Author: That sour sugar

A middle-aged couple rushed over and helped the little girl up. The woman helped her back to the place, and the man went to pick up the hatchet.

Several refugees took two steps forward and stopped again, as if they were hesitating.

Chen Fan didn't look at them. If he didn't even dare to take back his own things, how could he protect himself in the subsequent itinerary?

After doing psychological construction for a while, the refugees plucked up their courage and pulled out the bandits' things and took away some. The bandits were also interesting, and they didn't even rush towards Chen Fan when they rushed towards him.

I forgot to put the thing I snatched into my pocket, put it on my armpits, and put it on my shoulders. I didn't want to let go when I threw it out and fell to the ground.

Someone continued to take action, and some bandits shouted: "That's not yours." Chen Fan looked up at the refugees, and some of them shrank their hands and walked back. The little girl continued to take things, but was waved by a bandit.

The fist fell to the ground. She got up and ran away.

Several of them also wrestled with the bandits, continued to steal some things, and then ran to the road to stop a few who seemed to be more depressed than them, sent out the things in their hands, and said a few more words.

The few down-and-out people also turned their heads to look at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan looked at them calmly.

Several refugees walked up to her, bent down to her, bowed, and said thank you. She shook her hand: "No need to thank you, I didn't go to save you."

A middle-aged man said, "The girl knocked down those people and took back our things. In the end, the girl helped us. I wonder where the girl was going? If we were on the same road, can we go with the girl.

Walk?"

Are you on the same road? She doesn't know, and she doesn't know where she is going. She looked at the grinning bandits. They are still here, so what do you say?

After the refugees finished speaking, they dispersed without waiting for Chen Fan to respond and said they would go to get their luggage.

Several bandits on the ground clumsyly got up, gathered together, and prepared to leave. A "ah-ah--" sound came over, mixed with the sound of chaotic and heavy footsteps.

It turned out to be a group of refugees carrying hoes and machetes!

Rounding groups of people ran behind Chen Fan, and a long stretch of the road suddenly appeared! A three-legged situation suddenly formed on the field!

Chen Fan: “…”

The refugees rushing over quickly fell down a few: those who were sitting on the ground with weak legs, those who were staggering on the ground, and those who were tripping by the people in front of them. Those who were still breathing quickly.

The front of the team was the little girl. She pointed at the bandits: "They can no longer beat them, and you will kill them!" As soon as these words came out, green immediately appeared in the eye sockets of the group of people.

Light.

The bandits roared a swear word, with a surprisingly consistent tone, making the refugees tremble, and the next second they raised their hoes and waved their swords.

It turns out that combat power can be scared.

The two sides confronted each other for a while, and no one took action first. Chen Fan felt embarrassed when he saw this situation.

What should she do? Help the refugees beat the gangsters? If the gangsters are chopped and stewed by those people, she will help the gang become demons.

Helping the bandits deal with refugees? The nature is the same. If the bandits want to take action this time, they will never just grab things.

She could not defeat both factions for a while. Let them suffer losses? It is not guaranteed that some refugees behind her would have thoughts that they shouldn't have.

What to do?

Seeing that the two teams were about to fight, the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared and a very strange expression appeared on the bandits' faces. The refugees had already begun to tremble and showed horror. Chen Fan was strangely

Looking at them, the group of people behind her buzzed and whispered, then stopped again.

Chen Fan also felt that the air pressure on the field seemed to be very low, and her chest was so stuffy; it seemed that there was a powerful force covering everyone, forcing people to breathe. She slowly and deeply sucked

He breathed out carefully and slowly exhale.

The weapons in the hands of the refugees have fallen to the ground one after another, and some hit the feet of others, but none of them let out even a slight scream. The pressure was still permeating and spreading, Chen Fan knew clearly

Chu Di felt a hint of chill on her back. She looked at the group of refugees and bandits falling down like grass blown by the wind, and there was also a thumping sound behind her. Scar face clenched his fists and sniffed.

Ya, finally, was able to howl: "God of hero! God of hero! We will never dare to do it again!"

The murderous aura disappeared instantly, and Chen Fan felt his body relaxed a little. The bandits were the first to struggle to get up and stumbled away.

The group of refugees also got up tremblingly, but they couldn't hold the kitchen knife and hatchet, so they stopped taking it and ran back staggeringly. Those who were in better condition dragged the handle of the hoe and dragged it a few steps.

He also threw down the hoe.

Chen Fan wanted to turn his head to see if there were any mysterious figures, but his neck seemed to be frozen and he didn't implement her brain's thoughts. When she finally turned around, where was the mysterious figure? On the road

They were all empty, and no other refugees could be seen coming over for hundreds of meters. They only saw a bunch of dark and dense crowds far and far away.

Even so many refugees on the road were scared away by that murderous aura?

Some people were scared away, and most of them were running back. I heard from the people behind that they had food, so I immediately walked back. Layer after layer, many refugees on the road retreated, empty

It took such a long journey.

When Huang Jian flew back, he saw that the ground around their carriage was filled with people. A large iron pot was being cooked.

Huang Jian looked at their young master and his face looked a little ugly. He whispered to Mo Jian: "Why did you cook porridge today? Didn't you just give food? Your face is also..."

Mo Jian didn't answer, but just shook the long whip in his hand into the air, making a crisp sound. The refugees sitting on the ground shook their bodies and sat more properly.

Huang Jian touched his nose, moved to Zhang Ci, and reported to him about the situation on Chen Fan's side.

"What do you think of that girl's martial arts skills?" Feng An asked Huang Jian.

"The movement is very neat and the strength is very strong. It seems that there is no internal force, so it should be just hard work. She is not ruthless in her moves. When those people are thrown out or fall to the ground, the force exerted on them has already dissipated. They don't

As for broken arms and legs, your internal organs will not be injured, but they just fell and lost their strength."

Zhang Ci nodded slightly: "You go and follow us for a while, and wait for us to come." Huang Jian was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said yes, and was about to leave. Mo Jian took a look, and wanted to speak but stopped.
Chapter completed!