A horse thief was holding a torch in one hand and holding the reins in the other hand, galloping fast in the darkness. He seemed to think that the horse under his crotch was not fast enough, and he kept making a sound of "Go, Ga, Ga."

When the horse thief passed by a bush, a silver hook flew out of the bush, flashed past the horse thief, and finally inserted it into a tree that was thick with its arms not far away.

The horse thief was startled by the silver light and subconsciously wanted to pull out the sword, but he felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw that there was a translucent blood hole in his heart.

"Uh." The horse thief fell from the horse immediately, and his eyes were still wide open before his death, with an expression of dying with his eyes closed.

"How about it, Brother Ming, my method of throwing the flying knife is not bad. If you take action, you will never miss it." After the horse thief fell to the ground, two dirty boys walked out of the bushes.

"It's a coincidence that the blind cat met a dead mouse. If it weren't for the hook being cut like mud, you wouldn't even be able to cut his clothes." The younger boy nodded and looked elsewhere, not wanting to see the bloody scene.

"Okay, take the torch and wait for me in front. I'll handle it and go there." Han Ming stuffed the torch into Anan's hand, then pushed him forward so that he would not see the dead horse thief again.

Han Ming searched the body of the horse thief, but nothing useful was found. He immediately threw the horse thief's body into the bushes, and then with a light move, the silver hook inserted into the big tree flew back.

Han Ming jumped over to the horse and drove the horse towards Anan's side.

"Will you get on the horse?" Han Ming bent down and asked with a smile.

"Hmph, why can't it be?" Anan grabbed Han Ming's hand that stretched out, and then levered to the point where he jumped up, and then rode lightly on the horse.

"I didn't see that Xiaoxiao is quite flexible!" A trace of surprise flashed in Han Ming's eyes. Unexpectedly, Anan's skills were quite flexible.

"Hmph." Anan snorted dissatisfiedly, then said: "I can ride a horse at the age of seven!"

"It's amazing, I'll catch it, we're leaving." Han Ming shook the reins and the horse ran forward.

At this time, Anan turned his head and looked at Qingfeng Village, which was brightly lit behind him. There was a trace of sadness in his expression, and tears couldn't help but drip. "Master, Qiao'er, I promised you that I will live well. Now I have escaped. When I go back, I will definitely ask my father to write a letter to quell the horse thieves here and avenge you."

Although Anan's whispering was small, Han Ming still listened carefully and heard the sadness in his tone. Han Ming turned around and looked at Qingfeng Village, with a cold look in his eyes, but then he sighed quietly in his heart.

Han Ming suddenly twitched the whip in his hand, and the horse rushed forward like a frightened person. Soon after, he threw Qingfeng Village behind him.

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There is a small town that is more than 200 miles away from Qingfeng Village. Although the town is very close to Qingfeng Village, the horse thieves in Qingfeng Village have never robbed this town. It’s not that Qingfeng Village doesn’t look down on this town, but that the town is dozens of miles east of the town, and the horse thieves in Qingfeng Village dare not be too presumptuous here.

On this day, two dirty boys came to the town. The older boy was holding a horse, while the smaller boy was holding a foot-long tiger in his arms.

Han Ming led the horse and walked straight towards the center of the town. After searching for a while, he stopped in front of a somewhat grand restaurant.

"I'm so hungry, go in and eat something first!" Han Ming reached out and helped Anan down, tied the horse aside, then took Anan's hand and walked towards the restaurant gate.

The waiter in front of the restaurant saw the torn clothes on Han Ming and Anan, and couldn't help but want to reach out to stop them. However, after seeing Anan holding a little tiger in his arms, he immediately smiled and greeted Han Ming and Anan in.

Han Ming pulled Anan to the second floor without thinking, then picked up a table beside the window and sat down.

"What kind of dishes do you want, two guys?" the waiter nodded and said, "

"Pree the best dishes, eat them first." Han Ming said casually, but then looked at the dirty hands and added: "Get some water first, we need to wash our hands."

"Another pound of raw meat is chopped, and the little insect is too hungry." Anan said with a look up, then he continued to lower his head and tease the wilted little tiger in his arms.

"You two guys wait for a while, the good food will come soon." The waiter ran downstairs and shouted to the kitchen: "The Cai family's eighteen dishes are one table, plus a pound of raw meat and two basins of clean water."

The waiter's voice was so loud that Han Ming, who had an amazing hearing, even Anan, who lowered his head to tease the little tiger, could hear it clearly. However, he didn't care, but he was still teasing the half-dead little tiger.

