Chapter 402 Your daughter is in my hands.
After a cup of tea.
Jiang Yingcheng put his hands on his waist, leaned forward slightly, blinked his almond-shaped eyes, and said innocently: "Is it possible or not?"
The robber, who was knocked down by the Chen group, lay on the ground, his expression filled with fear and humiliation: "...know a little bit?"
“That’s great!”
Jiang Yingcheng clasped his hands together, his expression visibly cheerful.
Then he enthusiastically stretched out his hands, trying to help the one who could write up from the ground, complaining, "Uncle, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
If you had told me earlier, Uncle Lechen and the others wouldn't have to take action!
Under the stares of the people in the crowd, the person who spoke suddenly exerted force with his legs and took several steps back: "Ahhh, don't come over here, don't come over here!!"
Jiang Yingcheng looked innocent, but he did not try to force the man to help.
She stood up and looked around: "Where is your base~"
A few people in the dust said: "..."
The robber lying on the ground: "..."
Why are you asking this? ! !
What are you asking for? ! !
…
The robbers' lair was about half a day's journey from the city gate. When the group arrived there excitedly or helplessly, it was already completely dark.
The old nest is located in a deep forest, in a very remote location. Even though it is early summer, the evening breeze already brings a hint of coolness.
Le Chen pulled out a robe from the small bag that the boy had packed, wrapped her up in it and held her in his arms. When they arrived, she had just woken up.
“Hmm…”
Jiang Yingcheng slept very soundly that night. In her dream, she could still vividly remember the scene where her handsome father took the initiative to take her to join the army with a look of reluctance on his face. When she woke up, she felt that everything she saw was not satisfactory.
——Commonly known as grumpiness when waking up.
Jiang Yingcheng looked at the strange surroundings and frowned, "Where is this?"
The robber leading the way turned around and glanced at the young man again and again, but dared not say anything.
But those lips that had been hesitating for a long time looked as if they had swallowed ten thousand swear words with difficulty.
Le Chen cast a warning look at each of the group of people and said calmly, "We're home."
Robber: “???”
What does it mean to be “home”?
Can you tell me whose house this is?!
However, before they could express their dissatisfaction with the remarks, they saw the young man in the bald man's arms was stunned, and then he suddenly straightened his upper body and looked around: "What?!!"
Jiang Yingcheng, who had just woken up, was very gullible.
She didn't even suspect that her uncle Lu Chen might have lied to her. The first thing that came to her mind was -
[How could there be such a shabby place in the palace?! ]
A few people in the dust said: "..."
They suddenly felt a little fortunate. Although the young man would mutter such words in his heart, he always had the tact to not say them out loud. Otherwise, the group of robbers would have inevitably launched a tragic counterattack.
Before I could fully express my happiness, I heard a childish voice ringing in my ears.
Jiang Yingcheng hadn't even woken up yet when he heard such devastating news. He took a deep breath and cried a little: "Are we already this poor?!"
How did the fight in the Xianyang Palace end up like this? !
Liaochen: “…”
"Wuwuwu, did we lose the fight?!"
After losing the war with Beiming, they ceded territory and paid compensation? !
Liaochen: “…………”
"How can we live like this——"
She was fine, but what about her father and mother?
They have lived a life of luxury, how can they accept such a gap? !
The young man spoke in rapid succession, leaving no room for a word. He could only stare blankly at the robber opposite him, whose expression suddenly turned sad and angry.
Every sentence seemed to be expressing regret for their own plight, but in fact every sentence turned into a sharp knife, stabbing into the chest of these robbers.
The robbers on the opposite side looked angry for a while, but finally they could no longer endure the humiliation. The leader of the robbers angrily picked up a weapon nearby and shouted: "Brothers, let's fight them!!"
A group of robbers moved upon hearing the noise, and several more people broke out of the room behind them, shouting with all their might: "Brothers, charge!"
Liaochen: “…”
Liao Chen sighed deeply, resigned himself to his fate and moved on.
That night, the bald man, holding a little dumpling in one hand and with an empty fist in the other, with a kind face but ruthless moves, became a nightmare in almost everyone's mind.
Not to mention the other few people's kung fu, which seemed to be acquired through fighting on the battlefield.
In just a moment, all the robbers were knocked to the ground again, groaning continuously.
Liao Chen chanted "Amitabha" casually, and then, with a little force, he stepped on the thigh of the leader who was retreating continuously, and his voice was full of humility: "Are you still fighting?"
The leader: "..."
The leader burst into tears and said, "It took us almost three years to build this place, and you, you are humiliating us in this way. It's too much!!"
He didn't want to bring this group of people to their lair.
But this group of people was very strange. Whenever he tried to lead them in the wrong direction, they would accurately judge and suppress him violently.
After several unsuccessful attempts, they finally brought everyone back.
Can--
How dare these people disgrace the village they worked so hard to build!!
It's simply too much!!
The force under Lu Chen's feet loosened, and his eyes wandered awkwardly for a moment, finally falling on the little guy in his arms.
Jiang Yingcheng was completely sober after this incident. Hearing this, his eyes flickered around and he whistled an extremely melodious tune in his heart.
[Strange, strange, what is Uncle Lechen looking at Chengcheng doing——]
The leading robber cried louder and louder, and finally almost howled: "W-what on earth do you want to do?!"
Liaochen: “…”
Good question.
He also wanted to know.
…
These people's kung fu was not very high, so what they could rob was limited. The word "thrift" was engraved in almost every trivial aspect of their lives, even insisting on only burning one candle in a room.
A group of people squeezed into the leader's relatively large house and looked at the table with an indescribable look on their faces.
Jiang Yingcheng leaned his hands on the edge of the table and looked at the robber opposite him who claimed that he could write.
"Well...just write it like this..."
The sound of the baby's voice was very childish, but the words that came out were not like that -
Jiang Yingcheng paused for a moment and said, "I am glad to hear your letter."
The robber wrote down his words in a very orderly manner.
And then——
"Your daughter is in my hands."
The robber's writing hand suddenly stopped, and the ink from the tip of the pen slowly dripped, forming an ink circle on the word "颜" he had just written.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Tuanzi opposite him with disbelief.
Say it again.
Who is in whose hands?!
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