Chapter 18, Who is the Yellow Sparrow

Then the cold shadow guard asked, "Head, the black wind thief seems to have dispersed. There are only six in this group, and two are injured. Shall we eat them?"

I think I can clean up this group of black wind thieves, and Ying 19 decisively decided to catch up. These thieves and grandsons ran to the territory of the Han family and made them retreat. He felt that it would be a great shame for the Han family.

The black wind thief Lao Qi and Lao Ba's brother, who was seriously injured on his back, followed Gu Heizi and ran wildly, and the rest of the black wind stole the old eleventh hall. It was found that someone was chasing behind him and deliberately made some noises, like provocation, which made the cold family shadow guards even more reluctant to chase.

This chase of two groups of people soon moved away from Han Jing and others.

Two groups of people passed by a tall sycamore tree, but no one found a scary bird's nest hidden in the green.

Yang Feng, who had a two-sided relationship with Han Jing, lay on the edge of the Bird's Nest and looked at Gu Heizi and Han's shadow guards one after another, and quickly disappeared into sight.

Retracting his sight, Yang Feng looked at the direction of Han Jing's departure and said with some bad taste, "I'm still thinking about whether to find a reason to talk to the beautiful woman later. The black wind thief planned a dog blood drama for the hero to save the beauty. I can't do it if I don't want to act."

In the nest, there is a gray-white patterned giant egg. The red-haired pheasant, which is called a dead bird by Han Jing, is penetling its sharp beak into the hole in the eggshell and sucking the egg liquid sound.

Obviously, the wisdom has been opened. This red-haired pheasant understood Yang Feng's words and made a strange sound similar to treacherous laughter.

"Sister Feng, you foodie, hurry up." Yang Feng raised his foot and kicked the red-haired pheasant.

The red-haired pheasant's suspected dissatisfied "coo" cried twice and buried its beak in the eggshell again.

After a while, there was a very light rustling sound, and the figure of Mo Fatty and others appeared in Yang Feng's sight.

I didn't expect that there was a man hidden in the bird's nest above his head. Fatty Mo stopped under the sycamore tree.

Looking in the direction where Gu Heizi and the others left, Fatty Mo smiled proudly and said, "One of the fools of the Han family didn't leave any of them. They all ran to chase the second brother."

"They are in a group of five, which is not much different from the number of them. I guess it's the dick who pretends to be injured and makes the fools of the Han family feel capable of eating them. Yang Yu said firmly.

"Ha ha, this is a must." Fatty Mo smiled.

Yang Feng shrank into the nest and lifted a piece of fresh and hot bird shit out with a small branch in the nest.

Fatty Mo, who was slightly back and smiling proudly, fell from the sky and fell on his thick lower lip like sausage. He subconsciously squeezed his lips, wiped his lips with his fingers, and looked at them again. He looked up with disgust and scolded, "Fuck, bird shit!"

The rest of the black wind thief laughed.

With no time to vent his anger with the birds above, Fatty Mo quickly shouted, "Don't laugh, I want to bring back the cold shadow guard!"

Yang Yu smiled and said, " boss, then keep the bird's excrement and let the little beauty of the poor family wash it for you with saliva."

Mo Fatty smiled obscenely, and his voice was very low, a little like cramps.

The thieves also laughed.

None of the powerful bandits under the tree found Yang Feng close at hand.

When these guys left, Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light that looked at the world. He cursed in a low voice, "The toad wants to eat swan meat, but he dares to make such a lewd idea against his inner disciple. Let's see if he doesn't play with you to death!"

The red-haired pheasant cast a very humane glance, as if curiously asking: How did the little beauty become your internal disciple?

"Hey, Sister Feng, this is a wonderful idea that I just came up with. Han Jing, a talented daughter of the ancient Xuanxiu family, accepted as a disciple and can help her brother do a lot of things. The more he said, the more proud he became. Yang Feng laughed again, and he was a little ruffian, just like two people just now.

The psychic red-haired pheasant showed a puzzled look.

"Sister Feng, don't you understand? Hey hey, I won't tell you." Lying on his back in the bird's nest, Yang Feng stretched out his foot to pluck the tail of the red-haired pheasant.

It cooed twice, and the red-haired pheasant stretched its beak to suck egg liquid.

"You, a foodie genius, eat a lot, and it doesn't grow much. There are too few things I can do for my brother. Yang Feng sighed and said happily, "The cold girl is different. She belongs to the kind of rapid genius. Cultivated, it is easy to make people feel a sense of accomplishment.

cast an infinite contemptuous look and gave this unscrupulous guy, the red-haired pheasant began to peck at the eggshell. It seems to be turning into the depression despised by Yang Feng, and its eating speed is much faster for appetite.

About half an hour after Fatty Mo and the black wind stole it, the red-haired pheasant ate the whole egg.

I don't know how it can eat such a small size. It's such a big egg, even eats the egg liquid with egg shell, and its stomach is not full. As expected, it lives up to the name of "the foodie" given by Yang Feng.

He kicked the red-haired pheasant out of the nest, and Yang Feng jumped out and fell on its back, reluctantly standing on it. He said to the empty space on the left side, "Staring at the Han family shadow guards and those black wind thieves, no matter which side comes back, don't let them get close to the Han family girls."

