy fight, his mind was dazed, and he had many new injuries on his body, so he had no ability to escape at all.

"Miss Tang has a good eye. Doctors who have studied abroad are really different from ordinary men."

He didn't respond, ignored him, and continued to sit still.

The woman in black took a few steps forward, squatted beside the hostage, and waved the silk handkerchief that had wiped her face and smelled of powder in front of him.

"How old is this year? Would you like to talk to me?"

Zhang Wenxuan closed his eyes and buried his face in his elbow without saying a word.

She slapped his chest angrily, "See if you have the ability to continue pretending to be dumb!"

After receiving this beating, all internal organs ached, and a violent cough echoed in the room.

Both Chen Xing and Qilan entered the room.

Hearing someone coughing, they looked at the woman in black at the same time——
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the teenagers:
After trying so hard to go to the Tang's house but failed to find anyone, he actually transferred a group of kidnappers to a dilapidated house that they happened to pass by in advance, such a coincidence in the world!

The room was dim, and there were no lights and candles. Zhang Wenxuan was half-squatting and half-sitting with his hands on his chest, his back was stubborn and lonely.

"It's Brother Zhang!"

"Don't move, I'll save someone!"

"Wait a minute," Chen Xing was quick-witted, and pulled Qilan back, "Master is afraid of rats, and most of the apprentices are also afraid. I'll learn it again to be more like it, and scare her half to death."

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

Just about to repeat the old trick, he heard a series of real mouse calls from the corner behind him, big and small.

The two of them couldn't help turning their heads quietly, only to see a tail as thick as chopsticks rustling out of a dark hole in the broken wall.

The hole is not big, but the inside is very active, and the tail swings back and forth from time to time.

real mouse? !
God help me too.

It is daytime.Perhaps it was hungry and eager to find food, the mouse poked its pointed gray haired head out of the hole in the wall, eager to come out and move.

Perhaps it has been teased by humans, it has been probing repeatedly, and it seems to want to ensure that there is no danger around it before boldly coming out of the hole.

They all kept their eyes on the cunning little furry creature.

It's definitely not good to grab it hard, you can only get some bait to see if it will not be fooled.

The kitchen is at the back of the hall.

They sneaked in lightly, found a small jar filled with lard on the stove, stood firmly one after the other, and set up their positions.

The jar is round, with smooth walls, and the lard is sticky and fragrant.

"Roll over gently, not too loudly."

"That woman didn't pay attention here, hurry up!"

The jar rolled sullenly along the ground by the wall twice.

The lard freezes solidly and has a strong flavor.

The hungry and panicked mouse really got out in a hurry, and plunged into the jar excitedly.

"It's so fat. You can tell it's the mother's when you look at the belly. Look around and there may be cubs inside."

Qilan probed into the hole again with a wooden stick, poked it lightly, and sure enough, a semicircular nest filled with hay and tattered cotton hair was created.

In this nest, there are four small pink meat balls wriggling. If you look closely, they are all mouse cubs whose eyes have not been opened.

Seeing a group of small lives, Qilan couldn't bear it.

"The mother who caught them, will these little mice also be taken away?"

"Of course, take it away. What if it comes in handy? If Miss Jin can't beat the man on the eaves, you and I won't be able to resist. It's all up to the mouse to help. After completing the task, we will take good care of it. kill."

After Chen Xing finished speaking, he gently pinched the two ends of the nest, and the meatballs rolled into the jar without missing a beat, squeaking and squeezing into a ball with the mother mouse.

With his eyes, he signaled Qilan to hide under the table behind the woman in black.

He hugged the lard jar tightly, mustered up the courage to flash to the door, and sighed with a smile:

"Hey, I opened my eyes. I came out of my mother's womb. It's the first time I saw a big girl touching a strange man in broad daylight. I'm not ashamed!"

When Long Yun's apprentice saw a young man leaning against the door frame, his whole body was dirty, he took it for granted that he was a passing beggar.

If she was in a good mood on weekdays, she might be able to spend one or two copper coins to get rid of it.

However, this "beggar" has eyes that don't know Mount Tai, and dares to satirize her sharply, so he can't help but get angry.

In a fit of anger, he left behind the weak hostage, and chased straight towards the door.

Even though Chen Xing knew that his move was more dangerous than good, he did it for the sake of his friend.

He ran as fast as he could, hiding in the narrow alleys, choosing dirty and smelly places as much as possible.

After all this tossing and delaying for a little time, he could not escape the fate of being stuck at the end of the alley.

"What a stinky beggar, meddling in my own business will cost me my head!"

"So what if you lose your head? Since ancient times, no one has died!"

The jar in his hand was trembling, but the creaking inside could be heard clearly.

I don’t know if the rats were inspired by his impassioned words, or if they enjoyed eating lard
In the house, apart from a pile of stiff dead bodies, there were only two living people left.

Qilan tore open the rope knot vigorously, set up Zhang Wenxuan with earthy face, and staggered out.

A line of tears flowed from the eyes of the rescued person, choked with sobs and struggled to break free from his hand:

"Xiaolan, hurry up and help your friend. Don't worry about me being a waste. I'm a burden to you."

"We're not afraid of getting hurt, we're afraid of losing. After losing Sister Yuexian, we can't lose you again!"

As the boy said, he stretched out his hand to help him, but he stubbornly hugged a small pine tree that was as thick as a bowl outside the door, shaking his head and refusing to leave.

Qilan's persuasive persuasion was ineffective, and she was worried that Chen Xing's life would be in danger if she confronted the enemy, so she had no choice but to leave temporarily and go to help first:
"Brother Wenxuan, hold on, when Sister Jin comes down from the eaves, we will go back together!"

(End of this chapter)