Luck was not too bad. After walking for some time, a pool of water appeared in the deep part of the meadow, including a spring.

Ling Qingyu tore his underwear and dipped the cotton cloth with spring water to wash the wound behind Meng su.

The wound was full of fine dust. Ling Qingyu washed it very carefully, cleaned the wound little by little, and then took out the medicine from his belt.

"Wait, the head of the household, use this to rush." Meng Su handed her a small pot.

Ling Qingyu took the smell and knew it was wine. He opened the lid and said, "it may hurt very much, so the pain will cry out."

"I can stand it." Meng Su chuckled.

Pour the wine in the pot carefully on the wound, Meng Su's body stiffened, but then relaxed again, until Ling Qingyu wiped it off without snorting.

Ling Qingyu poured the powder on the wound and said with a praise, "it's a man!"

Asked him to turn around, Ling Qingyu stripped off his underwear, tore it open and made a bandage for him, then looked at the big hole behind him, untied his cloak and surrounded him.

Meng Su didn't refuse, but put her in her cloak and said, "let's go."

Ling Qingyu nodded and hid in his cloak honestly. She didn't have cotton underwear, and there was a Satin Robe outside. If she didn't borrow the heat of this cloak, she would get sick if she didn't die.

Looking at the sky and the spring, Meng Su held Ling Qingyu to a dirt corner and said to Ling Qingyu, "master, wait for me here for a while."

"Don't you mean not to be alone?" Ling Qingyu asked puzzled.

Meng Su took off his cloak and wrapped it around her, saying, "it's getting dark. I'll build here, or it's not good to spend the night. Don't worry, I'll be where you can see."

There are some low small shrubs and some debris on the meadow. Meng Su moved some debris, built the soil corner higher, and then built it into a circle. Then he took some small shrubs and inserted them in the soil corner. In this way, from a distance, it seems that this is just a small soil bag with some shrubs.

Meng Su picked up some dead branches and took them into the earth bag. Then he handed lingqingyu the wine pot with a little wine and said, "it's cold at night. Drink some to warm up."

His back bled again because of hard work. Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, "drink it."

Meng Su smiled, hung the wine pot back on his belt, then spread his torn cloak on the ground, and said to Ling Qingyu, "take a rest."

"And you?" Lingqingyu asked.

"I'll see if I can find something to eat." Meng sudao.

It was almost dark, and there was only a faint light left. Ling Qingyu grabbed him and said, "don't go, I still have some dried meat here. Come in quickly, it will be very cold when it gets dark."

After looking at the sky, Meng Su came back and saw that Ling Qingyu had opened his cloak, smiled slightly, leaned over and said, "forgive me, master, it's not easy to make a fire here."

Ling Qingyu nodded, waited for him to lean over, and surrounded them with a cloak. This is already within the territory of Dangxiang, and it is also a plain area. Once the fire is ignited, it can be seen from far away. If it is found, it will be in trouble.

It was completely dark in the twinkling of an eye, and the temperature began to drop sharply.

"Mengsu." Ling Qingyu's teeth trembled and called.

"In." Meng Su's voice sounded an inch away.

"Can I hug you? It's cold." Lingqingyu asked.

A pair of arms stretched out to hold her in his arms, and then let her sit against his chest.

There was no gap, and the space surrounded by the cloak suddenly became much warmer. Ling Qingyu sighed contentedly and said, "sorry, I'm a little afraid of the cold."

"Is the injury still not good?" Meng Su asked.

"No, it may be a physical problem." Ling Qingyu said, taking off her purse from her waist, in which Yan San put dried meat as a snack for her.

Took out a piece of dried meat and put it in Meng Su's hand. Ling Qingyu took one and chewed it in his mouth. He asked, "can you find the way back?"

Meng Su scratched his finger on the dried meat, quietly put the dried meat into his pocket and said, "try it tomorrow."

"I don't know what happened to Yan San and them." Ling Qingyu frowned and said that Han Liang, who was the first to bear the brunt of so many horse and cow riots, did not know what was going on.

"The third master has excellent martial arts. He will be fine." Meng Su whispered.

The two men quieted down, only Ling Qingyu chewed the dried meat hard.

When Ling Qingyu finished eating, Meng Su said with a smile, "I'll get some water." Wrap the cloak around her, and Meng Su comes out of the earth bag.

The temperature outside was already more than ten degrees below zero. Meng Su's body was shaking with cold. He hurried to the spring, brushed away the ice floe on the water, took off the wine pot from his waist, and put some water in it.

Back to the earth bag, he handed the pot to Ling Qingyu. Meng Su rubbed his hands. When his hands were warmer, Fang sat behind Ling Qingyu and surrounded them with a cloak.

There was a smell of wine in the pot. Ling Qingyu was stunned. He still understood his good intentions. The weather was too cold. Drinking some wine could still warm his body. The wine had been diluted by water. Should it be all right? Ling Qingyu raised her head and drank the water in the pot.

Meng Su brought liquor. Although two-thirds of the water was washed, it still warmed Ling Qingyu's body, leaned back, and found the most comfortable position. Ling Qingyu looked up at the sky and said, "Meng Su, look, the starry sky here is so beautiful."

It was silent around, and it seemed that the stars in the sky were shining, and it was unreal and moving under the cold fog.

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"Well." Looking at the starry sky, Meng Su bowed his head and answered.

