The wall of this house is not high, so Qiao Qingyu can jump in, but her eyes turned and she still started to smash the lock head with the wooden stick in her hand.

Opening doors are safer than locking them.

Moreover, it would be better to create noise and stillness than to say nothing.

The wooden stick in her hand was not ordinary, it was an elm tree. The elm tree had a hard texture and delicate texture, which was only a little worse than the iron rod.

Or there are elm bumps.

At this time, Xiaohu and He Xuerong were frightened in the low and dilapidated mud house.

Xiaohu's hands were tied up by a rope, and He Xuerong stared at her eyes without blinking, as if He Xuerong's soul had already left the body at this time.

She sat quietly on the dirty kang, her eyes were not focal, but it did not affect her delicate facial features at all.

The middle-aged man smashed his mouth and stared at He Xuerong tightly. It was the first time he saw such a beautiful girl.

A trace of evil light passed by in my eyes.

He cracked his mouth and walked towards He Xuerong.

Xiaohu rushed over like a small cannonball, and suddenly knocked the middle-aged man back several steps, with his hands tied, but he blocked He Xuerong's face was covered in tears, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "Get out, you... this big villain, let us go quickly, otherwise I, Uncle He, will bring everyone to arrest you and let you go to jail..."

The five-year-old Xiaohu finally knew what regret means. He shouldn't have picked up the key, opened Uncle He's office curiously, and he shouldn't have led Rongrong to explore on the Coal Mountain.

He was wrong, Uncle He, Mom, come and save us.

Xiaohu was crying in his mouth, but his small body blocked He Xuerong's face and motionless.

This man is a bad guy.

It’s a pity that he is too young, it would be great if he suddenly grew up at this time.

The middle-aged man was not prepared, but the child was weak, so he took a few steps and stopped.

He looked at the two little kids and looked outside the door. The wind was blowing too much, as if the straw grass on the roof was about to be overturned. He had already had enough of this broken place and this ghost weather.

He walked quickly towards Xiaohu, grabbed Xiaohu's clothes with one hand, slapped Xiaohu several times, and then threw Xiaohu hard towards the opposite wall.

Xiaohu fainted as the eyes darkened.

He Xuerong seemed to finally realize that the world she was in had become unsafe.

His little body was tense, and then he jumped off the edge of the kang and retreated toward the corner of the wall.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Don't hide from the little baby. You are so cute. Let uncle take good care of you. You must be obedient, otherwise I will break your hands and feet."

Then he glared and threatened He Xuerong, "By then you will crawl on the ground like a bug..."

He Xuerong, who had no expression on her face, had her physical instincts made her sense of danger. She finally widened her eyes in horror and looked at the man getting closer and closer to her in a daze.

At this time, Qiao Qingyu couldn't care whether this was a thief's nest.

He carried the stick and walked into the yard and swept around. This was a simple farmhouse with a structure similar to what she lives in now. She headed straight to the gate of the mud house.

After thinking about it, she kicked open the door.

Standing at the door, she was a little surprised, why is the room so quiet?

Isn't there anyone?

What Qiao Qingyu didn't know was that this family had no glass and the window paper was covered with window paper. The weather was still gloomy at this time, and the wind was still strong. The sound of the strong wind howling could cover up everything. Moreover, the middle-aged man in the room was all focused on He Xuerong.

Of course, I didn't hear Qiao Qingyu kicking the door.

There was a pungent smell in the house, low and dilapidated. As soon as you enter the house, there was a kitchen, and there was a house to the east, and nothing else was left.

Qiao Qingyu held a stick in her left hand and placed her thumb on the edge of her index finger.

If something happens, she will hide in the laboratory space.

She walked towards the east room.

The door was open, and I could see the little tiger lying straight on the ground with his hands tied. A little girl was squatting in the corner, staring in horror, her face full of tears, and her little body was trembling. The middle-aged man who was driving the car in front of her had reached out to grab He Xuerong.

Although the light was dim, from Qiao Qingyu's angle, of course, he recognized the two children at the first time.

Qiao Qingyu was full of anger and rushed into the house as if she was rushing. The middle-aged man realized that someone had entered the house. Just as he was about to turn around, he was hit by a wooden stick on the back. The severe pain came and he knelt on the ground.

But he reacted so quickly, he rolled on the spot and endured the pain and stood up quickly.

A beautiful girl stared at him fiercely with her angry eyes, holding a big stick in her hand. It turned out that the girl who had passed by them and rode a bicycle suddenly disappeared after them.

The middle-aged man moved his back and grinned in pain. At this time, He Xuerong suddenly stood up.

He stepped aside his calf and ran towards Qiao Qingyu like the wind.

Qiao Qingyu grabbed her, and He Xuerong stood behind her and pulled her pants tightly.

"Damn girl, if you don't go in heaven, if you have a way, if you have no way to break in hell, isn't this called falling into the trap?"

Although the man was dressed in a shabby dress and had a dark face, Qiao Qingyu was sure that this man was not a simple farmer as soon as he opened his mouth.

His accent is very strange and his words are intriguing.

But these are no longer important. Qiao Qingyu grabbed He Xuerong, pulled her hand away as soon as she tried hard, and then placed He Xuerong in the corner.

He told softly, "Don't be afraid, let's see how Aunt Qiao beats the bad guy."

The middle-aged man laughed, "Damn girl, don't overestimate yourself. Be good at it and you can suffer less..."

"Dog thing, have you heard a saying that a villain died because of too much talk."

As he said that, Qiao Qingyu waved her cob and rushed towards the man. The place she hit just now was not a fool, but was hitting the piece of his lumbar vertebrae.

And it uses all the power.

Even if it is not paralyzed, it cannot use strength when acting.

The middle-aged man knew that the place of his tail vertebra seemed to be injured. He stared at Qiao Qingyu viciously, endured the severe pain in his waist, and did not avoid it, but instead reached out to grab the stick.

Then he caught the stick.

Qiao Qingyu sneered. Although she was not a strong man, her physical strength was not small.

Especially she was still in anger.

She grabbed the stick and pulled it hard in the direction of her. The man naturally pulled it back with force. He felt a crackle in the tailbone. His knees softened, and he fell to the ground with a thump, and couldn't help but scream.

The hand that grabbed the stick couldn't help but let go, and Qiao Qingyu waved the stick without hesitation and hit her in the face.

Take his life while he is sick.
Chapter completed!