I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 47
Wu Feng was secretly complacent, and wished he could find a mirror to take a picture now, to see how a hero like himself is, but he didn't know it, as he looks like now, half of his calf is exposed in his trousers , his body was covered with bruises, and he looked like a beggar who looked a little cleaner, which seemed a bit nondescript.

After a bit of deliberation, Wu Feng finally mustered up his courage, walked out from that hidden place with a stoop, and after a while, he arrived at a courtyard closest to him. He leaned against the wall and listened carefully. After a while, after finding that there were indeed bandits in the yard, he jumped up to the courtyard wall.

After climbing onto the wall, Wu Feng quickly crouched down. Fortunately, there was a tall willow tree with lush branches and leaves in this yard, which covered his body, otherwise he might be spotted by people in the yard.

Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, Wu Feng looked into the yard, and he could see the general idea.

There are six people in the yard now, three of them are holding machetes and torches in their hands, they all have a fierce look, they must be bandits from Heifengzhai.Among the other three people were a middle-aged couple and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Two of the bandits pinned the middle-aged man to the ground, punched and kicked him, and the middle-aged man couldn't help rolling on the ground in pain, screaming again and again, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Another bandit held a machete across his chest, blocking the mother and son. The middle-aged woman kept crying and begging, "Stop beating...don't beating... ...I beg you all to stop fighting..."

And the little boy who was [-] or [-] was frightened dumb, standing there, he was so frightened that he couldn't cry anymore, he just stared at what happened in front of him with a pair of terrified eyes.

Those bandits ignored the middle-aged woman's cries at all, and kicked the middle-aged man rolling on the ground like kicking a football.

After smoking a bag of cigarettes, the two bandits were sweating from their heads, and finally stopped. One bandit lowered his body and grabbed the middle-aged man by the back of his neck. The son put a machete on his neck and said fiercely: "Damn it! Take out all the valuable things in your house for me. After searching for a long time, I only have a few broken copper coins. Not even a single piece of silver!"

The middle-aged man's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, with blood foaming from his mouth, he said in a trembling voice, "Good... good man... forgive me! My family is poor... I really don't have any money..."

"Put your mother's shit on!" The bandit slapped the middle-aged man hard on the face, and then kicked him in the chest. The middle-aged man who kicked him spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground. Constantly twitching.

The savage-faced bandit walked up to the middle-aged man again, raised the machete in his hand, and cursed angrily: "Fuck! I'll give you one last chance for your grandpa, hurry up and give me the money!" I'll take it out, or I'll let your head fall to the ground!"

Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, Wu Feng felt that the blood in his body was boiling, his breathing became heavy, his teeth were clenched, and he wished he could jump into the yard immediately and kill these bandits. killed……

(End of this chapter)