C7

Liu Zhiqiang finished swimming and tried to figure out how to put on his clothes. Unknowingly, two hours had passed, and he returned to where his memories were, each of the special forces had a map in their minds, and they felt that this route was very familiar. At this time, he had a certain awareness, this was like the memory of the boy called Gou-Wa.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at the surrounding landscape, nearby, there were houses built with yellow mud, some with more than half of them covered with wood, some with yellow mud, some with thatched roofs, some with tiles, and only one layer of them only.

When he was about a hundred meters away from the stone house, he could faintly hear curses coming from afar.

"You slut, not only did you give birth to a bastard, you also don't know how to teach that bastard a lesson!" A male voice

Another female voice said, "Quickly tell me, where is this bastard now? Hand him over."

Another man's voice said, "A woman like you should have long been bathing you in a pig cage."

He had a bad feeling when he saw an old man and her cheap mother, both dressed in costumes, kneeling in front of the villagers.

When Liu Zhiqiang heard these sounds from afar, he immediately ran towards the horses. Fortunately, he had powerful legs. Although he was small, his running speed was not any slower than a horse.

When he got closer, he found that there was an old man with black and white hair kneeling on the ground, with two big wooden sticks placed between his back. Two old servants dressed in ancient clothing were holding these two wooden sticks, and his cheap old lady was also kneeling on the ground, her hair was tugging at a middle-aged man with a goatee. She kept scolding, "Look at you, this slut deserved it, giving birth to a silly son.

Liu Zhiqiang's cheap old lady said, "It's all my fault. Please don't hit my dad, I didn't teach the good kids."

The middle-aged man continued, "It's too late. Your foolish son hit the grandson's daughter-in-law who was appointed by the outer sect of Zhang Yuan. My master wants me to cut off his hands."

Liu Zhiqiang's cheap old mother said, "Let the child go. Cut off my hand. The father of the child is also someone with great background. Don't hurt the child, or he won't let you go."

The middle-aged man who looked like a rich scholar angrily said, "Bitch, you dare threaten me! I want to see what kind of person his father is!" He raised his right palm and hit Liu Zhiqiang's cheap old lady in the face.

"Pa, pa, pa, pa." The middle-aged Fujiao's hand was still on the ground. He immediately let go of the woman's hair and two palm prints appeared on the left and right side of his face. However, the palm prints were very small, as if they were made by a child.

The middle-aged man continued to howl, "My hand!" It was as if he had never suffered such a broken bone in his life as he did when he was a prince. On the contrary, he did not feel much pain from the palm print on his face.

Liu Zhiqiang was also stunned. He was too agitated after running over, so he couldn't control his own strength.

It turned out that after Liu Zhiqiang had arrived, he had pulled the left wrist of the old lady's hair, letting his hand let go of her hair. At the same time, he had jumped up, and his little right hand had only hit her with a palm knife.

It was just that his movements were too fast, and the sounds were continuous.

There were more than ten villagers surrounding him, and some of them even had children with them. These children had fought with him before, but there was no girl among them, and the six-year-old boy who was pulling the strings looked at the old man who was kneeling beside his cheap old lady. He seemed very familiar, and suddenly, a dialect came to his mind, which turned out to be his grandpa.

Liu Zhiqiang thought to himself, 'It's just a child fighting, is there a need to do this!?'

His cheap old lady, ignoring the hair she had pulled painfully, cried out, "Oh, baby, let's go!"

At this time, more than ten villagers and servants came to their senses. None of them knew why the middle-aged man was holding their left hands and crying on the ground.

All they knew was that someone who could be held responsible for this matter had arrived. One of the servants went to help the rich intern, while the other hit Liu Zhiqiang's head with a wooden stick that was about 1.5 meters long.

"Both the old lady and the kneeling old man cried out loudly," Child, run! " "No way!"

However, Liu Zhiqiang didn't run, he just stood there with his right hand raised up, and with one hand on the stick, he moved his small body two steps back to avoid the falling servant. At the same time, he lifted his small foot and kicked the servant's waist with his chopping leg.

In the chaotic wind, the dozens of villagers, the cheap old lady, and the kneeling old man were all petrified.

Liu Zhiqiang turned around and rushed towards all the villagers and the servants of the Fufu Trial middle-aged man. He only heard the sounds of punches and kicks, which were like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. A painful groan came over.

Some villagers who were beaten to the point where they couldn't stand the beating ran away without even being able to carry their children. Liu Zhiqiang didn't attack these kids, but they started to cry when they saw their adults get beaten up.

At this time, the evil servant also stood up. He looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment and rubbed his eyes. He thought to himself, 'What the hell is going on?'

