After wearing the book, I pampered the first assistant of the villain

Chapter 54 To Get This Hercules
After walking two steps, Li Chonglou closed her eyes, with difficulty on her face, then she hid the basket in the jungle not far away, came back and squatted down, put Chu Zhongyuan's arm on her back shoulders.

Suddenly, she realized something, and put Chu Zhongyuan down again, then pushed the corpses of several people down the slope and covered them with big stones.

After doing all this, she also realized that she must be covered in blood, and it was impossible to enter the city like this.

But there were only fabrics in the box and there were no clothes to change. Li Chonglou accidentally scanned and found that there seemed to be fabrics in Chu Zhongyuan’s back basket. There are also shoes and pearl hairpins.

Does this guy have someone he likes?Otherwise, why buy so many women's things?
It must be given to others.

Li Chonglou picked out the most beautiful jacket and skirt and held it in her hand. There happened to be a ditch at the bottom of the slope. She went to wash her face, then changed into new clothes, which fit her well, and put on her new shoes. Tsk tsk, they fit just right. , I don't know, I thought that the person junior high school Yuan likes is her.

After she finished all this, she carried Chu Zhongyuan back on her back.

Anyone with experience knows that the drunkard is the most tiring. Chu Zhongyuan is almost like a drunkard now, without any consciousness.

"You, I should have kept you here, and even lied to other women behind my back. If I hadn't been so kind, I would have thrown you away now."

No one responded.

Li Chonglou didn't expect anyone to respond, he just had nothing to do.

But then she didn't want to talk anymore, because this guy's body kept sliding down and down, repeated many times, and she became a little impatient.

Fortunately, she ate a lot in the morning and was a bit brute force. Fortunately, they didn't go far. It took her a quarter of an hour to carry Chu Zhongyuan back to the city and hire a carriage.

"Girl, it's not that I look down on people, this carriage is precious."

The old man who was driving the donkey cart saw how beautiful the little girl was, so he couldn't help reminding her.

Horses are more expensive nowadays, and a trip in a carriage costs one or two taels of silver.

Li Chonglou can understand that this is the same as modern high-speed rail and trains. Transportation is a big deal, and things are rare and expensive. Can horse-drawn carriages not be expensive?
It also shows from the side that it was very difficult to develop well in ancient times. Those businessmen who traveled all over the world were really close to death, so no one was willing to do it.

Now she wants to own a car more and more, even a bicycle.

"Thank you, but I'm in a hurry." Li Chonglou explained.

The old man saw the bloody young man on her back, and nodded understandingly: "You are a real husband, why are you fighting with him? It's unreliable to marry this kind of man, but it's a pity that you are now, you are going to suffer... You shouldn't go home, why don't you go to the hospital..."

So much to say.

Li Chonglou nodded slightly, negotiated the price with the owner of the carriage, paid half of the deposit, and then took Chu Zhongyuan into the carriage.

On the way back, she stopped temporarily and got the back baskets of herself and Chu Zhongyuan. After recalling, there should be no clues left, so she rested on Chu Zhongyuan's back with peace of mind.

About half an hour later, a bright blue satin double carriage headed for the city from another fork in a low-key way, just passing by the place where the incident happened.

Suddenly, a man in the carriage said, "Stop!"

His voice was indifferent with a touch of laziness, and he was also very young. The driver was also a boy who looked like a guard. The boy stopped the horse, and the man's voice sounded again: "It smells of blood!"

"Small one, let's go check it out."

The guard quickly discovered the situation at the bottom of the slope, and came back to report to the car curtain. After a while, a long, slender hand with well-defined bones protruded from the blue silk, and the guard hurriedly lifted the car curtain. Like a crown jade, the gorgeously dressed handsome man bent slightly and stepped out of the carriage.

He obviously jumped and jumped out of the car briskly. He felt that his skills were very good and he must be in good health.

But his face is as pale as Sheng porcelain, and there is no flaw at all, so that anyone who has seen him wants to reach out to feel the authenticity.

He was a little afraid of light, and immediately covered the top of his head with his wide sleeves as soon as he got off the carriage.

When they reached the slope, the man took out a spotless white brocade handkerchief and put it under his nose, his pretty eyebrows frowned: "I don't know who the murderer is."

The guard said: "The murderer is very fierce at first glance, just look at this stone. With this strength, he weighs no less than two hundred catties."

Two hundred pieces must be very large, otherwise the stone will not be able to be pushed away.

When they returned to the road, they found a launch mechanism, but it was dismantled by someone, leaving traces there.

"Probably not a strong man of two hundred catties." The man shook his head and said.

The guard nodded in agreement.

The man looked down at the slope from a high position, and frowned again. There was only one place where the stone rolled, and it was not the place where those people were buried. What's the situation?
"Ah, Mr. Xiaoge, the place where the dead don't seem to roll."

Someone lifted it up and smashed him to death. The man nodded and shook his head again, but there is no one in the world who can lift such a large boulder by himself, and it is not very convenient for multiple people. How did he do it? Woolen cloth?

Such a capable person must not let him lose control under his control.

The man sat back on the carriage: "Go to the city and report to the police!"

Since there are traces left, the government can always find out, right?This Hercules, he wants it.

The carriage couldn't get in before the small river at the entrance of the village.

Li Chonglou gave the fare for the car, and the first thing he did when he got out of the car was to get mud to smear his face.

The man driving the car was in his 20s. He had a good impression of her at first, but he didn't dare to strike up a conversation after seeing her elegant and elegant. Now he couldn't help being curious and asked, "Why do you paint your face, miss? Are you afraid of seeing people?"

Guess in all likelihood.

No one in the village knew her washed face.

Li Chonglou didn't want to say much, he waved his hands to tell the man to go quickly, then stepped on the basket with one arm, put the bookcase on the other arm, and carried Chu Zhongyuan on his back.

Fortunately, it was still early, and the people in the field hadn't returned yet.

When she arrived in the village and felt safe, she put Chu Zhongyuan down, and then ran back to Chu's house to put her things away. Uncle Fu and Sun Weijia came out when they heard the movement.

Uncle Fu asked, "Why did you come back so early? Where's your son? What's wrong with your face?"

Yirong cream is definitely different from clay.

Li Chonglou hurriedly said: "Young master, there is nothing wrong, but we encountered bad guys attacking him and he was unconscious. I really can't move him, so I put him at the entrance of the village."

Uncle Fu lost his footsteps when he heard it, and almost cried: "If something happens to the young master, how can I be worthy of my wife?"

Run outside after speaking.

Sun Weijia stared curiously at Li Chonglou's face, frowned, and ran to help.

Li Chonglou took this opportunity to go home, seeing Zhu Jue woke up, staring at the vegetable field in her yard in a daze.

"You're back……"

"Don't enter the house, don't look for me, I have nothing to say to you."

Li Chonglou dropped these words, ran back to the house, and barred the door by the way.

Angrily, Zhu Jue slammed the door hard, which shook the wound, and he grinned in pain.

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