He raised his head and Feng Liang looked at the black muzzle, feeling a little at a loss.

The scar-faced man squatted down and stretched out his hunting rifle from the already low roof. The muzzle was about to hit Feng Liang's face.

It just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth.

Feng Liang looked at the muzzle with metallic luster, feeling that he could almost see the rifle inside.

Is this a hunting rifle?

Looking at the rare thing that he had never seen before, Feng Liang suddenly realized that he was not panicked at all at this time, and even began to consider how feasible it would be to grab the hunting rifle from an angle.

If you catch the scar-faced man's face-hunting insect for yourself, it will definitely make the other party unhappy. The other party may shoot himself in one go for a series of purposes such as venting anger, stopping losses or establishing authority.

This possibility is very high - even if the scarred man will not kill Feng Liang, he will definitely punish him in other ways, such as putting a face-cuckling mask on his face.

Faced with this scarred man, Feng Liang could not compete with any means at this time - whether it was a kitchen knife blocking bullets or a shovel slapping an alien, it was not something Feng Liang could do.

In this way...

Feng Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at the hunting rifle that was about to stand on his face. He roughly predicted it and felt that he could snatch the gun smoothly at this distance.

Give it a try!

"What are you asking!" The scar-faced man smiled, his exaggerated smile was divided by the huge scar. No matter how he looked, he looked strange, and his slightly narrowed eyes were accompanied by some scrutiny and... expectation.

expect?

Feng Liang was shocked and stopped his idea of ​​grabbing the gun.

What is he expecting? Are he expecting me to grab the gun?

No, the scarred man is at least a researcher who has lived many tasks and can even do such an operation as raising aliens in captivity. How could such an experienced researcher make a mistake that "hold the gun on the other person's face and look so handsome and domineering!"?

He did it on purpose! He deliberately gave himself a chance to seize the gun!

The specific reason is unknown, but I, Feng Liang, are not a reckless man who knows that there is a tiger in the mountains and wants to be a tiger's food!

The man who fell into the hands of a scarface must not have a good ending. Snatching the gun is another trap. If you want to escape, you can only...

"Here!" Feng Liang squeezed out a flattering smile, nodded and bowed continuously, "Wait a moment, right in my backpack, I'll take it out for you now!"

The scarred man was stunned, but he didn't expect that the boy would admit defeat so easily. This made him feel a little disappointed and bored. He yawned lazily, put away his gun, nodded and signaled Feng Liang to continue, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Holding a kitchen knife in one hand, Feng Liang touched the strap of the backpack with the other. While the scarred man lowered his head and lighted a cigarette, Feng Liang suddenly threw out the kitchen knife in his hand, turned around and ran away!

The gate of the old man's yard next to him is still open!

"Fuck!" The scar-faced man was startled by the kitchen knife that was suddenly thrown over and quickly avoided it. When he pulled the bolt and aimed at it in anger, he found that Feng Liang had long disappeared and ran to the yard of which household.

"Where is the person?!" The scar-faced man roared in anger, looking at the uncle who was still squatting on the ground with his head in his arms.

He was pointed at the gun, and there was a steaming body next to him. The uncle was frightened and stuttered, "I, I, I don't know either!"

"Fuck." The scarred man vomited fragrance, took back the gun, and whistled.

A creature slightly larger than an adult was protruded from him. The dark and smooth body reflected the sunlight, and the whole body was wrapped in a hard exoskeleton, one more than one meter long, with a sharp and sharp tail at the top shaking. On the cylindrical head, a sharp-toothed mouth slightly grinned, and a sticky saliva flowed out.

An adult alien crawled over the uncle's head, roaring in a low voice, saliva flowed on the uncle's glasses, and a tongue-shaped mouthpiece that also looked like a mouth, almost pressing on the uncle's face.

"Don't smell it!" The scar-faced man cursed and kicked the alien's waist, "Go and get that kid back! Otherwise, you'll be the only child!"

He avoided the scar-faced man's feet, and the alien growled, tilted his head, and rushed into the alley.

After wiping the saliva on his face, the glasses looked at the scar-faced man and said carefully: "That...it's like a beating... what should I do?"

The scarred man spat on the uncle's face and said sternly: "Let's go down! Did I let you speak?!"

Unwilling to surrender to the tyranny of the scar-faced man, the uncle squatted down again with his head in his arms.

Finally clear.

The scar-faced man carried a gun and looked at the houses in the village, squinted his eyes and pondered.

Although that kid has no ability, his courage and courage are definitely not the first time he has participated in the shelter mission.

In this way, besides him, are there some people who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers hidden in this group of waste?

...

Has been discovered.

I originally wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but now I'm...

Not right. Compared to the scarred man, I am a pig!

Feng Liang sighed, climbed over a low wall, and flipped from the old man's yard to the next door.

Hiding behind the wall, he poked his head a little and looked into the distance.

The scarred man didn't chase him, but it's better to be careful.

