"Uncle, we have no grievances with you, why do you want to do it?" The firewood knife was placed on the neck of the kidnapped man, Liu Wei glanced at the old man, and asked in a cold tone.

The old man sat slumped on the ground, Zhou Cang threw him out just now with a lot of effort, even if he was a young man, he couldn't bear to be thrown like this, not to mention that he was just an old man who was already old.

The bones all over his body seemed to be about to fall apart, but the look on the old man's face was very resolute, not only did he not answer Liu Wei's question, but twisted his neck to the side and snorted coldly.

"If you want to kill, you will kill, if Lao Tzu frowns, he is not a man." The old man didn't reply, but the man who was held hostage by Liu Wei scolded angrily.

"It's a few men." Liu Wei pursed his lips and said lightly to Zhou Cang, who was guarding the door: "Yuanfu, quickly knock them down, try not to hurt their lives, just let them lie down for ten days and a half months." ”

"No!" Zhou Cang responded, handed the long sword he was holding in his right hand to his left hand, and took a step towards a few men in the room.

"Brothers, come on!" Before Zhou Cang could make a move, the leading man shouted at the other three people standing behind him, and with a long sword, he took the lead in rushing towards Zhou Cang.

As soon as the man rushed closer, he raised his long sword and made a gesture to slash at the top of Zhou Cang's head, and Zhou Cang opened his fan-like slap and slammed it into the man's face.

With a crisp sound of "pop", the leading man was slapped heavily on the cheek, and the whole person staggered towards the corner of the wall on the side of the door like a tumbler that had been kicked vigorously.

"Peng!" His body slammed against the wall, and he struggled twice after falling to the ground, but soon his eyes rolled and he passed out.

"Who's coming?" stunned the leading man with a slap, Zhou Cang clenched his fist and raised it upward, and said to the others in the room with a cold face: "If you still want to come up and fight, you can go up together, don't delay grandpa's work." ”

"Up!" The three men with long swords glanced at each other, and one of them let out a loud shout and threw himself towards Zhou Cang.

Seeing that their companions pounced, the other two men also hurriedly raised their heels, and three long swords stabbed at Zhou Cang at the same time.

Zhou Cang held the sword in his left hand, and when the three long swords stabbed him in the chest, he pointed the tip of the long sword downward, twisted his arm, and blocked all the three swords that were stabbed in front of him.

With a crisp slap, the man's head deflected, and his head hit the head of the man in the middle.

The two of them collided with their heads, and their eyes were dark, and their bodies fell to the ground with a spin, and they passed out.

Taking advantage of Zhou Cang's slap, the third man withdrew his long sword, handed his arm forward, and stabbed Zhou Cang's heart violently.

Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce into the chest, Zhou Cang's body twisted, and he avoided the sword edge, and then flicked his arm upward, pushing the man's sword-holding hand away, and when the man staggered past him, Zhou Cang's hand was in the shape of a hand knife, and slashed at the man's neck.

"Guard the door!" As soon as Zhou Cang solved the third man, Liu Wei lifted the firewood knife, knocked the man's temple with the handle of the knife, and shouted to Zhou Cang at the same time.

"Come on!" At the same time as Liu Wei shouted, it was the old man who was sitting on the ground, and after shouting to the door, the old man held his body as if he was about to fall apart, and as soon as he lowered his head, he crashed into the nearby wall.

When Zhou Cang jumped to the door and stood by the door with a long sword in his hand, Liu Wei also rushed towards the old man who was about to hit the wall.

"Want to die?" In the moment before the old man's head collided with the wall, Liu Wei grabbed his hair bun, dragged him back, and said coldly: "If you want to harm me secretly, how can you die so easily?" ”

was dragged to the side by Liu Wei to lie down, the old man half leaned up, and stared fiercely at Liu Wei who was standing in front of him with a pair of eyes full of resentment.

At the same time, dozens of men with yellow scarves on their heads rushed out of several rooms outside. The men, with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, howled and rushed towards the house.

"The Yellow Turbans?" Seeing the group of men rushing out, Zhou Cang's brows tightened, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he spat on the ground and scolded: "Damn, when will the Yellow Turban Army also do such indiscriminate things?" ”

After this group of men with yellow scarves on their heads rushed out, they did not immediately attack the house, but set up a two-column formation outside the house, blocking the way out for Liu Wei and the others.

"Are you scared?" Glancing at the group of men with yellow scarves on their heads outside the door, Liu Wei asked Tang Ji softly.

