Li Sanhe did not delay at all, put down his granddaughter, glanced at the familiar terrain at the moment, and pointed to a huge taiping tank in the corner of the courtyard and gave urgent instructions to his granddaughter.

"Duoduo quickly hide behind the jar, waiting for grandpa to come to find you. Be obedient and don't run around. If someone deals with you, just use a knife to chop it!" As he spoke, Li Sanhe first stuffed the small jar in his arms to his granddaughter, and then decisively pulled out the guy who was having food from behind his waist, and stuffed a big, shiny kitchen knife into his granddaughter's hand.

Leaving the kitchen knife, Li Sanhe couldn't wait for his granddaughter to reply, and he didn't even bother to see Duo who nodded repeatedly. The old man gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed into the crazy crowd in front of him.

Holding the jar with one hand and holding the kitchen knife with the other, the cat looked ahead nervously and carefully through the gap between the jar and the wall, staring at the two most familiar figures in the crowd, never leaving for a moment.

Then, just as Li Sanhe approached Sannier quickly and strongly, he pulled up and pushed to the ground and was almost injured by someone. Seeing victory in sight and was about to turn back, two people holding weapons were fucked by the side.

One held a sickle and the other held an iron pickaxe. The two fought in a bag of millet weighing about thirty or forty kilograms, completely ignoring their lives and the safety of the people around them, fighting for one's own life and death, fighting to the death.

It was also true that Li Sanhe was unlucky. When he was pulling Sannier and passing these crazy two people, the other party just had a fierce fight. He used too much force and the iron pick instantly deviated from the route, and was about to smash the head of Sanni beside him.

Out of the instinct to subconsciously protect the child, Li Sanhe pulled Sanni and protected him, and kicked him out at the same time.

Li Sanhe was originally going to kick the iron pickaxe away, but he never expected that Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear next to him.

The sickle man who suddenly came to fight fiercely with a sickle was just kicked in the abdomen by the iron pick man, and was so angry that when Li Sanhe kicked the iron pick, who had lost his correct head, was about to leave the battlefield, he was in a bad mood and could not dodge. The sickle man was behind and the thigh was cut by a sickle.

In an instant, the sharp blade cut through Li Sanhe's pants and slashed deeply on the flesh and blood. Blood flew straight away. Sannier behind her was so scared that she was instantly lost and stayed on the spot. She could only cry except crying.

Poor Li Sanhe has something to hold on his body, and because he is not young, he is obviously not young, and has obvious physical weakness. In the end, he was hit by this heavy blow in his thigh. Li Sanhe couldn't stand even if he was shaking and was about to fall down.

The man with sickle and iron pickaxe were beside him who had just been beaten. Not only did he feel guilty when he saw Li Sanhe being injured, but he looked at the big bags on his body, his eyes were full of light. He saw that he was already crazy, and his eyes were red, and his mind was red.

"Mine, mine!" The sickle man held the sickle in his hand, looked at the food bag on Li Sanhe with a burning look, and was crazy in his mouth, and he reached out to grab it.

The iron pickaxe man next to him was not willing to be outdone. He grabbed the iron pickaxe that had just been kicked by Li Sanhe, immediately raised it up, blocking the crazy sickle man, shouted loudly, and pushed the sickle man away from Li Sanhe with force, but he stretched out his crazy hands, his eyes full of the inevitable light, and he shouted in a daze like the sickle man, "These are all my own, all my own!" The target actually pointed directly at the burden on Li Sanhe.

Poor Li Sanhe was injured and blood was rising. He had to protect Sannier, who had lost his soul behind him, and he lamely retreated, dealing with it in a very embarrassing manner.

He even had a feeling that he felt that this time he would not be able to get out of this purgatory Majiazhuang on earth...

The hungry people who were fighting and robbing were around him, and their eyes were red, and their sinful hands were stretched out at them;

Just when Li Sanhe closed his eyes desperately, praying that his granddaughter would be smarter and quickly escape when he saw that he was wrong;

Suddenly, there were crisp sounds of anger mixed with tender roars in my ears.

"Ah! Get out of here, get out of here! Don't touch my grandfather, don't, don't! I'll kill you, kill you..."

Those who bully her grandfather were all bastards and bad guys, especially the sickle man who injured his grandfather, and the bad guy holding an iron pickaxe to steal his grandfather’s things, were all unforgivable.

It turned out that just now, when Li Sanhe was so unlucky that he was chopped with a sickle, Duo Yu was anxious after lying in the Taiping Cowl, so how could he care about the earnest advice before Li Sanhe left?

In Xiao Duoyu's eyes, nothing is more important than grandpa, right?

She has lost her life and no longer has any excess that her relatives can lose. She treats her own relatives with her own life to protect her, just as she can save her life to collect her wishes that she doesn't understand at all, but just to save her mother.

The little girl held the small jar that her grandfather gave to her in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other hand. She was like a little lunatic, and rushed into the crowd just to save her grandfather from the trap.

Relying on the shortness of people and the strength of their strength, they are flexible, and they have extra hands and swords. They have a sword in their hands. I have the arrogant attitude in the world.

Wherever you pass, no matter what good or bad people are, no matter how strong or weak the other person is, the little girl waved the kitchen knife in her hand and felt bloody. No matter how many things are, I chop, I chop, I chop and chop...

With one knife in hand, I have it all in the world!

Duoyu held up a kitchen knife and blew over like the wind, rushed to his grandfather, and like a little wolf cub, protecting the injured and desperate Li Sanhe, a piece of her had already fallen in front of her.

There is no way, the little guy is too fierce, the operation is too sexy, and the positioning is too erratic...

As I fought all the way, I found that something was wrong, but I thought that I bent down and grabbed the little boy who was flying up by chopping people randomly. Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the little boy's body was too short and too flexible.

Whenever I felt like I was going to catch someone, I could only watch her slip through her hands, from the front, under her nose, and what was rewarded with them was either just slashing their tiger's mouth or cutting off their fingers with one knife.

This is pretty good. There are also those idiots who are just trying to grab food and are not prepared for it. The roots of the eggs are chopped, the kneecaps are chopped, and the butts are chopped, and blood is coming out. Haha, I don’t know how many...

The little boy has no combat power, he is so sexy!
Chapter completed!