In the still empty place, there was a low voice: "Yes."

"Sister Feng, let's go." He also chased him with a red-haired pheasant.

Not knowing that the crisis was coming, when Han Jing and others rushed to the half-moon lake marked on the map, they saw that it was not early and stopped in the forest open space not far from the lake.

Han Jiang tied a hammock, and Ye Guyun was responsible for roasting the civet meat, while Han Jing was chased by them to Banyue Lake to take a bath.

On the sparkling lake, a black line with a flash of golden light on its back is winding.

Han Jing didn't notice the snake. For a while, breaststroke and for a while, butterfly stroke, and had a good time. When she found it, the quickly approaching iron-sored poisonous snake was raising its head and spitting red conces at her.

Thinking of the introduction on "Mainland Xuan Beast" in my mind, I knew that the snake should be a third-order mysterious beast. It was too late for Ye Guyun. The mandarin duck wrapped dagger was put on the shore with her clothes. Han Jing was a little nervous.

The sight of the snake that locked the surface of the water and saw it shoot three meters in front of it close to the water. She raised her hand and slammed the surface of the water. A ice-blue mysterious force was sandwiched in the splash of water and accurately hit the snake seven inches.

There was a similar sound of metal impact. The iron-scalated poisonous snake just sank slightly, swirling and ejecting, wrapping it around her raised jade arm and spitting out a red concuous snake's head. Are you going to die?

Han Jing's heart sank. She doesn't think she will die if she is bitten by a third-order iron-scale viper.

A flame flew out of the forest on the other side of the lake. It was a bird, not big, and it flew across the lake with a person like lightning.

If Han Jing notices, she will definitely recognize Yang Feng, who has been riding a bird.

Seeing Han Jing at a glance, Yang Feng's lips raised a perfect arc, emitting some fox's treacherous smiles. With a distant flick, he popped out a purple thunderbolt, accurately detonated the head of the iron-squalled viper.

After that, his eyes fell smoothly and stopped at her smooth shoulders that came out of the water. He was seduced by its jade-like luster and luster, and unconsciously licked his lips.

Without asking Han Jing's opinion, he directly grabbed her shoulder and pulled out the water.

At the critical moment, the snake's head suddenly exploded, making Han Jing stunned. Then, he was surprised to find that he was actually a rare thunder attribute, so he slowed down half a beat before he noticed that he had been brought out of the water.

On his face, which had not been repaired for many days, his beard was stubble, which added evil charm and publicity to Yang Feng's angular face, giving him a wild masculine beauty.

Looking up at the face at close range, Han Jing was stunned again. Her beautiful face rose red, and there were drops of water falling on her white face. I don't know whether it was cold sweat or tears. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "Take off your paws!"

Yang Feng not only did not let go, but also lifted Han Jing and held her slender waist in a mature twist.

In Han Jing's struggle, Yang Feng steadily flew to the lakeshore with the bird and complained, "Good people don't repay you well. Save your life. Don't say yes to each other, at least you shouldn't say bad words to each other." His voice was as clear as a bright spring, but the tone was so hateful that it made people toothache.

The water-soaked lake green breasts and thin silk trousers of the same color are attached to Han Jing's body, which can't stop the spring light from leaking.

It's definitely not Yang Feng, a gentleman. His eyes are as bright as stars, and his eyes are as gentle as flowing water at this time. After enjoying the spring, breathing is also a little strange.

Han Jing's red face was even more ashamed and angry. She put her hands on her chest and raised her feet to kick her. He warned in a low voice: "Don't move, or you will fall down and take a bath. Of course, I don't mind if you like.

The three words Mandarin duck bath are too exciting. Han Jing's face turned redder, but she didn't dare to move.

It's so funny to tease this girl! Yang Feng smiled sullenly and did not take the initiative to let go when he went to the shore. When Han Jing gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, "Why don't you let go!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was nervous for a moment and forgot." Yang Feng apologized insincerely, and then rode a bird across the lake, leaving a string of hateful laughter.

She didn't even bring clothes when she left home. Fortunately, Han Jiang Niang was careful and asked Han Jiang to bring a set of clothes for his sister Han Qin. Han Jing was a little tight. At this time, she didn't even change her wet clothes and directly put on Han Qin's clothes.

The clothes don't fit well and are tighter, which makes the spring light on the cold and slender waist more seductive. Before that, she didn't take it seriously, but now she was extremely embarrassed.

Wating for Yang Feng to fly away on a bird, Han Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and then leaned against the tree trunk and sat down to start to stay. I don't know what to think of. The beautiful face is stained with suspicious red clouds, gradually like burning clouds.

As the birds swept into the forest on the other side of the lake, Yang Feng asked the birds to stop, picked up a horizontal pine branch and sat down, looking through the gap between the branches and leaves, and looked at the cold Jing across the lake.

The firebird seemed to wonder why he came back and cooed. But he heard him say to himself, "The speed of those thief grandchildren is really slow. They haven't arrived yet. They can't do it without the bloody drama. Let's wait and then play."