Chapter 191： A spit of blood (1/2)

Chu Qingyan was carried by a fat man on his shoulders. Some were heavy and heavy, and the contents of his stomach kept rolling, and he was about to spit out.

She screamed immediately, and the fat man felt her struggle and immediately angered, ”What's the matter?”

Chu Qingyan's mouth was blocked, and he could only continue to hum.

The fat man was a little impatient and pulled open the strips that blocked her.

Immediately after taking it away, Fei Liu went straight down to 3000 feet.

The fat man looked at the filth and was angry and angry, and was about to throw people down, but heard Chu Qingyan wiped the corner of the mouth with the rain, and squinted at him, ”If you dare to throw me, I promise you don't need to Crossing the river, you can go to the river of forgetfulness! ”

The fat man sneered when he heard it, ”Do you think I dare not throw it?”

Chu Qingyan raised his chin and looked like he was listening.

At this time, the savvy woman glared at the fat man, ”Don't give me anything to do with this bone! This person is our amulet, so it's easy to hold and fall, and you'll be happy!”

Threatened by a savvy woman, the fat man was quite honest, but the glance at Chu Qingyan was still with fierce anger.

From a distance, I saw a wooden pole with a large horizontal cloth hanging from it, and the wind was raging. The horizontal cloth was blown up by hunting and hunting, and it was a ferry crossing.

The three women, such as the smart woman, rejoiced and even accelerated their pace.

As soon as they got to the ferry and they got on board, everything was safe.

Chu Qingyan sank in his heart, allowing them to take themselves to the ferry that was getting closer and closer.

The rain didn't get smaller, but it got bigger and bigger, as if to drown the whole world.

Chu Qingyan felt that the rain that slaps on his face seemed to be smashed down like a bean, and it hurt, and the speed of these people's advance made the pain worse.

But she couldn't care less at this moment. She looked at the approaching ferry, thinking about how to get away from her waist.

As soon as he arrived at the ferry, the fat man saw her thrown to the ground. Fortunately, the ground was built with wooden boards, but Chu Qingyan couldn't help but whispered.

The Scar Chef looked at Chu Qingyan who got up, and sipped, ”I can't see the younger brother with fine skin and tender meat, it's kind of hard!”

”Oh, if you cry, you would have killed her long ago!” The fat man shook his arm so disgustingly.

The savvy woman glanced at them both, ”This is not the time to make meaningless discussions. There is a boat there, and I'll get it over.”

The three looked in the direction of the savvy woman's fingers. They saw a small house beside the ferry. A small boat was tied to a wooden post at the mouth of the house, and there was a light in the small house to prove that someone was inside.

”Let's go and see!” The fat man tried to lift up Chu Qingyan's collar, but her head turned away.

”I will go by myself,” said Chu Qingyan, who knows current affairs as Junjie.

The fat man sneered, pushing her back forward, urging, ”Come on, little legs!”

As soon as the words fell, the Scar Chef and the savvy woman couldn't help showing a slight irony to Chu Qingyan.

Chu Qing frowned, so he didn't want to talk with them for a while.

Soon after arriving at Xiaoshekou, the fat man patted the doorboard vigorously, and the people inside answered immediately, ”Come here!”

I saw an old 60-year-old boatman opened the door, and before he could see who was outside, he had a large knife across his neck.

The old boatman was scared and almost fainted.

The fat man yanked the old boatman out, pointed at the boat, and said with a loud voice, ”Let Lao Tzu unlock the lock, or I will let you go to **** now!”