"I sometimes think that if you don't come back, we will always be on the Aeolus and come back to Dazhou to play when we are free. If only we could keep doing that." Ling Qingyu looked at the stars all over the sky and sighed. She would never say this to Yang Zhao, but tonight, she actually said it to Meng Su in such a strange way. Maybe it was because of the night sky which was somewhat similar to that in East Africa, or maybe it was because of the strong alcohol mixed with water.

Meng Su's body stiffened slightly, didn't speak, just hugged her more tightly.

The deeper the night, the colder it became. Ling Qingyu subconsciously leaned closer to his chest behind him, and his eyes could not open.

"Sleep." Meng Su whispered.

Ling Qingyu blinked, then slowly closed his eyes. As soon as he was ready to meet Zhou Gong, he heard a noise in the distance.

Ling Qingyu fought a cold war, opened his eyes, and Meng Su gathered together to look through the bushes on the soil bag.

Under the cold moonlight and starlight, a group of horses ran from the distance of the meadow. The people on the horses whistled after several people who stumbled and ran away in front.

It seemed like a family, a man holding a child, a woman holding a teenager, ran to the spring in a panic.

The pursuers behind were obviously teasing them, not whipping their horses on their backs.

"Still running?" Immediately, one person laughed, and then a whip was pulled out to overturn the man.

The woman and boy rushed up and helped the man up. At this time, the horse behind them had surrounded them.

The group was afraid of hundreds of people, holding all kinds of weapons, and the blood on the weapons flashed a dark red light in the moonlight.

Sand bandit? Ling Qingyu inquired and looked at Meng su. Seeing Meng Su's lips tightly pursed and eyebrows tightly locked, she clearly turned back.

"Adult, please, spare the child!" The man knelt on the ground and begged the man on the horse for mercy.

"Can't you run? Run!" The sand bandits laughed.

"Brother, there is a spring here!" A sand bandit rode to the spring and laughed.

"Just in time, let's camp here." For the head sand bandit road.

The rest of the people answered and dismounted one after another. Some of them rushed the four members of the family aside without tying them, and told them to kneel there.

Soon, the sand bandits lit a bonfire, took out dried meat and wine from their backpacks and drank.

The horses scattered around, and several approached the earth bag. The strong smell of blood came. Ling Qingyu frowned unconsciously. A closer look showed that a bunch of heads were hanging on the saddle, and his heart was evil. He hurriedly covered his mouth and pressed his vomiting back.

Meng Su hugged her tightly with one hand and quietly untied the waist knife with the other.

Ling Qingyu pressed his hand and shook his head slightly. There were hundreds of sand bandits here. Meng Su, no matter how strong he was, was not Yan San.

Meng Su patted her gently, indicating that although the family was poor, he could not resist so many sand bandits with his strength, not to mention Ling Qingyu.

There was a whimpering wind on the meadow, which made the shrubs rustle, and brought the smell of the campfire. The taste was very strange, not only the smell of meat, but also a greasy sweet smell.

Ling Qingyu unconsciously looked over to the campfire and saw that a sand bandit was falling on the fire like a leaf in a cloth bag. The sand bandits around were laughing.

Although separated by some distance, Ling Qingyu seems to be able to see that the man and woman's face is very pale.

Then they didn't know what they said. The man suddenly stood up, grabbed a knife from the sand bandit nearby, turned around and stabbed the woman in the chest.

Lingqingyu saw that he grabbed the knife and said something in his heart. As a result, he turned and stabbed into the woman's chest, and the woman actually fell down with gratitude on her face. She was stunned.

The sand bandit who was robbed of the knife turned the man over with one foot and cut off one of the man's hands.

"Well thought." The sand bandit beside the campfire emptied the cloth bag, walked up to the man, kicked him, and said, "just in time, I want to be a man today."

The man was rolling on the ground in pain. Hearing his words, he shouted to his son, "bite your tongue."

"It's not that easy." The sand bandit had already pinched his chin with a short body, and then squeezed it violently, crushing his chin, and the other sand bandits had surrounded the boy.

"They put Epimedium." Meng Su's fingers painted on Ling Qingyu's palm. These sand bandits must have just looted a village. They are used to putting these things to raise people's interest when celebrating the victory, making the next play more crazy and full of fun. After thinking about it, Meng Su wrote again: don't look.

Ling Qingyu retracted his head and covered his ears, but he could not escape the shrill screams and the proud laughter of the sand bandits.

The boy had been hung from a dead tree and stripped naked. Several sand bandits with horsewhip whipped him severely, and the man was stripped naked.

Other sand bandits were also excited. Someone lost his whip, pulled the boy's legs apart, and rushed in directly.

The scream became more and more miserable, and Ling Qingyu's body trembled slightly. If they were also found

Meng Su also retracted his head, held Ling Qingyu in his arms, and his hand holding the handle of the knife was white.

The carnival outside lasted for a long time, and the cries of men and teenagers gradually fell down, and finally fell silent.

Ling Qingyu quietly raised his head and looked out from the gap. He saw that the boy hanging on the tree was covered with blood. He didn't know how many knives he had been cut. His two chests had become big holes, and his face had been blurred, and the man's body on the ground was even more fragmented.

After only one look, Ling Qingyu turned pale and shrank back. These bandits are not human! This is not something that human beings can do!