After looking at Anan who was only concerned about teasing the little tiger and ignoring others, Han Ming couldn't help but look a little vicious when he looked at the little tiger. Since he took out the little tiger from a tiger's nest, Anan has never let go.

"My master, your raw meat and water." The waiter brought a large plate and placed it next to the table.

"Little Clock, the meat is coming, eat it quickly." Anan put the little tiger on the table and handed the minced meat to the little tiger.

The little tiger immediately buried its head in eating, obviously he was already starved.

After digging a mine for a long time, it was a bit troublesome to clean it with both hands. When Han Ming and Anan washed their hands thoroughly, the waiters had already put the dishes on the table.

Han Ming and Anan hadn't had a decent meal for a long time, especially Anan. He stayed in the dark mine for more than a year and could not fill his stomach for a long time. He had to save several times a steamed bun. Therefore, he had almost no resistance in front of this table of dishes.

A gust of wind swept over the clouds, and the two of them ate all the dishes on the table. Han Ming was so supportful that he could only lean on the chair. Anan could only look at the roof with his big eyes open, and the little tiger seemed to be supported, lying on the table without moving. If he weren't breathing, he would be like he was dead.

After half an hour, the two beasts who were being held back were relieved and were able to move normally.

At this time, Anan's big eyes no longer stared at the roof, but began to stare at Han Ming.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me! Go and play with your little insect." Han Ming moved his body, turned his head over, and at the same time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"We don't have money, what should we do?" Anan pouted and looked very cute.

"Don't worry, at worst, you can eat a tycoon meal and run away after eating." Han Ming turned his head and grinned, but he patted his stomach that was swollen and smiled bitterly: "But now I'm so full that I can't run fast!"

Anan pouted his mouth and hummed, "It's okay to run away when eating the king's meal. If you are caught, it would be strange if you don't hit our legs. Let's sell the horse. I think our horse is quite strong and may be sold at a good price."

"No, how can we rush on the road after the horse is sold? Look, this little tiger cub is quite valuable. We can pay it to the restaurant, maybe we can get some money for future travel expenses." Han Ming glanced at the little tiger lying on the table and said with a giggle.

When Anan heard Han Ming want to pay the money with the little tiger cub, he was immediately unhappy. He immediately hugged the tiger cub in his arms, then stared at Han Ming fiercely and said, "No, Xiao Chuang'er can't be sold. If Xiao Chuang'er is sold, it will definitely be eaten. We sell horses, and at worst we can walk with our legs."

Han Ming waved his hand and shouted, "Waiter checked out." At the same time, his eyes stared at the little tiger cub in Anan's arms with malicious intentions.

"Don't sell the little insects." Anan hugged the little tiger and retreated to the back, looking at Han Ming with all his begging eyes.

"My second brother, calculate how much the meal is." Han Ming asked with a smile, and glanced at the little tiger again, scaring Anan backed back again.

"The signature dish of the shop is Cai's eighteen dishes, a total of ten taels of silver." The waiter also glanced at the little tiger. It seemed that the waiter also felt that the two teenagers could not afford the meal, so he wanted to use the little tiger to pay the bill. The living little tiger had more than ten taels of silver.

Han Ming threw out a ingot of silver and went to the waiter's arms, and said calmly: "Fifty taels, the remaining two rooms are ready. We will come back to stay in the evening, and prepare some hot water. I will take a shower." After he finished speaking, Han Ming pulled Anan and walked outside.

When Anan saw Han Ming pulling out a large ingot of silver from his waist, he became happy, but after reacting, he immediately kicked Han Ming's calf hard and said angrily: "Yaa, you obviously have money! You scare me."

"Let's go, first find two clean sets of clothes. Now we look like two little beggars, which is really awkward." Han Ming smiled slightly and led Anan downstairs.

After a while, Han Ming and Anan arrived at a silk shop. Anan seemed to have thought of something. After snatching some silver from Han Ming's waist, he threw Han Ming aside. He entered the silk shop with a blushing face.

Han Ming stood there for a while, but he didn't think of any reason. He subconsciously dispersed his spiritual consciousness and enveloped half of the silk shop, and half of the spiritual consciousness always surround Anan.

"Ah, so that's it." After Han Ming saw the direction Anan was heading, a sudden look appeared on his face, and then he took back his spiritual sense.

"Chun'er, go and protect Anan's safety." Han Ming withdrew his spiritual sense, but sent Chun'er, the ghost pet, to protect Anan.
Chapter completed!