The middle-aged man ran away without even daring to look back.
Some timid people also ran away without even saying thank you.
Some of the dozens of people who were originally blocked and tied up on the road escaped before, and now some have escaped, leaving only a dozen or so Miaomiao people, still standing there hesitantly.
Naturally, this also includes the grandfather and grandson who were rescued by Xiaotuanzi.
Although Xiaotuanzi helped them, he didn't expect these ordinary people to thank him. He waved his hands casually and said: "You can leave too."
Only then did a dozen or so people move slowly, walking past them cautiously, all of them blushing and whispering thank you.
"Thank you..."
"Thank you very much, young masters."
"Good people are rewarded."
There was also little Douding who was held in the arms of an adult, with tears still hanging on his cheeks, and he said in a milky voice: "Thank you, brother!"
Jun Buli glanced coldly, his expression was very cold, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.
Xiaotuanzi curled his eyes and waved his hand towards Xiaodouding.
Most of the people left, only the grandfather and grandson were left at the end.
The old man took his grandson in his hand, walked up to him, thanked him again, and said worriedly: "You two young masters, everyone has left, you should leave quickly. These bandits have suffered a big loss, and they will definitely come back to trouble you.
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Xiaotuanzi tilted his head and looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Grandpa, are you all villagers living nearby? Don't you blame us for letting the tiger go back to the mountain?"
You know, they can leave, but the people living nearby cannot. After the monster siege is over, they will come back sooner or later.
If these gangsters hold grudges, they might be remembered, and then they will suffer.
This is also the reason why the middle-aged man is dissatisfied.
The old man smiled shamefully, waved his hands and said: "Young master, don't say such things. If you hadn't taken action today, I, the old man, and my grandson would all have died here. This is already a great favor.
How can a human being be so cautious?"
Xiaotuanzi blinked.
When Jun Buli heard this, he couldn't help but said: "But others don't think so."
There are people in this world who remember gratitude but not grudges, and there are also people who remember grudges but not kindness.
He is not satisfied with being helped, but instead resents others for not helping him to the end, as if others deserve to solve his troubles.
The old man shook his head and said: "Young masters are still too young to be stained with blood. You'd better get out of here quickly."
The little boy held the half pill wrapped in a handkerchief tightly in his hand. He looked at Xiaotuanzi eagerly. He wanted to say something but then his face turned red. He whispered: "...Thank you, pill,
I will give grandpa something to eat."
When Jun Buli saw the handkerchief in his hand, his eyes flashed with sullenness again, and he didn't want to speak aloofly.
He doesn’t even have Xiao Mo’s handkerchief...
After the old man left with his little grandson, Jun Buli and Xiao Tuanzi were the only two people still standing there.
Four or five unconscious gangsters were lying on the ground.
"Xiao Mo, what are we going to do now?" Jun Buli collected his emotions and turned around to ask curiously.
"How do you know what I plan to do?" Xiaotuanzi puffed up his cheeks.
"I guessed it." Jun Buli blinked blankly, "Isn't that right?"
He just felt that Xiao Mo was so smart that he would never let the tiger go back to the mountain. Since he let the three gangsters escape, there must be another plan.