Lu Su, who was originally lying quietly on the mud, suddenly sat up like nothing happened. The pale color that had been covered with her face before was swept away, and it was as rosy as if it was covered with rouge. Her chest, which was raised like a small steamed bun, was no longer as dead as before, and began to have rhythmic ups and downs.

But his expression was a little dull, and he seemed to not understand why he was sitting on the dirty mud and surrounded by several people. His father, who loved him, stared at him like a monster.

"Take it, no, Su Su, you're awake, it's so good, but you're worried about your father. Come on, get up quickly. The ground is very dirty. You're just made out of clothes."

Mr. Lu, who came to his senses, carefully supported his daughter while chatting.

Lu Su cooperated with his father to stand up, and his empty head was filled with memories again. He was attacked by a feather arrow. At a critical moment, the woman with a pair of cold and ruthless eyes and extremely domineering aroused woman rescued herself, then thanked her husband, and then fainted. It was thought that it was an old problem that had happened again.

"I haven't thanked you yet, sir, I've saved you again."

Mr. Lu smiled. After all, he was an elderly person and took everything lightly and did not take the little embarrassment he had just now.

"Thank you sir, this is your third time saving the little girl. I really don't know how to thank you."

Lu Su bowed again.

Cao Yi was about to speak when Yi Xiaochuan's annoyed voice rang.

"Brother Yu, enough!"

Cao Yi turned around and looked.

In the distance, among the terrible corpses, the mighty Xiang Yu was holding a blood-stained bronze sword in his hand, pressing against the chest of a robber who was lying on the ground but still breathing.

On the side, Yi Xiaochuan, who was so handsome and sunny, looked very embarrassed.

Needless to say, the old problem has been dealt with again.

"Xiaochuan, Miss Su Su almost died at the hands of a robber just now. Who knows how many robbers there are with the ability to kill people? If the Taoist priest didn't have time to rescue him, wouldn't it be a waste of man-made disaster?"

Xiang Yu frowned and said, stabbing the bronze sword in his hand.

Bright red plasma immediately spurted out from the robber's heart, and a painful moan came out from the robber's mouth.

"He no longer has the ability to resist, you are still stinging, do you understand what humanitarianism is?"

Yi Xiaochuan was really angry when he saw that Xiang Yu didn't take his words seriously at all.

"What crazy words are you saying?"

Xiang Yu pulled out the bronze sword, threw a sentence, walked to another robber's corpse, and stabbed it with another sword.

This time, I really hit the point. The robber was not dead. He was just injured by Yelu Zhigu's arm and fainted from pain. He was stabbed by Xiang Yu and woke up suddenly. He screamed miserably in his mouth. His two hands, which were mixed with blood and mud, grabbed the bronze sword that was stabbed in his chest tightly, his eyes were terrified and resentful, and his face was twisted into pieces.

"You, you are so cruel, no wonder you are called the 'Xing Butcher in history."

Yi Xiaochuan was furious and didn't tell the door, so he told him about the future again.

When Xiang Yu heard the three words "Xiang Butcher", he was not angry, but instead became picky: "The name Xiang Butcher is not domineering enough, change it."

Yi Xiaochuan pointed at Xiang Yu, his body trembling constantly, obviously very angry.

Xiang Yu didn't care about him, carrying a bronze long sword that had drunk a lot of blood today. A robber's corpse was stabbed next to a robber's corpse. From time to time, a shrill scream sounded, and a bright red hot-blooded plasma spewed out.

"You deserve to end up slashing your throat in Wujiang."

Yi Xiaochuan was so angry that he roared at Xiang Yu.

"Yi Xiaochuan, are you finished?"

Yi Xiaochuan was endless, and Xiang Yu was also angry when he treated Yi Xiaochuan as his brother.

"I'm all for your own good"

Yi Xiaochuan yelled the most annoying sentence of modern young people.

"Okay, okay, for my own good, I won't be able to see you as a person today."

Xiang Yu carried a bronze sword and stepped out of the corpse group and walked towards the stream with a calm face.

"well"

Cao Yi sighed.

Yi Xiaochuan then realized that Cao Yi came beside him, and his ascitesy face relaxed slightly.

"Yi Jushi"

Cao Yi looked at Yi Xiaochuan worriedly.

If it weren't for the fact that Yi Xiaochuan was holding a Hu Ge's face, he really wanted to kick him.

"Master, the situation this time is different. Many robbers no longer have the ability to resist. Brother Yu's approach is too cruel. What is the difference between the Japanese who finished the attack during the Anti-Japanese War and those who cleaned up the battlefield."

Yi Xiaochuan once again made a fuss.

Remember to eat or not to beat!

"You turn around"

Cao Yi said lightly.

"Why turn around?"

Yi Xiaochuan turned around and asked with confusion.

"No reason, three steps back"

Cao Yi continued to order.

Yi Xiaochuan turned his head and looked back, retreating, carefully avoiding the corpse every time.

"Three steps to the left"

Cao Yi ordered the third time.

Yi Xiaochuan didn't know what Cao Yi was doing, but he still didn't refuse.

"Five steps back this time"

Cao Yi's fourth order.

This time, Yi Xiaochuan's fifth step foot fell and was grabbed by a dirty hand.

"road"

Yi Xiaochuan subconsciously called Cao Yi. Before he could shout the complete words, he fell to the ground. A robber with blood on his face rode on Yi Xiaochuan's body. His two dirty hands pinched Yi Xiaochuan's neck tightly.

Yi Xiaochuan grabbed the robber's hand with his hands while hitting the robber with his knees.

Cao Yi, who had done all this, watched from the side.

After almost a minute, Yi Xiaochuan got a chance to speak: "Dao, Taoist priest, save me."

"How can this work? I can't go against humanitarianism"

Cao Yi shook his head with a serious expression.

Yi Xiaochuan wanted to say something else, but his neck was pinched tightly again. Soon, his whole face turned crimson purple and his eyes began to protrude, which was a sign of death.

Cao Yi just raised his feet and put them down again.

"Ogawa"

Xiang Yu's voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a bronze sword flew over with the sound of breaking the wind and stabbed into the robber's back.

With a painful moan, the robber tilted to the side.

Yi Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and gasped desperately.

"Ogawa"

Xiang Yu ran over, helped Yi Xiaochuan up, and kept rubbing Yi Xiaochuan's back with his hands.

"Hu, Hu, Brother Yu, Hu, thank you"

Yi Xiaochuan gasped and looked ashamed.

"Brothers, what's there to thank for?"

Xiang Yu said angrily.

What Xiang Yu didn't know was that it was this brother who would kill him in the future.

He also said innocently that it has nothing to do with me.

"Yes, no thanks between brothers"

Yi Xiaochuan said gasping.

Xiang Yu glanced at the robber's corpse and asked in confusion: "With your skills, how did he get knocked down by him."

Yi Xiaochuan glanced at Cao Yi with resentful eyes and said nothing.

Xiang Yu also looked at Cao Yi, but said another thing: "Master, how to deal with the corpse here?"

"It's too much trouble to bury it. If you stay here, you may cause other troubles. It's burned!"

Cao Yi thought about it and said.

"Okay, I'll go find firewood"

Xiang Yu stood up.

"Everyone goes"

Cao Yi turned around and greeted everyone.

An hour later, a raging fire lit up in the open space in the middle of the woods, and black smoke and dust rushed to more than ten meters.
Chapter completed!