A feeling of despair hit his heart. This backpack is so important to him!

Almost all his belongings in the backpack are equivalent to his wealth and life. The most important thing is that Tong Xinyue, who can prove his identity, is also in the backpack. Fengyang Inn only recognizes the tokens. If it is thrown away, he will have no way out.

Can be left.

Seeing the wind blowing in a frustration, the boss's wife felt sympathy and pointed out outside the door, "Just run out, go chase me!" and said softly: "What a melon skin."

Running out "Dingdeng" and Feng Sheng stood outside the door. Looking into the distance, he vaguely saw a young man in gray Kak running towards the distance. He hurriedly chased after him.

Through the crowd, the wind ran and shouted, but no one could understand him, but just stood strangely and watched him running.

After chasing for hundreds of meters, Fengsheng had already seen the escaped person. The Kake on his body was so big that he was swinging around, like a swing, so that he ran like a kangaroo.

quick.

Turning the road, the young man turned into an alley, with stones on both sides making houses, all uphill roads. Although the wind was not as old as his appearance, he was old after all, and he began to breathe in a panic.

, standing there, watching the young man running forward, almost losing his trace.

Just as the wind was breathing, the young man stopped, covered his chest with his hands, gasped, and looked back at him, with the wind's backpack on his back.

The wind breathed for a moment and chased him again. When the young man saw the wind, he ran forward quickly and turned into a downhill road again. The road was narrower, and it was paved with lumps of stones.

Strangely, the young man always distanced several hundred meters from Fengshen, but Fengshen could see him, but could not catch up with him. Fengshen was anxious and had only backpacks in his eyes. No matter how strange or not, he tried his best to do his best.

, run forward.

Just as the wind was just a few steps away and was about to catch the young man, he suddenly ran to the path to the left.

Feng Sheng was overjoyed and turned left, flew around and almost put on the young man's shoulders, but his feet were suddenly entangled by something invisible, and his whole body suddenly leaned forward and rushed into the air.

Now, he fell back to the ground...to be precise, it was the gravel pavement.

The wind swooped down, and his lungs were squeezing violently. Before he could breathe, he tried to raise his head and looked around in confusion, and found that his feet were hanging in mid-air by a rope, and his mouth was almost touching.

The road was on the road, and there were several people standing next to him, holding their hands in front of their chests, watching him swinging on the swing there.

Feng Sheng suddenly realized that this was a trap. The young man deliberately ran slowly and led him here. It was too late to regret it. Unexpectedly, he was used to the strong winds and waves, but he capsized in the gutter.

"Where is the goods?" a man asked squatted down. He was wearing a brown high-necked cotton jacket, medium-sized and thin, with a bit of buck teeth, and his mouth was about to touch Fengsheng's cheek.

The wind sounded upwards, trying to grab the rope and straighten it up, but it couldn't reach it, so he had to close his eyes and droop his head, "What did you say?"

"Pretending garlic!" The buck-toothed man raised his foot and kicked Feng Sheng at the waist, making a "bang", followed by Feng Sheng's painful oh-so.

"I really don't know what 'good' you said?"

"My mouth is hard enough! Haha, it's normal, no one wants to spit out fat." Then, the buck-toothed man aimed at Feng Sheng and attacked again with his hard leather shoes.

Feng Sheng saw that if this continues, he will definitely be beaten to death by this bastard. He has to accept the end of the hero and said hurriedly: "There is goods, there is goods, you can put me down quickly."

"Is this what it means to be sensible?" said the buck-toothed man reaching out and patting Feng Sheng on the cheek. "Put him down quickly."

A strong young man standing behind twisted his body, walked to the stone wall on the right, and began to untickle the rope.

After a while, the rope was loosened, and the wind suddenly fell down. His waist hit the gravel floor, making him scream.

Feng Sheng arched his body, sat on the ground, looking at the three people strangely, still not understanding what was going on.

The buck-toothed man squatted in front of him, stretched out his palm, looked at Feng Sheng's face, and asked, "Where is the goods?"

"No."

"You're fucking pretending, we're targeting you as soon as you left the bus station." The bucktoothed man continued, "Are you a local?"

"no."

"Then are you here for a trip?"

Feng Sheng thought for a while, "Is that true?"

The bucktoothed man was furious and punched Feng Sheng in the stomach, "Take it over quickly, I don't have time to tease you!"

"I've put it in a friend."

"Which friend?"

"Manager Lin of Fengyang Inn."
Chapter completed!