The two clansmen came forward to the late and early stage of the land.

The crazy woman in Lu wanchu's arms struggled, shouted no, and ran into the woods, as if she was afraid of these people.

"Thank you for taking care of my wife."

The patriarch smiled at Lu wanchu. There were many strange things in his smile.

"Patriarch, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Even Qianqian felt that he had said something wrong and apologized to the patriarch.

The patriarch smiled and didn't mean to blame at all. "It's really all right, Miss Qianqian. She didn't scare you."

"No, No."

Lian Qianqian quickly waved his hand, and his face turned red, embarrassed and embarrassed.

"My wife is always talking nonsense when she is crazy. You shouldn't believe what she says?"

The patriarch's smiling eyes flashed brilliantly, clearly godless but fierce and murderous.

"How could it be? Changsheng village is so good. How could there be killing... That kind of thing."

Zou Xiuli said immediately. The patriarch smiled, nodded, and took people away. When she turned around and left, she took a look at the direction of Lu wanchu and Lu wanchu.

From beginning to end, the two people didn't say a word. They stood quietly aside, as if thinking about something. It seems that he should be more vigilant against the two people.

"Let's go."

Lu wanchu was about to grab Fu Yiyi's hand and turned to leave. His eyes fell on his bloody hand.

Just about to wipe, Fu Yi grabbed her hand without any dislike, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it off for her.

Lu wanchu raised a gentle smile and quietly looked at Fu Yi.

"Let's go."

After wiping it clean, Fu Yiyi held Lu wanchu's hand and they walked not far away.

There are still many places in Changsheng village that they have not seen. They must see them again.

Lian Qianqian stared at the two people leaving with jealous eyes and clenched his teeth.

She saw the man gently wipe the blood on the woman's hand. Even without looking, she could feel his tenderness to her.

Why don't so attractive men like her?

"Qianqian, your face is dirty. Let me wipe it for you."

Song Zhanpeng began to show that he was a personal genius. Naturally, he could see the longing in Lian Qianqian's eyes.

Take out a paper towel and prepare to wipe Lian Qianqian's face. Lian Qianqian waved away his hand and said impolitely, "no, stay away from me."

With that, Lian Qianqian ran to the place where he lived.

Song Zhanpeng sank his face and squeezed the paper towel in his hand.

Zou Xiuli stood beside song Zhanpeng, "Zhanpeng, Qianqian is like this. We just have to bear it."

"What else can you bear? The big miss has a temper all the way. I really think everyone likes her?"

Yang Shao couldn't bear it anymore. He used to like Lian Qianqian and wanted to pursue her. Later, he couldn't stand her anymore after seeing her smelly temper.

"Well, well, don't say a few words. Let's coax her first to avoid losing her temper again. We'll talk about what we have to go back."

Guo Yang glanced around and felt that the quiet Changsheng village was deep and terrible. Especially after the crazy woman said he killed someone just now, he always felt as if something was staring at them.

Zou Xiuli nodded and left in the direction she came.

After they left, a villager of Changsheng village came out of the woods, with dull eyes and a strange smile.

Lu wanchu and Fu Yiyi didn't find anything along the way until they came to the end of Changsheng village, where there was a wooden house that was not particularly large but not small.

The wooden house looks newer than other houses. In front of the wooden house, there are two Changsheng village people guarding it. They came to see them.