Pension Strategy - Chapter 133

    Since it has been found, a desperate fight is inevitable.

    Ji Ping looked down at Ningdong and asked in a low voice, “Dongzi, are you afraid.”

    “As long as my mother is there, I won’t be afraid.” Ning Dong shook his head without thinking, on the contrary, he looked a little excited.

    Although his life has always been peaceful, he has been running around in the forest with a tiger since he was a child, and he may be more courageous than many people.

     Hearing this, Ji Ping was suffocated, turned his head subconsciously, and placed his gaze on Ning Qiu accurately across the distance.

    She doesn’t look amazing, wearing light orange clothes, and her facial features are gentle under the soft moonlight lanterns, all the years.

    This is the amount of love given to Ningdong to make him blurt out the trust.

    Seems to feel his scrutiny, Ning Qiu raised his eyes and looked, those calm eyes like spring water, reflecting the bright stars at the moment, it is easy to attract people, Ji Ping withdraws in a panic The sight, the heartbeat quickened a lot.

    He raised his hand and rubbed Ningdong’s hair, his face was calm, but his ears were burning, “Your mother kisses her… She is a very good person.”

    “Of course, my mother is the best mother in the world!” Ning Dong puffed out her small chest and was very proud.

    Seeing that the two of them didn’t pay attention to the pursuit of their Hell Palace, but instead chatted leisurely, which instantly angered them.

     Ji Ping put his hand on his waist and took down his soft sword.

    For a while, the collision between the weapons made a screeching sound, rubbing fire, and the tiles flew.

    The following are ordinary people, it is not suitable to fight here, it will hurt innocent people.

    So in the entanglement, Ji Ping’s goal was very clear, specifically attacking the weakest killer of the three, and finally found a chance to break through, he quickly picked up Ningdong, used light work, jumped in On the roof, he quickly left Qingshui Town and headed for the inaccessible suburbs outside the town.

    “Chase!” The three of them were in hot pursuit.

    Ning Qiu looked up at the moonlight, it was time to go back.

    She stretched, turned to leave, and also walked out of town.

    She seemed to be walking leisurely, but in fact, she flashed three steps and quickly disappeared from the crowd.

    In this room, Ji Ping just came to the suburbs with his front feet, and his back feet were caught up, so he had no chance to breathe.

    He frowned, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he still protected Ningdong behind him.

    “Uncle Ji, you’re bleeding.” Ning Dong came out and stood in front of Ji Ping, and saw that Ji Ping’s right arm had a cut, and the clothes on his chest were also dyed Red, it seems that the old wound has been re-opened.

    “Dongzi, wait for Uncle Ji to stop them, and you will find a chance to leave.” Ji Ping’s face was a little pale, and his eyes were full of guilt when he looked at Ning Dong.

    “Leave? Neither of you can escape.” The killer pointed his sword at Ji Ping, and said arrogantly.

    After finding the person and finding that there is no counterattack, they did not act immediately, because they liked to appreciate the prey falling into despair.

    Ning Dong ignored no one, fumbled for a while in her arms, and finally took out a delicate white bottle and stuffed it into Ji Ping’s hand, “Uncle Ji, you are seriously injured and have not recovered, so it is not appropriate to use your inner strength. . This is a hemostatic medicine, go and pour it on your own.”

    ” Dongzi…” Ji Ping felt that the medicine bottle in his palm was still warm, and when he heard the latter sentence, he was dumbfounded.

    “Uncle Ji, you have to be conscious of being a patient. Be good, hurry up and take the medicine. This is my mother, the medicine prepared by myself, I won’t give it to others.” Ningdong With a small face and one hand behind his back, his bulging belly is very funny.

    In Ji Ping’s mind, Ning Qiu, who was just under the moonlight, suddenly appeared. He subconsciously grabbed the medicine bottle and felt even more ashamed.

    “Okay, the time for you to talk nonsense is over, follow us back to the Hall of Hell.” The killer looked at Ning Dong with excitement in his eyes, “Especially you, Si Mingkuan’s son .”

     Compared with catching Ji Ping, catching Si Mingkuan’s son will definitely make the hall master happy.

    “What is Si Mingkuan? You are such an idiot, I am my mother’s son! Also, those who want to capture Dongzi are all human traffickers.” Stepping forward, the clear childish voice filled the forest, “Human traffickers are all bad people, I will beat you all down!”

    It sounds like the same thing.

    Ji Ping was stunned, he stretched out his hand to pull Ning Dong back, but when he found that he couldn’t pull it back, his eyes showed surprise.

    Fuyuko’s inner strength is very strong!

    The killer sneered, “A child is a child, it’s stupid enough to think about it.”

    His subordinates reminded loudly, “Brother, don’t talk nonsense with them, lest you have long dreams at night.”

    “Go and catch that kid, go and tie Ji Ping.” The killer waved his hand.

    “None of you want to capture Uncle Ji!” When Ning Dong saw two people approaching, he rushed out like a cannonball.

      Ning Dong kicked and flew far away, blood still overflowing from the corners of his mouth when he fell to the ground.

    Ningdong, on the other hand, is already entangled with another killer.

    He took advantage of his height and was difficult to grasp, and coupled with his strange and quirky tricks, in comparison, two men bullied a child, but the child did not fall behind.

    “How is this possible!”

    It was not the Hell Palace killer who exclaimed, even Ji Ping’s eyes widened.

    A child who seems to be only six or seven years old can actually fight against two killers whose hands are covered in blood!

    Even a wizard who practices martial arts will not be able to do it with ease like this.

    “As expected of the elder brother’s son.” Ji Ping’s mouth twitched, full of admiration and relief.

    The leader of the killer saw that something was wrong, and if he dragged it on, it would definitely attract dark lines from other sects, so he drew his sword.

    Ningdong is the first time to play against others, plus she suffered from a small age and a small size, so she can’t deal with it soon.

    After a few tricks, he was kicked down, and in the next instant, a sword was glaring dazzlingly, and he was about to approach him.

    “Fuuji!” Ji Ping hurriedly rushed over.

    At this moment, the killer’s pupils shrank, and he died.

    And it was found that what was inserted into their heads was just an inconspicuous green leaf.

    “Mother!” Ning Dong shouted happily.

    Is it her? Ji Ping also turned his head and found that it was Ning Qiu. For some reason, he felt a little nervous, like a hairy child.

    “Villains die of talking too much, being a killer, and even more taboo to do things outside the mission.”

    With the rant, Ning Qiu came lazily and stopped in front of Ning Dong, “It feels so.”

    “Mother, my chest hurts a little.” Ning Dong rubbed the place where she had just been kicked, and there was a footprint on it.

    “Go home, mother will help you with medicine.” Ning Qiu stretched out his hand, Ning Dong stood up holding hands, he turned his head to look at Ji Ping, “Mother, what about Uncle Ji?”

    “Not yet dead.” Ning Qiu glanced at it, and finally threw a bottle of medicine at Ji Ping.

     Ji Ping caught it quickly, “Mrs. Ning…”

    Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Ning Qiu, who had already left.

    “Three capsules at a time. After eating, you can use energy to heal the wound. After three days, the internal injury will heal.”

    “Mrs Ning, can we still have a chance to taste good wine together?” Ji Ping chased after a few steps, looking deeply at the direction of Ning Qiu’s departure, for some reason Psychologically, I shouted.

    The only response to him was the words floating in his ears, but no one was there.

    “The green hills do not change, and the green waters flow.”