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"Can you walk on your own?" Lin Feng asked in a low voice.

The hairy boy raised his head and stared at him for a while, then nodded with emphasis: "this little injury is nothing."

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing, but his mouth was light. He didn't know who was crying so loud just now.

He stood up and patted the dust on his clothes. "OK, let's go somewhere else."

Finish saying this, Lin Feng turns around to want to go, who expect his clothes to be pulled by the hairy boy one corner.

Lin Feng is a Leng first, immediately frown: "what matter?"

"Follow me to my house." There was a strange light in the eyes of the hairy boy, and a smile hung on his dirty face.

"What? Do you want me to eat at your house? " Lin Feng can't help but feel funny, this hairy boy is dressed in rags and rags, and he even asks him to go to his home.

Seeing that Lin Feng thought he was joking, he frowned slightly and stood up with his toes. His small body got close to Lin Feng's ear and said softly, "I can see that you are poisoned. My grandfather will detoxify, and it is very powerful."

"Well?" Lin Feng is shocked. How does this boy know that he is poisoned?!

He was flustered for a moment, and then calmed down and thought about it carefully.

If the boy can't cure, he can't see that he is poisoned. If he is used as a bait to lure Lin Feng, who is behind the scenes.

Lin Feng narrows his eyes dangerously, trying to see something from the eyes of the hairy boy, but his eyes are very clear, not half dust.

As the saying goes, if you don't go into the tiger's den, you'll get the tiger?

After thinking about the small piece, he gave a faint smile: "good."

The conversation between the two was very quiet, and even if the people around them cocked up their ears, they couldn't hear clearly.

Lin Feng pulled up the dirty palm of the hairy boy and tried to take him with him, but he didn't take two steps. The boy staggered and almost fell again.

He was quick in the eye and quick in the hand, and seized his clothes, which caught him. Just this move, and pulled his wound, the pain he would curl up together to groan.

Now, Lin Feng knows.

The hairy boy just said that he could walk. All of them were deceiving. He could not walk with him, let alone go home alone.

Lin Feng had no choice but to rub his temple. Now he even began to doubt whether the hairy boy was trying to cheat himself into sending him home, so he made up a story about his grandfather's treatment.

"Late morning." After holding the hairy boy steady, he called out to the late morning not far away: "you come and carry him on your back."

In the evening, he was suddenly called out, and his whole body trembled. When he heard what Lin Feng asked him to do, he immediately turned white eyed: "brother Lin! You want me to carry this kid? You let me carry you on my back... "

"Don't worry, you old masters." Lin Feng pushed the boy towards the evening and handed it to him.

"I'll go!" Late morning scratched his head, see that boy raised his chin provocation, anger does not fight out.

He glared at the hairy boy: "your grandmother's, you even want me to carry you. It's really smoke on the ancestral grave."

"You Lin elder brother said, don't let you grind haw, if you are a man, don't be like a woman." Maotou boy knows that Lin Feng is the mobile phone of the evening morning. He starts to speak impolitely and stares at WanChen with pride.

In the morning, I was so angry that I almost beat him up!

But Lin Feng threatened again and again with his eyes, and he had to obey his orders. He reluctantly carried him to his own back, and took him to the edge of Lin Feng: "I carried it. Where are we going now?"

"Listen to this boy." Lin Feng whispered a sentence, then let the hairy boy guide himself.

Just imagine what it's like to be a little kid riding on your back and pointing your hand and foot on your back like a leader.

My lungs are going to explode in the morning. At least he is the second young master of the evening family. When did he become a little beggar?!

He tried to throw the boy away several times on the road. Unfortunately, there was a Lin Feng on his left and a Xia Jue on his right, which forced him to carry the boy on his back all the time.

Several people scurrying around in the alleys of the black market. There are many alleys extending in all directions. However, the surrounding buildings are almost the same. If not the residents who have lived here for a long time, they will definitely get lost.

After walking for about 20 minutes, the boy suddenly yelled, pointing to a big house not far away and shouting, "my house is there. Just knock on the door."

Lin Feng, Xia Jue and WanChen are all stupid.

Hiss! This large house is a completely retro building, which should be built in accordance with the style of the ancient Tang Dynasty. It is full of the flavor of ancient charm. The wooden house covers an amazing area. There are also two big stone lions standing at the door, which are divided into the main door and two side doors. The steps of the green stone slab are amazing.The deepest part of the alley is such a big house, or is it a valuable building

Subconsciously, the three turned to look at the boy. How could he afford to live in such a good house?

Lin Feng's heart slowly raised a guess, is this boy the child of a servant in this big house, because the family is poor and had to go out to beg for food?

"Come on, what are you doing?" Maotou boy was totally unaware of Lin Feng's fault. Seeing that he was about to get home, he happily patted his back in the late morning.

"Cough, should we go through the back door? How about the side door Xia Jue coughed twice and looked at the hairy boy awkwardly. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead.

His dark face showed a puzzled expression and looked at Xia Jue in a puzzled way: "why should I go back to my own home? Is there any good moral in going through the back door

Home?

Three people brush together and swallow, the child said If this big house is really his family, what is his dress? Is it a hidden rich man?

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth smoked, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "OK, let's knock on the door."

Then he stepped forward, pulled the ring on the door and knocked gently.

"Dada Da" knock on the door, very rhythmic, reverberates in this secluded lane, but it is not interesting.

But the door knocked for a long time, but no one responded.