There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 767 Looking for Relatives (1)
Yang Churuo randomly messed up her hair and made it into a woman's hair ornament. She even smeared her face with ash. Putting on this tattered sackcloth, she looked like a refugee from afar.

Of course, compared to the people here, the refugee Yang Churuo is obviously much better. At least with them, her figure is relatively plump.

Feng Ling also took a coarse linen garment, put it on casually, blackened his face with ash, buried the clothes in the yellow sand, took Yang Churuo's hand, avoided the searching soldiers, and walked in another direction .

Yang Churuo broke away from Feng Ling's hand, but Feng Ling held it even tighter.

"Let go." Yang Churuo said angrily.

Feng Ling ignored it, obviously he had suffered such a serious injury, and he didn't know where he got the strength, no matter how Yang Churuo struggled, he still held it like a copper wall and an iron wall.

Yang Churuo still wanted to push away, but unexpectedly, a group of searching soldiers appeared in front of him. Yang Churuo could only give up and turned sideways to avoid the group of soldiers. Looking around, there was a group of soldiers almost every three or five steps. Where did so many soldiers come from?

Many soldiers asked one by one, and even many soldiers came towards them.

Yang Churuo and Feng Ling looked at them, and now they are neither advancing nor retreating. Once they are discovered, all the soldiers in this impoverished kingdom will flock to them.

"Go here." Feng Ling's cold eyes flashed, and he pulled Yang Churuo directly into a low earthen room next door.

As soon as he arrived in the earthen house, he saw a young man dressing an old woman who was seriously ill.

The young man was dark-skinned and thin, with only a pair of big doubtful eyes looking at them curiously.

The old man covered his mouth and coughed from time to time, with sunken eyes and no eyeballs. Facing the sudden silence, he seemed a little puzzled. He must be blind.

"Who are you?" the young man asked, looking at them vigilantly, while protecting the old man, looking like he was afraid that they would bully the old man.

"Not here."

"Neither here."

"Go look over there."

Before Yang Churuo and others could speak, the noise of soldiers came from outside.

The young man suddenly understood something, and said, "You came here as a refugee?"

"Ah Shui, what happened? Who's here?" The old man coughed heavily and asked a little tiredly.

"Grandma, it's okay, it's just that a man and a woman have come to our house." The young man responded, and quickly looked at Yang Churuo and Feng Ling curiously, rubbing the back of his head, "But judging by your figures, you should be nobles. That's right, how could it be a refugee? No refugee is so fat."

Hearing the young man say he was fat, the corners of Yang Churuo and Feng Ling's mouths twitched.

fat?They are fat?How could they be fat?Are they skinny?Thinking that the people here are all skinny, the two of them were relieved again.

The footsteps of the soldiers outside were getting closer, Yang Churuo bit the bullet and nodded, following the boy's words, "We came here from the south,"

Feng Ling continued, "We eloped here, and met many pursuers along the way."

The young man and the old man knew each other well, and thought they were an elopement couple.

"It's so pitiful, those soldiers outside are chasing you, come, come, there is a cabinet here, you hide in it first, and wait for my old lady to drive them away." The blind old man couldn't see Yang Churuo and others, He could only wave in a friendly manner, signaling them to hide behind the only dilapidated small cabinet at home.

(End of this chapter)