After repelling the pursuers, Xin Peng ran all the way to the north, and now Xin Peng didn't know if there were any pursuers behind him, the previous carelessness completely made Xin Peng start to be afraid, and now no matter whether there were pursuers behind him, Xin Peng ran as hard as he could. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unconsciously, Xin Peng had escaped from Ling Bo's surveillance, and now Ling Bo could no longer sense Xin Peng's presence by any means.

Limbo was furious in the palace and knocked all the gold, silver and porcelain in the palace to the ground, at which point Limbo transferred all his dissatisfaction to Lan Feng.

"Damn the blue dragon, if it weren't for this bug meddling, Lao Tzu would have eradicated that mess of meat a long time ago." Limbo's face was fierce.

At this time, Chang Shipeng, who was imprisoned under the dragon chair by Ling Bo, saw Ling Bo angry, trembling with fright, and his teeth chattering.

Chang Shipeng had been imprisoned under the dragon chair by Ling Bo for a month, and every day Ling Bo sat on the dragon chair, while Chang Shipeng was tied up and stuffed under the dragon chair.

Chang Shipeng could only show one eye and look outside, this was all arranged by Ling Bo, and Ling Bo's intention was to make Chang Shipeng feel humiliated.

Xin Peng had already run all the way to Liaoyang City, and at this time Liaoyang City had already been slaughtered to pieces, and not a single house in the entire Liaoyang City was intact, and not even a decent person could be seen.

There was nothing in the city, and Xin Peng ran here to find some food, but looking at this look, let alone eating, I'm afraid there is not even a single steamed bun.

Just as Xin Peng was trying to find food, Xin Peng saw a short old man picking up the garbage heap, as if looking for food in the garbage heap.

The hungry Xin Peng also stepped forward to pick up the garbage heap, and then the old man was not happy and accused Xin Peng.

"What are you? This is my territory, get me away. The old man scolded Xin Peng.

"Hey? You old man, where is it written that this is your territory? I don't look where I am. Xin Peng retorted.

"It's not a shame that you, a big man with a strong body, should steal food from a bad old man like me." The old man accused Xin Pengdao.

"Okay, okay, I don't have the same knowledge as you, you can pick up the garbage and eat it yourself." Xin Peng said mockingly.

"Young people, don't be so rampant, it's already good to have garbage to eat, otherwise what else do you want to eat?" The old man yelled at Xin Peng.

"Eat as much as you want, don't preach to me." Xin Peng said impatiently.

At this time, Xin Peng and the old man saw a moldy steamed bun on the ground next to him at the same time, which was not small, the two looked at each other, and Xin Peng rushed out to pick up the steamed bun.

"You're a fool! How can it be like this! The old man accused Xin Pengdao.

"Hey, hey! I eat with my ability at this time, so it's no wonder that you start late. Xin Peng took the steamed bun and dangled it in front of the old man's eyes and said.

"Humph! Eat as you eat, don't dangle it in front of my eyes. The old man said angrily.

"You old man, you talked to me endlessly before, and now you still don't make me angry with you? Why do you have all the good things you want? Xin Peng said to the old man with a smile.

"Stinky boy, don't you know how to respect the old and love the young? You're just talking to an old man? The old man seemed angry.

"Old man? If you want me to respect you, then you will look like an old man, what is it to rely on the old and sell the old? Xin Peng said.

At this time, a child walked by Xin Peng's side, and the child was skinny, and it seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days.

The child stared at the moldy steamed bun in Xin Peng's hand, and kept pursing his lips.

Xin Peng saw that the child was hungry, so he gave the steamed bun to the child.

The child picked up the steamed bun and ran away, and at this time the old man looked at Xin Peng and nodded.

"I can't imagine that you, a rude young man, have such a tender side, very much like my style back then!" The old man praised Xin Pengdao.

"You old man, don't forget to praise yourself when you praise me, you are so interesting." Xin Peng said with a smile.

"Okay, for the sake of your conscience, come with me, I'll fill your stomach." The old man said to Xin Peng.

Xin Peng followed Xin Jiang Su to the old man, and the old man led Xin Peng to a collapsed house, which looked like a shop, half of the house was destroyed, and the remaining half was still able to block the wind in three directions.

The old man took out a bag of grain from the pile of stones, and took out a small pot, but this pot did not look like it was used for cooking, but a bit like that used for striking iron.

This old man is the skilled blacksmith in Liaoyang City, since the failure to fight the pseudo-red witch, the blacksmith took advantage of the chaos to escape, and fled all the way back to his hometown Liaoyang City.

The blacksmith who returned home was running for a living every day, because almost all the people here had been slaughtered by the savage army, and there were not many survivors, so the blacksmith cleaned up his house and lived in the exhaust gas house with three walls for more than a month.

And the bag of rice was dug up by the blacksmith in the grain shop, and the only bag of grain left at this time, the rest should have been snatched by the savage army.

In order to save this bag of food, the old blacksmith resolutely refused to take it out until he had to do so, because the blacksmith had heard from the pseudo-red witch that this winter was very long, and if he didn't save a little food, he would really starve to death when he ran out of food.

"Huh! You old man, you still have stock! Xin Peng said as he poured the rice into the pot.

"Pour less, don't eat up all my winter rations." The blacksmith watched Xin Peng fall down the small half bag, and his heart was distressed.

"Don't be stingy, I'll help you find food again when I can't eat, I haven't eaten for a long time, you just let me fill my stomach!" Xin Peng said.

This pot is the original pot used for iron, and it used to be filled with a pot of cold water in the pot, and this pot is a cold tool when striking iron.

"What a broken pot! It's not like cooking! Xin Peng said.

"This is my iron pot, no way, the tools at home have been robbed, you can make do with it." The blacksmith said.

The two of them cooked a pot of white rice porridge, and had a comfortable and full meal, after eating enough, Xin Peng felt that his strength was greater than just now, and now Xin Peng felt that even if there were 10,000 more pursuers, he would not be afraid.

Xin Peng lay in the house surrounded by walls on three sides, and the blacksmith also lay inside, and the two of them lay lazily on the ground, like a pair of grandchildren.

"You're a blacksmith?" Xin Peng asked the blacksmith.

"Yes, and he's a skilled blacksmith." The blacksmith said proudly.

"Really? If you're skilled, how about building me a weapon? Xin Peng said.

"I'm afraid it won't work, there are no materials at all now, what will I use to build weapons for you!" The blacksmith said.

(To be continued.) )