This seems to be a dilapidated land temple, with statues of gods crooked, cracked and dusty, incense tables scattered, cushions scattered, and the oil lamps had already dried up.

The incense burner did not fly away, leaving only a circle of marks that once existed on the table.

The walls were cracked, and the north wind blew through the cracks in the wall, whizzing, and it was just a little better than camping in the wild.

In the cold wind, he was curled up in a corner in rags.

The one who kicked him was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and a childish spirit. He was wearing a brocade-woven outfit. The material was good. It could be seen at a glance that he had not changed it for many days. There were holes, blood stains, and dust.

"Senior Brother Hu, are you so kind and you asked him to get up and have a meal?" A fire was lit in the middle of the temple, radiating heat, giving this simple living room a little warmth.

Next to the fire, six or seven people sat around to roast the fire, some were adding firewood, and some were stirring the sweet potatoes and corn in the fire.

The grilled pheasant with a stick is oily and a greedy smell is emitted. The speaker carefully sprinkles salt on it while swallowing.

"Why both of them are falling into the world, why bother each other?" Senior Brother Hu sighed and stuffed a steamed bun into Mu Canyang's mouth. "Bite it yourself, don't fall off, there is nothing to eat if it falls on the ground."

This is not those players, it is npc.

The person I used to serve, would kill me when I met; the person I used to suppress, saved me...

Although I have already accepted such a reality, when I really encounter it, Mu Canyang will inevitably feel complicated.

As for being tied up with your hands and feet, what would you do if you met a guy who was injured and fainted on the way and didn’t know the origin?

You should have the intention to save others, and you should also be wary of others.

Mu Canyang nodded with the steamed bun in his mouth and said "hehe" twice to express his gratitude.

He was indeed hungry, lost blood, and escaping his life, which consumed a lot of energy.

Young Master Hu waved his hand and went to chew the pheasant.

Mu Canyang tried to chew the steamed buns and swallowed them, while sweeping them one by one. Except for the two thin men hiding in the shadows in the corner, everyone was strong and covered in wind and frost.

This should be a group of martial arts practitioners, but those two thin men seemed a little strange. What would you like to come over and take a look?

After thinking about it for a moment, I had an idea.

Turning his head and continuing to scan. When he got close to him, he suddenly shook his body, causing the wound to cough violently, and the bursting airflow spurted the steamed buns far away.

He seemed to have discovered that there was another person behind him, lying there, whether dead or alive, covered in bruises and blood!

In fact, when he was about to wake up, he heard the angry cursing and beating sounds around him, "I want to kill you!" "You beast seller and seek honor!" "An ungrateful villain!"... and so on.

Seeing his violent reaction, everyone burst into laughter: "I can't tell that this kid is so strong and courageous."

"Looking at his stinky body, I thought he was a master, with a silver-shaped spear tip!"

Young Master Hu also laughed, and after laughing, he explained: "That was my servant who was ungrateful and sold his owner for honor, and was beaten by me."

"It should be! It should be!" Mu Canyang nodded blankly, "Such a person deserves to die!"

As he said this on his mouth, his eyes slanted to the side of the fire, looking awkwardly at the corner.

His steamed buns were lying there quietly.

He kept his hands and feet behind him, and he knelt down and thought about it. Mu Canyang lay on his side and began to roll.

After one round, two rounds, when he rolled to the third round, everyone realized that he was going to get enough steamed buns on the ground, and laughed again, and looked down on him even more.

This guy is not only a silver-like gun tip, but also lacks intent.

"Xiao Lian, give him the steamed bun!" In the corner, a thin man said to another thinner man.

"Yes." The little Lian picked up the steamed bun and was a little impatient. He dusted off the soil, carefully tore off a layer of the skin, and stuffed it back into Mu Canyang's mouth.

It turned out to be two girls. When they got close, Mu Canyang finally understood.

Xiao Lian has light hands and feet, quick movements, well-behaved and obedient. He is actually called Xiaolian? The one next to him is probably a lady, and this is a pair of master and servant.

Although she deliberately smeared her skin and tied her hair up, her round cheeks and black and white eyes were not visible to ordinary people. Can Mu Canyang, who has been damaged by various makeup techniques and ps, still not recognize her?

Just as he was about to continue to act in a careless manner, he suddenly noticed the doubt that flashed through the lady's eyes, and Mu Canyang stopped.

Although I was dressed in a savage outfit, I had bamboo knives, bamboo tubes, leather, homemade hemp ropes... and the way to deal with poisonous injuries.

Could all this be done by a careless person?

Pretending to be stupid can deceive the reckless man beside the fire, and it seems... it can't hide it from this careful girl.

After thinking a little, Mu Canyang held the steamed buns and nodded to the two girls, then slowly rolled back to his corner.

Although the actions were ridiculous, he was not surprised by the controversy he did.

The reckless men continued to laugh, and the round-faced lady really dispelled her doubts.

No matter how noble a person is, he will be in a downturn. It is not a sin to cherish food.

Everyone continued to sit around and have a meal. Mu Canyang found out that most of these people were surnamed Guo, both relatives and brothers, and were framed and turned into a rebel army and were on their way to escape.

These people are most likely to be the targets of those players.

He was suspicious at the beginning, but... considering that the direction the player tracked and the direction he escaped was almost contrary to the direction he escaped, he was not sure.

Now he knew that the Guo family had divided their troops, and this was just one of them. Those players probably followed other clues.

If you can't go along with these people, you have to find a way to leave!

It's too dangerous to stay with the player's hunting object!

In particular, the lady's facial features were extremely delicate, and her big black and white eyes were charming and charming. Even if she was covered by black gray and shadows, she could not hide her beauty.

This has always been the focus of players.

But... how to go? My hands and feet were tied, and I used a beef tendon rope soaked in oil, and I was tied with a pig's trotter buckle. It couldn't be loosened and it couldn't be worn.

While swallowing the steamed bun, Mu Canyang thought while thinking. Mu Ran noticed the corner opposite, and cast the attention of the dead man next to him, and suddenly raised his lips: There is one!

I secretly began to prepare.

After eating, we drank water, and after drinking water, everyone began to discuss how to take turns to watch.

When the discussion was fierce, there was a sudden "puff" sound, and it was raining lightly in the small space of the Land Temple.

Wipe the wet place and see where is rain? It is clearly blood!

Everyone was horrified for a moment and couldn't help but look at the place where the sound came. They saw Mu Canyang falling over to the ground, his eyes turned white, his mouth was spitting blood foam, his face was blue and purple, and his throat was "hoho" sounded.

Although the cowhide rope tied his hands and feet back to his body, it seemed that it was still not enough.

His whole body stretched back hard, almost stretching into a bow, but he still jumped endlessly, like a live fish struggling on the shore.

"No, this guy is crazy!"

"Maybe the poisonous injury has not healed, and it's now happening?"

"Quick, fast, there is no towel, put it in your mouth, don't let him bite his tongue."

"Root, let loose the rope first, change it to the front, so you can stretch him, don't let him sprain his waist."

Although he looked down on Mu Canyang, he really thought he was sick, these people still rushed over and helped him save him in various ways.

Not many people paid attention. While changing positions, Mu Canyang quietly folded a piece of beef tendon rope in half and held it tightly in his palm.
Chapter completed!