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early morning.

The first ray of sunshine spreads down, making the dim earth clearer.

This is a high slope in the suburbs. The slope is very large, like a small mountain, surrounded by vegetation and lushness.

However, at the center of the high slope, there is a simple thatched hut. Although this thatched hut is simple, its area is not small, and it is estimated to be at least 100 square meters.

Not far from the hut is a not-so-large farmland, with some immature vegetables planted inside. Next to the farmland, there is a fence, inside which are some poultry such as chickens, ducks and other poultry.

No matter how far away you can see some reflected light, it seems like a not-so-large water storage pool.

Wang Sancai stood on the high slope, the wind blew his eyes, and the wound on his forehead was scarred, but he looked around in surprise, because within his sight, there were lush vegetation, and behind him was an extremely narrow and secret path. The path was surrounded by vegetation, and even he walked up, he couldn't figure out where the path was.

Mr. Fat stood in front of Wang Sancai, quietly looking at the thatched hut not far away, with a calm and pleasant expression, and there was no sign of the journey that had been traveling all night.

"How could there be a thatched hut here? It is the place you mentioned before to rest? We rushed to the side of Mr. Fat, followed Mr. Fat's gaze and looked at the hut. It seemed that he saw the small coffee table and a small stool in front of the hut. He couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect that there were people living on this kind of earthen slope in this wilderness."

"So it's safe here." Mr. Fat smiled: "This is my old friend's residence. Let's rest here for a long time before continuing on the road."

As he said that, Mr. Fat looked at the hut and took a deep breath, and walked towards him: "Follow me."

Wang Sancai had no choice but to follow, but lamented in his heart.

Since escaping from Toino City last night, Wang Sancai felt more and more mysterious when he heard Mr. Fat say something about Fang Tong and David Black.

He couldn't even know if Mr. Fat knew that before he showed up with Fernando and Bai Xiao, Natasha, Raven and Blair were hiding on several other trees.

It is precisely because of this incident that Wang San felt that this fat man must have a pair of "perspective eyes". Otherwise, how could he know so clearly?

And now, he actually has an old friend living in an inconspicuous wilderness. This fat man is really just an intelligence officer?

Wang Sancai only felt a thick fog covered with his body of Mr. Fatty walking in front of him, making him unable to see his appearance more and more.

Just as he was thinking about it, Wang San found that Mr. Fat had already walked to the hut and stopped. He also stopped. He saw that Mr. Fat was very excited and stood in front of the hut and took a few deep breaths before gently pulling the door.

"Old friend, are you okay? I'll come to see you." Mr. Fat's voice was calm, but Wang San could hear the longing hidden deep in it.

However, after a moment, no movement came from the hut.

Wang Sancai looked down at the coffee table and saw that there was no trace of dust on the coffee table and the small stool. This was impossible to blow the sun on this high slope. The only explanation was: someone had just wiped it.

"Is the owner of this place going down the mountain?" Wang Sancai kindly reminded.

"He couldn't go down the mountain and leave here." Mr. Fat replied in a low voice, with a certain tone, and then knocked on the door again.

However, this time, before he could speak, he suddenly heard a few footsteps coming from beside him. When he heard the sound, he saw a figure slowly walking out of the side of the hut.

This man is an old man with white hair and hair, with a goatee beard and a smile on his face, giving people a kind feeling. His body was slightly hunched, and his exposed upper body muscles also seemed a little loose, but he did not use crutches, and overall he looked very energetic.

As soon as Mr. Fat saw this old man, he immediately smiled in surprise. He quickly opened his arms and walked up, laughing and said, "Haha, old friend, I knew you must be still here."

The old man was startled at first, as if he had not recognized who Mr. Fat was, but when he heard Mr. Fat's words, his face suddenly realized, and a dazzling light burst out from his turbid eyes, and he opened his arms tremblingly and greeted Mr. Fat.

"Gaga, Erskin, how long hasn't seen you? Why have you become so fat?" The old man's laughter was a little strange. He hugged Mr. Fat with his dry arms, but obviously, it was difficult for him to hug Mr. Fat's waist.

Mr. Fat laughed happily and didn't feel any strange about the old man's name.

But Wang Sancai almost burst into laughter!

Two thin guys?

Although Wang Sancai didn't know what the "two" in the old man actually meant, he really couldn't associate the word "slim man" with Mr. Fat.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Mr. Fat smiled happily, "I was still a thin man at that time!"

"Gaga, let's not talk about the past. Since you are here, I will treat you well." Although the old man's laughter was strange, the kindness on his face was not strange at all. His eyes fell on Wang Sancai, and his eyes showed a closeness: "Hey, little guy, are you the apprentice of the second skinny man?"

