Chapter 20: Even if you can't fight, you have to fight
The two stood there for another two hours, freezing like grandchildren. Song Qiaoyue was frozen by the wind, and she was also frozen by watching the blood on Qian Bumei's head flow down his forehead and finally turn into a blood gourd, which was so frightening that she shivered.
This, this is too scary. A fantasy can't be this real, right? Even the smell of blood is so obvious.
However, the legendary illusion was not solved. Instead, an old man sweeping the floor came over from a distance, stumbling over with a big broom in his hand: "Make way, make way."
The broom swept all the way, and the two men got a mouthful of dust. Qian Bumei's face was covered with blood and dust, and the red and black color revealed the firmness and determination of a mystic.
Song Qiaoyue was suddenly moved by the spirit of this blood-mud-headed man. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a bang.
Another stone fell from the sky and hit Qian Bumei on the head again.
Song Qiaoyue: "..."
System: "Master... why did you only hit him?"
Xie Zaozao: "Didn't you say that we can't harm important people?"
The system was upset: "Can we just smash unimportant things?"
Xie Zaozao: "What else?"
system:"……"
After being hit twice, Qian Bumei fell to the ground again as softly as a sheet sliding down from a clothesline. He lay on the ground for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and stood up, his posture still standard and alert.
"It's just an illusion, it can't faze me!!!"
Is this really an illusion?
Song Qiaoyue couldn't help but pull the old man sweeping the floor and ask, "Uncle, is this at the foot of the mountain or the mountainside?"
The old man was very stubborn: "At my age, do you think I can climb halfway up the mountain?"
Song Qiaoyue turned around to talk to Qian Bumei, only to see Qian Bumei stumble to his feet again, grinning at the old man, and blood mixed with mud flowed out of his mouth.
Qian Bumei: "Pooh, pooh, pooh."
Uncle: "Who are you spitting at?"
Qian Bumei: "You are not the master, you are an illusion, and the illusion is so arrogant!"
Before he could finish his words, Qian Bumei was hit by the old man with a broom, and just as he stood up, he was knocked to the ground again.
This old man is worthy of being the master of the Fu family. His hair looks white. He suddenly exerted force and beat the injured Qian Bumei so hard that he had no chance to defend himself.
After the fight, the old man didn't want to fight anymore, so he ran away with a broom and disappeared in a flash.
Song Qiaoyue: ...We agreed not to climb up the mountainside, but it's not hard to reach the top in one breath...
She turned around and saw Qian Bumei lying on the ground twitching. She rushed over and said, "Master Qian, Master Qian, are you okay?"
Qian Bumei: "No problem, I can still do somersaults."
After saying that, Qian Bumei jumped up from the ground with a somersault, then sat down on the ground again and lay down like a corpse. He repeated this three times before finally standing up.
He was still obsessed with doing a somersault.
Qian Bumei tried to do a somersault but rolled three times before he could barely stand up. Song Qiaoyue looked at the man in front of her with a sad face, his blood so thick that he couldn't tell the front from the back. She said, "This really isn't an illusion, Master Qian, let's go."
Qian Fangshi, who was knocked unconscious, didn't say anything and was dragged up the mountain by Song Qiaoyue.
While running, he kept saying, "How come it's not an illusion?"
"How can there be such a realistic illusion!"
Qian Bumei: "That's not right! How could someone move me so far away without anyone noticing?"
The two of them ran all the way to the mountainside. They saw the school gate from afar. Qian Bumei smiled and said, "We're here—"
In the blink of an eye, we were back at the foot of the mountain.
Qian Bumei: ...
Song Qiaoyue: ...
Qian Bumei: "Song Qiaoyue, can you explain to me, this isn't an illusion, how could it happen?"
Song Qiaoyue couldn't explain it.
Qian Bumei angrily asked, "Who on earth did you offend?"
Before Song Qiaoyue could say anything, there was a loud bang and Qian Bumei was hit by a stone again.
He was lying face down on the ground, with blood slowly forming a pool under his face.
Song Qiaoyue was so frightened that her face turned pale. Could this man be dead?
It’s none of her business!
Song Qiaoyue turned around and wanted to run, but she heard Qian Bumei yell and jump up, pointing at her and roaring, "Miss Song, why are you running? Explain to me, I came here to help you, why are you only hitting me with stones?"
Song Qiaoyue stuttered for a long time but couldn't explain it.
Qian Bumei picked up a stone from the ground and hit himself with it, smiling grimly: "Come on, Miss Song, we are in the same group, so we should share the same hardship. If you let me hit you once, I will feel better."
Song Qiaoyue screamed and ran away.
As soon as he ran to the gate, he was hit by a stone thrown by Qian Bumei and fainted.
Qian Bumei was hit by a rock falling from the sky again and fell to the ground unconscious.
When the two woke up, it was dark. They turned around and looked at each other, and were so scared that they almost screamed.
All of them had blood on their faces.
This is not an illusion, it's dark.
They covered their heads and ran down the mountain. Qian Bumei kept muttering, "Tingshuixie was evil before, and now it's even more dangerous..."
Xie Zaozao: "Let's go back to sleep."
system:……
Xie Zaozao: "What's wrong? It's not me who smashed it."
system:……
Song Qiaoyue covered her head and went back to the town to find a place to stay. She covered her head and gritted her teeth as she took the medicine. She wished she could stab Xie Zaozao to death with three or six holes.
At this time, Lin Zhaoyu sent her a voice message: "Qiaoyue... why are you wrapping a towel around your head?"
Song Qiaoyue, who was wrapped up like an Indian, said: "Cousin, I... just washed my hair."
"Oh, did you find out any news about Xie Zaozao when you went to the Fu family this time?"
Song Qiaoyue's nose felt sore. Just as she was about to cry to Lin Zhaoyu about being bullied by Xie Zaozao, she suddenly shuddered and said, "No, no."
Lin Zhaoyu was surprised and said, "That's strange. She was clearly heading in that direction at the beginning."
Song Qiaoyue quickly changed the subject: "Cousin, when will you marry me?"
Lin Zhaoyu: "...Stop it, I can't marry you."
The two chatted for a few sentences, and Song Qiaoyue used the excuse of taking a rest to cut off the voice transmission, and made up her mind.
My cousin is so anxious to find Xie Zaozao, he will definitely marry her after finding her. Although her status is not enough to make her Lin Zhaoyu's legal wife, Xie Zaozao is a good flyer and her status is definitely not low. If I marry her then, won't I be disgusted by this woman every day?
We must solve this trouble with Xie Zaozao as soon as possible.
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