"ah!"

A scream suddenly came from behind. Feng Liang turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman walking out of the room with a basin of water. When she saw a living person suddenly appearing in the yard, she screamed in horror.

A man's voice came from the room again: "What's wrong with him?"

"Someone!!!" the old lady shouted hysterically, as if Feng Liang had molested her.

Feng Liang was panicked, afraid that the old woman's screams would lead the scar-faced man over, so he lowered his voice and said, "Sister! Calm down! I'm not a good person... Bah, I'm not a bad person! I'm..."

Before he could finish speaking, a big man rushed out of the room, holding a solid stick in his hand, pointed at Feng Liang's nose and cursed: "Where did you come from the little bastard? You came to steal something and stole it on my head! I..."

Feng Liang was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he pushed the big man away, ran away, and climbed down the low courtyard wall to the next yard.

But thanks to the roar of the middle-aged woman just now, people in every household leaned out to watch the fun. Many people recognized that this was a foreigner who had just killed his disciples. They cursed and took out an axe and pickaxe, clamoring to mourn Feng Liang on the spot.

"Get out! Get out!"

Feng Liang cursed back unwillingly, pushing away the crowd while climbing over one small courtyard after another.

It was too cost-effective to exchange for the primary fight before, at least it would not be captured by these reckless men in one move.

With a punch, Feng Liang quickly stepped onto a bundle of squids in the corner of the yard, and used the squid studs to step out of the yard with the squid studs.

The courtyard wall is relatively high, and Feng Liang has no experience in parkour after all. When he fell from the wall, he failed to stand firm and fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" A cry of pain, her body pressed against the bandaged hands, and it hurt so much. Feng Liang quickly stood up and was about to continue escaping, but he saw that there was another person in front of him.

It was a pretty girl in a floral cloth jacket, holding an enamel basin in her hand, looking at Feng Liang who was falling from the sky in shock.

Feng Liang was also stunned, subconsciously wiped the dust off his face, and looked at the village girl, not knowing what to say.

What a handsome little sister!

What a handsome little brother!

The two of them thought at the same time.

Just as the two stood opposite each other, a noisy sound suddenly came to the alley. The villagers seemed to have forgotten the threat of hunting rifles just now, rushed out of the house one by one, roaring to catch the thief who had just passed.

Damn it! Why did you forget this?

Feng Liang first looked at the courtyard wall, but he didn't expect that the courtyard wall of this family was much taller than other families, and the assassins of the Brotherhood could not be able to read it out.

Since I can't run away, I can only...

Feng Liang gritted his teeth, rushed up suddenly, covered the girl's mouth, and whispered: "Don't make a sound! Otherwise..."

Otherwise, what?

Feng Liang paused, and for the first time he felt the loss of not bullying others.

Kill her? What a joke, I am not the kind of devil who kills people like a scar-faced man, let alone such a beautiful little girl, how can I bear to take action?

Rape her? Although her professional nature is on the edge of the law, no one with a conscience can do such a thing! At most, when you are lonely late at night, you can play role-playing with your right hand...

Feng Liang was a little confused - he had never learned how to threaten people for twelve years of compulsory education. Even the foundation's pre-job training has never taught this!

"Bang!"

The enamel washbasin fell to the ground, interrupting Feng Liang's thinking.

He looked down and found that he no longer had to think about how to threaten the girl - Feng Liang covered his mouth, the girl widened her eyes in horror, her body shivered, obviously very scared.

"Zhaodi!" The old woman's sharp and rough voice suddenly came from the house, "What's wrong with it outside?"

There were still people in the room. However, the windows were covered with paper, and the people inside could not see the situation outside clearly, so they would ask.

Feng Liang frowned, raised a finger at the little girl, and whispered: "Help me get confused, otherwise...hum!"

Otherwise I can't do anything to you.

The mouth covered by Feng Liang regained freedom. The girl's face turned pale, her lips trembled slightly, she stammered for a while, and her voice trembled, "It's okay! Mom! I accidentally dropped the basin!"

"It's not eye-catching!" the old woman in the room cursed, "Be careful! That's the last new basin in the family! It's the one that Zhuzi needs to use when marrying a wife! If there is a mistake, I'll break your legs!"

"Hey!" the girl responded, staring at Feng Liang in horror, at a loss.

Feng Liang looked at the little girl silently, and was also a little embarrassed.

Looking away embarrassedly, Feng Liang was glimpsing a low adobe house in the corner of the yard, which should be a grain room or a warehouse. He had an idea, held the girl's hand, and tiptoed into the room.

When Feng Liang held her hand, the girl instinctively pulled it out, but she could not withstand Feng Liang's strength and immediately blushed. When she saw where Feng Liang was going to take her, her face blushed to the base of her neck, and her big, beautiful eyes were about to splash. She was scared, nervous, and at a loss, and she looked extremely pitiful and cute.
To be continued...