Chapter 1772 Extra Story: Whose Boy (3)

This is a small village near Wujiang Town, not far from the town, enough to get back to the town before dark.

However, Hongdou has been overworked for several days, and he was once tired before, and his body was already overloaded. After walking for a short distance, he had to stop and rest for a while before continuing to walk. In addition, it had just rained in the morning, and the road was muddy and slippery. Walking was difficult. Halfway through the journey, the sky has already come to an end.

Fortunately, this place is not remote, and you can vaguely see lights on both sides of the path from a distance. Hong Dou is not afraid, but the shoes on his feet are already covered with mud, and he feels heavy when he lifts his feet.

Looking around, she recalled that there was a ruined house not far ahead that had been washed away by the flood, with dense green grass growing in the corner. After thinking about it, Hongdou walked there.

When I got there, I followed my memory and found that piece of green grass, which was faintly recognizable in the night.

Lift your feet on it and slowly wipe the mud away.

When she was about to leave, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded around her. Stepping on the muddy ground brought up the sound of muddy water, and Hongdou's eyes were slightly condensed. She was familiar with this kind of footsteps. Uncle Wei Zi and the others used the same footsteps when they were training. The rhythm is consistent and orderly, extremely light.

Just as he was about to look over there, he suddenly smelled a very faint smell of blood from his nose.

Before she could jump away, a long arm stretched out from the darkness, quickly pulling her into the darkness, tightly covering her mouth and nose.

Being countered, Hongdou did not struggle blindly, and quickly calmed down to analyze the situation.

Judging from the opponent's great strength and the height he felt, the opponent was a man.

At this time, her back was against his chest, and the smell of blood from the end of her nose became stronger, and he was injured.

He restrained her but didn't do anything to hurt her, probably because he was afraid that those people would attract her if she made a movement. He was hiding from those people outside.

After confirming that the man had no intention of hurting her, Hongdou relaxed slightly, but she still held the two gold needles silently between her fingers. If he made any changes, she would not sit still.

The approaching footsteps approached, and after searching around for a while, they left in another direction.

Hong Dou struggled, motioning for the man to let her go.

She didn't struggle at first, and she had already expressed her attitude that she would not cause trouble.

With the hands covering her nose and mouth withdrawn, Hong Dou quickly backed out of the corner, looked at the dark place and said calmly, "You are hurt, you'd better get out of here quickly, so as not to hurt the innocent."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and threw a bottle of wound medicine in, "Here you are."

For some reason, after she spoke, the breathing of the people inside seemed to be suffocated.

Frowning suspiciously, Hongdou turned and left without exploring out of curiosity.

She practiced medicine to save lives, but she didn't like getting into trouble.

The person inside was obviously hunted down by someone, no matter whether the other person is good or bad, it has nothing to do with her. Giving him a bottle of wound medicine is a gift for him not hurting her.

Benevolence is exhausted.

She didn't know that after she turned around, there was a pair of eyes behind her firmly grasping her back. The eyes were as dark as the deep sea, and the flames dancing in the eyes were so violent that they could burn everything.

He stood there, trembling all over, the moment she spoke, even his breathing froze.

red beans.

When he was in pain, he called her name thousands of times, but when she really stood in front of him, he couldn't even open his mouth.

His back was weak against the cold wall, he raised his lips and smiled, "Red beans..."

The voice is hoarse and rough, like quicksand.