The servant thought, "What's wrong? A usually foolish child chased after a group of villagers and started beating them. He was still only five years old, and some of the villagers even attempted to retaliate, but to no avail." The worst situation was that the servant in the group of villagers had been knocked down. He always wanted to get up, but was chased by Liu Zhiqiang, so he pressed the button again and again.

When Liu Zhiqiang had beaten down all that was left of the crying children, he said to the children with a smile, "Aren't you guys going to leave?"

Liu Zhiqiang was surprised to hear this. He subconsciously spoke in the same dialect as these people.

The children stopped crying at this time and followed their parents back home.

At this time, all that was left were the old woman, the kneeling old man, the squashed servant, the middle-aged Fu Jie who reacted in pain, and the servant standing aside, all staring blankly at the child in front of them.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at all the villagers and kids leaving before turning around and walking past the squashed servant with a stomp. This time, he used a lot of strength to stomp the servant who wanted to stand up heavily back down to the ground. Unintentionally, he stepped on the servant's hand that he wanted to resist. He walked over to help the old man and the woman up. At this time, the two of them had yet to recover from their shock and could only blankly let him help them up.

After Liu Zhiqiang helped the two of them up, he walked to the side of the middle-aged Fujiwara, who watched as his small body slowly walked over. Panic filled his heart as he let his slightly plump body stand up so that he could retreat. He shouted, "Little fool, what do you want to do? Don't come over here. Bitch, tell your son not to come over here."

He used his small hand to press onto the square cloth on the head of the middle-aged man and then kneeled down on his body that was about to get up. The small hand was like a heavy weight that made him unable to get up, and he tried to push away Liu Zhiqiang's small body with his right hand, only to discover that "Immovable Mountains" could exactly describe the current Liu Zhiqiang.

Liu Zhiqiang then swept away the calming towel on his head, grabbed the hair on his head and dragged him away.

At this time, the old lady finally reacted, "Wa, let him go, mother is fine." The old man and the cheap old lady were pleasantly surprised by Liu Zhiqiang's performance in terms of martial arts. However, they were still very afraid of the power behind that rich middle-aged man.

Liu Zhiqiang said in his childish voice, "Mom, it's alright. I just want to ask him something." However, he actually didn't stutter. As he spoke, he lifted the middle-aged man's hair, as if he was carrying a head, and not a person.

The rich middle-aged man cried out, but he was very well-behaved and knew that he could not resist.

The servant who was still standing watched as Liu Zhiqiang dragged the Futurian to an empty place, feeling extremely anxious. He suddenly remembered that he had a knife on his waist, which the lord had given to them to chop off Liu Zhiqiang's hands.

He decisively pulled out his knife and hacked it towards Liu Zhiqiang, who was dragging him down. He didn't care whether someone was going to die or not. In any case, the old master was here. At that time, he could just say that it was done by the bandits.

In his mind, this fool was only a bit nimble and had a bit of strength. Moreover, his back was still facing Shi Yan.

"Wah, be careful." Liu Zhiqiang did not need his mother's and grandfather's reminder to know that there were people charging towards him. He turned around and jumped up, and his right leg cleaved towards the sky.

A small toe, no shoes kicked the knife (knife handle), after landing left foot once again hacking kick, hit home the abdomen. At the same time, he used his right hand to catch the falling saber hilt while holding the head of the middle-aged Fu Yu in front of the servant.

At this time, the servant who was kicked spat out countless yellow-white liquid. The face of the middle-aged rich guy accepted these things rudely, leaving only a few spots on the left side of Liu Zhiqiang's body.

Liu Zhiqiang ignored the servant. This time, he attacked very heavily. He probably won't be able to get back his temper before a long time had passed.

Liu Zhiqiang continued to drag the Fujiwaran into the empty space. The Fujiwara man kneeled down in the middle, and Liu Zhiqiang let go of his hair and chose a high stone to sit on. Behind the seat, it was only the Fujiwara man's chest height.

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Zhiqiang, who looked even younger after he sat down, and his face turned even more tragic. Was he still a f * cking little kid? It really was a bad year, encountering ghosts.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at the tragic middle-aged rich scholar and thought about how he should explain himself. He had seen this rich middle-aged rich judge's gorgeous clothes, and he thought he must have seen the most respectable and knowledgeable one in his dreams. He wanted to know more about Dreamscape.

He then asked, "What is this place?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a second. He obviously didn't think that he would ask this question. He could only reply, "This is Village C, Zhang Jia Village?"

Liu Zhiqiang angrily said, "To be more specific, what's the name of the bigger place? What dynasty?!" He tried to change his young voice during the interview, but it didn't work out much.