knife wind town

Zhao Dafu didn't believe that Chen Lisong would be injured, so he tore off the cloth strip to check for the gunshot wound.

After confirming that it was correct, he was overjoyed in his heart.

Because he knew that if Chen Lisong, who was not injured, fought against the people he brought, he felt that those six people were really not sure that they could hold Chen Lisong.

Now it's all right, but it's just a wounded tiger.

But this also brought pain to Chen Lisong again.

However, this is also good, and finally the energetic Zhao Dafu was invited away.

Facing the direction of Daoxia, Chen Lisong paid another silent tribute to the deceased Li Fei, then ignored the men outside the door and lay down on the bed with his clothes on for a while.

When I opened my eyes, someone had already blown out the oil lamps in the house.

And above the patio was the light of dawn, which spilled into the house from the open door, which made Chen Lisong's head sober all of a sudden.

Several men guarding him at the door leaned back and forth against the wall, and all of them were sound asleep.

It's just that I didn't see the leading man named Liu Hu.

Those are the heads of these people, I'm afraid I told my subordinates to watch them carefully, and I opened a "upper room" by myself to have a good sleep, right?

Chen Lisong strained his ears to listen carefully to the sounds around him.

Around dawn, it was so quiet that even the sound of leaves falling could be heard.

Only in this courtyard, except for himself, everyone else seemed to be asleep.

Chen Lisong couldn't help secretly delighting: If you don't leave now, why not leave after Zhao Dafu wakes up?

He moved quietly outside the house, stepping over those guys who were sleeping all over the place.

He walked away with a long gun hanging by the wall, and took a pistol from a man's waist.

These men were quite polite to him, Chen Lisong didn't want to do anything to them, after all he had no enmity with him.

One long gun and one short gun in hand made Chen Lisong very excited.

It's just that the gun they confiscated was not found.

That was Li Feijiao's gun.

Li Fei fought the devils side by side with him. In order to save Lin Qinghe, Erto Saburo pierced the chest, and then he took it from his hand to fight the devils.

That kind of thinking about this best friend who can't be said to be a best friend.

But he soon regretted it even more: there was not a single bullet in the two guns!
Why!Pity!
Did they just point a gun at me with no bullets last night?
At that time, the gun in my hand had bullets!
Forget it, just treat it as a nice rest here last night.

Without thinking too much, he made a decisive decision and prepared to leave quietly.

"Let's go after breakfast."

Like a ghost, Liu Hu's figure suddenly appeared beside Chen Lisong.

Chen Lisong was secretly startled: I didn't even notice his arrival!

"You didn't sleep?"

"The gun in your hand, do you want to check if there are any bullets?"

"No need to check."

The five men leaning against the wall got up instantly, as if they were not leaning against the wall to sleep just now.

The dawn light splashed on Chen Lisong like cold water.

He understood that these people were not asleep just now.

Well, they had already calculated that they would slip, but they just regarded themselves as mice like a cat playing with a mouse!

Liu Hu put on a smirk: "That boy Zhao Dafu praised you as miraculous. If I didn't know that you were injured, I really wanted to make gestures with you."

Chen Lisong knew that he couldn't leave, so he was a little unwilling: "How about trying now? Let's do morning exercises, come on!"

"You are not my opponent."

Chen Lisong felt as lost as if he had punched cotton: "Do you have breakfast? Where's Zhao Dafu?"

Liu Hu was expressionless: "Don't wait for him, he has already taken a step ahead."

Then, he took Chen Lisong to the backyard, pointed to a dead body lying on the ground: "He's right there."