Wang Sancai gave the old man a kind smile: "Hello, old man, I'm not his apprentice."

"Ah? Not an apprentice? Look at your tender skin, can you be the one Ershouzi who was looking for a good friend?" Obviously, the old man did not look so kind and kind. This sentence exposed his nature. He even couldn't help but mutter strangely: "Hey, Ershouzi, when did you change your taste and like men?!"

Wang Sancai's face was suddenly covered in darkness, and a group of grass and mud horses roared by in his heart.

"...Sanpang, why are you still looking like a scoundrel after so many years?" Although Mr. Pang was very dissatisfied with his words, his tone did not mean anything dissatisfied. Instead, he was a little kind. However, after saying this, he quickly let go of the old man and quickly introduced: "This little brother is my distinguished guest. Don't scare him. We encountered something, and we came to you and settled down for the time being."

As he said that, Mr. Fat suddenly looked at the direction of the way he came, stared in the horizon for a moment, and suddenly said, "You can help me first, I'll come."

"Hehe, distinguished guest...discount guest...I understand, you go." The old man smiled ambiguously, walked to the side of the coffee table with a trembling face, and said to Wang Sancai: "Little brother, sit down quickly, I'll go get the jar of wine."

Although this old man was a little disrespectful to the old man, Wang Sancai did not have the habit of letting the old man entertain him. Even when he heard the old man called him, a funny feeling rose in his heart and said quickly: "Old man, just call me a little guy, don't call me a little brother, and you don't have to be busy for me, I'll just stay here for a long time and leave."

"Don't worry, don't worry, sit here again." The old man Sanfat seemed extremely stubborn, and left this sentence and opened the door and walked into the hut.

Wang Sancai couldn't help feeling funny and helpless. A big fat man would be called "Second Thin Man", and a hunchbacked old man would be called "Sanfat". Is there anything more pitiful and funny than this?

Seeing that the old man's hunched figure had disappeared into the dark thatched hut, Wang Sancai stopped saying anything and turned to look at Mr. Fat.

As soon as he saw Mr. Fat slowly walked towards the direction he was when he came. He kept looking up at the horizon. Wang Sancai was wondering what Mr. Fat was doing at first, but in a short while, Wang Sancai understood a little.

Because, he saw a bird that he could not call him a name flying in the direction of the sky. The bird was just in the arms of Mr. Fat, and Mr. Fat was facing away from his back, lowering his head as if he was stroking the bird. After a while, the bird was released by Mr. Fat and flew into the sky again.

Mr. Fat watched the bird disappear into the horizon, then turned around and walked back towards Wang Sancai.

Wang Sancai thought that Mr. Fat was an intelligence officer, and the first thought that arose in his heart was that it was a "faith bird" similar to a carrier pigeon. The carrier pigeon was too easy to be exposed, so it was reasonable to cultivate other birds.

At the moment, there was only one small stool. Although Wang Sancai was a little tired, he didn't have the nerve to occupy this position. Seeing Mr. Fat coming back, he asked casually: "Is that little bird your pet?"

"That's not, it brought me a message." Mr. Fat smiled as he walked, looking very happy: "Do you want to hear it?"

It's true that it's a bird of faith!

Although Wang Sancai thought so, he curled his lips on the surface: "If it has nothing to do with me, don't say it out."

"It really has nothing to do with you." Mr. Fat smiled. He had already walked to Wang Sancai, but his face was much thicker than Wang Sancai. Seeing that Wang Sancai had a small stool and didn't sit, he immediately sat down: "But it has something to do with your friends."

Although the small stool is small, it is very strong and firmly holds Mr. Fatty's fat body.

Wang Sancai's heart suddenly moved. Could it be that David Black and Fang Tong had something wrong?

Thinking of this, Wang Sancai also ignored Mr. Fatty's shamelessness and asked, "Are you referring to my two friends hiding in the tree? What's wrong with them?"

However, he didn't expect that Mr. Fatty was slightly surprised and shook his head: "It's not them, they came with you, that little fat man with a similar size as mine."

Bai Xiao?

When Wang Sancai heard this, he couldn't help but wonder.

Bai Xiao is still in his warehouse now. Because he knows Bai Xiao’s whereabouts clearly, he has never asked this question. Therefore, his first reaction was Fang Tong and David Black.

However, Wang Sancai didn't expect that Mr. Fat would actually talk about Bai Xiao. Although Bai Xiao was in his hands, he also said that it was related to Bai Xiao, what tricks he wanted to play?
Chapter completed!