"With a husband here, the concubine is not afraid!" Tang Ji shook his head, staring at Liu Bian's smiling face without blinking a pair of trusting eyes, and said to Liu Bian: "Being surrounded by people, the husband can still smile, it shows that these people are not taken seriously by the husband at all. ”

"yes!" Liu Wei nodded, gently stroked Tang Ji's hair twice, and said to her and Zhou Cang: "When I first came here, I felt that there was something strange here, but it was too late for me to leave at that time. Rather than let people catch up and fight them in the wilderness, it is better to guard the house and not suffer from the enemy. ”

"Sir, aren't you worried about ......?" Zhou Cang, who was guarding the door, subconsciously asked after listening to Liu Wei's words.

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Wei said to him with a smile: "Yuanfu's worries are reasonable, they can't attack the house, and they will definitely use fire to force us out of the house." But did Yuanfu pay attention to the structure of these houses? ”

Although he was a little puzzled by what Liu Wei said, there were still dozens of Yellow Turban men guarding there outside the door, and they could attack them at any time, Zhou Cang did not look back at Liu Bian, but just held a long sword and stared at the Yellow Turban man at the door.

"The bluestone structure, although the roof is a little thatched, but it is pasted with yellow mud, if such a house can be lit, a candle may be able to burn the whole world." With a smug smile on his face, Liu Wei walked up to the old man lying on the ground, bent down slightly, and asked the old man, "Am I talking about it, old man?" ”

"Who the hell are you?" Liu Bian's words surprised the old man, and his facial muscles twitched violently a few times, and he asked about Liu Bian's name and surname.

Liu Wei didn't pay attention to him, just walked past him and walked straight into a room on the side.

A moment later, he came out of the room, still carrying a long hemp rope in his hand.

"This rope should be used by you and others to bind Dao'er, and I will borrow it for use today." Holding the rope in his hand, Liu Wei smiled at the old man, walked up to the unconscious men, and tied them up one by one like grasshoppers.

"Do you want me to do it, or do you do it yourself?" After tying up the five men, Liu Wei dragged most of the remaining rope heads and asked the old man.

"I'm tired of Mr. Lao." Knowing that he must be humiliated, but his body hurt and couldn't stand it, the old man smiled bitterly, and after saying a word, he tilted his head to the side.

Liu Wei was not polite, after the old man tilted his head to the side, he stepped forward and pulled the old man's arm, dragged him closer, and tied the old man with a rope, while still saying in his mouth: "Actually, I can't see the old man suffering the most, but you are not the same as the ordinary old man, if you don't tie you up, it will be difficult to say whether I will die in your hands." Husband, take care of yourself. ”

said polite words in his mouth, but Liu Wei showed no mercy in his hands, and the rope was tightly and firmly.

"Sir, why bother." It may be that he is a little uncomfortable to be tied, the old man has a wry smile on his face, and said to Liu Wei: "The little old man is about to die, and he broke his muscles and bones, even if Mr. is not tied, it will not hurt a few people." ”

"That's not for sure!" Liu Wei tightened the rope hard, tied a dead button, and said to the old man: "I will never be deceived by appearances, now you have broken your muscles and bones, and when the people outside attack us, I am afraid you will be alive." ”

"Alas!" The old man shook his head, sighed and said, "In the past, I was waiting for me to calculate others, but I don't want to be calculated by Mr. today......"

Liu Wei smiled at the old man, patted him lightly on the arm, stood up and walked towards Tang Ji.

"You're hiding here, no matter what's going on at the door, don't come here." Pulling Tang Ji to the corner of the inner entrance of the hall, Liu Wei held her shoulders with both hands, stared at her beautiful eyes, and said to her gently: "Don't run into the rooms on both sides, if you have an accident, I will definitely be distracted." ”

Looking at Liu Wei with sincere eyes, listening to his explanation that although he was not tender and sweet, but with a strong sense of love, Tang Ji nodded heavily, and a trace of sweetness surged in his heart.

After explaining to Tang Ji, Liu Wei picked up a long sword dropped by the men who were tied up from the ground and walked towards the door.

"It's strange that they haven't moved yet." Looking at the group of yellow turban men outside the door, Liu Wei said to Zhou Cang on the side: "You must be cautious, if they still don't move later, you can go to sleep, beware of them calculating and delaying until the second half of the night to suddenly make trouble." ”

"No!" Zhou Cang responded, holding a long sword in his hand, and staring at the dozens of yellow turban men outside the house without blinking.

The slanting sun set down the hill, leaving only a layer of orange halo on the top of the mountain, and the dim light was cast on the earth, as if the setting sun was pouring out its unwillingness to leave to people.

The sky gradually darkened, and the entire world fell into a gray haze, and the yellow turban men outside the house also took two steps forward at this time.