The mountainous area above the slope was vast and open, and there was plenty of room to avoid the silver whip, but Qian Fengrong really couldn't find any room to fight back.
He was whipped again on his arm, and the sharp barbs dug into his flesh. Qian Fengrong was furious: "Didn't you throw away the whip already?"
"Who told you I only have one!" Xia Zhaoyi yelled and attacked again.
Seeing a bit of silver light behind him on the right, Xia Zhaoyi changed direction.
With a "bang" sound, Qian Fengrong stepped on the animal trap on the ground. It was the trap set by the villagers of Qingxiang Village.
Xia Zhaoyi followed closely with the long whip in her hand. Qian Fengrong grabbed a long piece of wood in the chaos and slapped it at her. While she was avoiding it, he grabbed the animal trap with both hands and let out a loud roar to capture the animal.
The clip was opened by him forcefully.
"You want to deal with me?" Qian Fengrong grabbed the animal trap that was broken into two parts, raised his hand and threw it at Xia Zhaoyi, and then picked up a wooden board on the ground.
"You bitch," Qian Fengrong said in a dark voice, "I really think I'm afraid of you. Give me a knife and I can cut you into pieces!"
The mountains were cold and quiet, and Xia Zhaoyi looked at him coldly, his dark eyes seeming to have been tempered by the cold light under the moonlight.
She was not tired from the long chase, but she really didn't want to let this man go.
Qian Fengrong clenched the wooden board in his hand, waiting for her next step.
Seeing her standing there holding the whip, Qian Fengrong laughed loudly: "Why, you finally can't beat..."
Before the word "moving" could be pronounced, Xia Zhaoyi suddenly rushed over again.
Qian Fengrong turned around and ran away.
This place is all a trap. If he confronts her here, he is a fool!
Xia Zhaoyi continued to chase her, but Qian Fengrong didn't expect her face to be serious. Xia Zhaoyi thought he was going to fight her with the rectangular wooden board, but instead he inserted it into the waistband of her pants.
, running with one hand supported to block her silver whip.
After chasing for nearly three miles, the voices of the militiamen chasing behind gradually faded away, and they had entered the opponent's territory.
Qian Fengrong ran and shouted loudly, asking someone to come pick him up.
When people at the foot of the mountain heard the sound, a large number of militiamen came running.
When he saw the refugee militiamen running towards him, Qian Fengrong stopped, pulled out the plank from his back, and hit Xia Zhaoyi.
The silver whip broke through the air and hit the wooden board. The sound of the impact was thick and thick in the night.
Qian Fengrong thought he could use a wooden board to catch the barbs on the silver whip and snatch her barbs away, but he found that there was a mechanism on the whip that could retract and release the barbs freely.
"You bitch, you're pretty good at making weapons!" Qian Fengrong scolded her while beating her.
"What I'm best at is making you unable to become a man!"
"Bitch!" Qian Fengrong attacked her violently.
Xia Zhaoyi finally changed from attack to dodge and defense. Suddenly she saw an opportunity, and the silver whip in her hand seemed to have eyes, and struck at the wound on his leg that was bitten by the trap.
Qian Fengrong screamed in pain and almost fell to the ground. Xia Zhaoyi sped up and rushed over, but Qian Fengrong was really able to carry it. He swung the wooden board in his hand at an extremely fast speed.
"Your waist is so soft, which man wouldn't be tempted!"
"Don't fall into my hands! Otherwise, I will tie you to the bed and you will never get off the bed again in your life."
"Looking at your young age, have you ever tasted the feeling of ecstasy? Huh? I will take you to Lele!"
"Young lady, you are so mean and slutty!"
The more Qian Fengrong talked, the more excited he became, and his hands became stronger and stronger.
"In front!" The homeless militiamen came running, "They are there!"
Suddenly, the wooden board in Qian Fengrong's hand was kicked to pieces by Xia Zhaoyi.
The silver whip was thrown at his face, and Qian Fengrong quickly avoided it. There was still a bloody gash on his face, just under the skin where she had beaten him before, and the gash had not even healed yet.
The barbs tore the flesh and blood dripped. Qian Fengrong stretched out his hand and wiped it: "You stinky cousin!"
He suddenly reached out and reluctantly grabbed Xia Zhaoyi's silver whip and pulled it. Xia Zhaoyi immediately raised his knife and cut off the silver whip with the dagger.
The broken half was thrown towards her by Qian Fengrong. Xia Zhaoyi quickly avoided it, while Qian Fengrong turned around and ran towards the militiamen in front.
Xia Zhaoyi stood there with a broken whip in one hand and a dagger in the other, watching him go away.
"Qianzhuangshi!"
"Former general!"
The wandering militiamen shouted one after another.
Qian Fengrong gasped for air and became irritable due to the severe pain.
He covered his face and looked behind him, and the homeless militiamen followed his gaze and looked up.
There are layers of clouds in the sky, sweeping the sky and the earth like gauze curtains. The girl stands in the wind, wearing a black girdle, which is thin and slender under the moonlight.
The lights from across the mountain fell behind her, spreading a shadow. She looked at Qian Fengrong coldly, her face was cold and pretty, and her eyes were like ice.
"Smelly bitch!" Qian Fengrong shouted, "Come on, keep chasing!"
"Eunuch," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I'm going to say this, but I won't let you die happily. If I call you eunuch, I will make you an eunuch."
"If I call you a stinky bitch, I will make you cry under me and beg me to call you my daddy!" Qian Fengrong's strong point is using harsh words.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and left.
"How powerful do you think you are, bitch, what can you do to me!" Seeing her leaving, Qian Fengrong became even more excited, "The woman in that room was so happy with me! You go back and ask her, who is I?"
It doesn’t make her happy!”
Xia Zhaoyi clenched the dagger and knife in her hands, wishing she could chop him into pieces.
"Don't worry! It will be your turn soon! Remember everything I said today!"
Seeing the girl walking further and further away without saying a word, Qian Fengrong stopped yelling.
When he first came to travel around the country, he met her on a boat. What attracted him most was her figure and back.
He had seen and slept with so many women, but her back made him never forget her, and for a time he was haunted by her.
It’s so damn mouth-watering!
Qian Fengrong cursed in a low voice, his mouth full of blood.
The ancestral hall in Qingxiang Village was saved and was not affected by the fire.
Old Mrs. Liu's house was half burned, but fortunately the fire was put out in time and it did not completely collapse.
Several reporters sent by Zhan Qiye counted back and found that a total of seventeen houses were destroyed, and three people were smoked and burned to death.
In addition to these three people, nine people died in the trench attack and defense, and six people died in the assassination in the village. The remaining injured need to be counted separately based on serious injuries and minor injuries.
The opponent suffered more casualties, and the ditch that had just been cleaned up was once again splashed with fresh and hot blood, and dozens of people were captured alive by the secret guards.
Master Zhan Qi came over with a big knife to kill them. Master Zhan Jiu and Master Zhan hurriedly stopped him. Du Xuan also stepped forward, disapproving of his killing.
The more Mo Wuye watched, the more dissatisfied he became, and he stepped forward to quarrel with Zhan Jiuye and the others.
Just as the quarrel between the two sides became more and more fierce over the prisoners, a militiaman ran over quickly and shouted from a distance: "Miss Ali is back!"
Du Xuan turned around and let Wu Shaoning watch. He said something to Master Zhan Jiu and left quickly.
When she found Xia Zhaoyi, she had just taken over from a village doctor to set Changle's bones.
