The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Ah! It hurts so much—!"

In the setting sun, Fang Qiming leaned back against the wall, squatted in front of the temple, and smoked a cigarette.

His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his expression was extremely sluggish. A pair of legs were trembling, and the fingers of the cigarette in the right hand were also trembling.

And the heart-piercing pain on his buttocks made him frown from time to time, and his face twitched.

After pulling for an afternoon, he felt that he was a waste now!

"Ah! It really hurts! No, chrysanthemum hurts!"

Tang Wenbo squatted aside, smoking a cigarette and puffing clouds.

His eye sockets were also deeply sunken, and his face was as pale as paper.

Smoking a cigarette, he was a little dazed and confused, and the whole person almost floated up.

This floating feeling seems to have relieved the pain from the buttocks a bit.

However, with a slight movement, the pain suddenly became severe, and the feeling was like being held by an old black for three days and three nights. The feeling was heartbreaking.

He finally realized again, what is chrysanthemum residue, the ground is injured.

Next to the two of them, a group of people lined up, one by one, puffing up clouds and mist, so sad.

"Damn, that boy, why is luck so good!"

Fang Qiming cursed angrily.

It was a seamless plan, but it turned out to be planted on the dead old man, and he hurt himself miserably.

"That boy, evil!"

One sighed.

"That's right, it's too evil!" Someone echoed.

"Evil shit! I don't believe this evil!" Fang Qiming stood up abruptly and threw the cigarette butt heavily with a look of indignation.

But the next moment, he sighed, clutching the chrysanthemum, his face twitching in pain.

"Damn, it's all because of that stinky boy. If it wasn't for him, how could we be so miserable!" Fang Qiming said bitterly.

"You all cheer me up, but it's just a failure in the first round. We still have backup plans, let's go, this time we must kill that kid."

At the moment, he limped and walked forward.

Tang Bowen and the others looked at each other and followed.

The postures of the group were all very strange, which attracted a lot of surprised eyes.

Plan 2 - Destroy the kid's tent and throw the quilt and everything in sewage.

But in the end, Dame Liu said shyly: "Tang Hao, why don't you... sleep with me! I live in a tent by myself, it's very empty, you can borrow a quilt, that's fine."

They almost vomited blood.

Nima, why are they rectifying him, they are clearly helping him.

Especially Fang Qiming, his face twitched with anger, and the chrysanthemum almost collapsed again.

Plan 3 - Release the snake and scare the kid to death.

But in the end, the boy didn't have any fear when he met the snake. Instead, he showed excitement. That's right, he was excited, and his eyes were glowing.

As soon as he reached out his hand, he grabbed the snake with a thick wrist and muttered, "Yeah! This snake is not bad, it can be made into a pot of snake soup!"

Then, in their shocked eyes, the boy directly carried the snake and ran to the stream, and he didn't know where to take out a knife and slaughtered the snake.

Then, he lit a bonfire, and from the backpack, he took out pots, pans, bowls, chopsticks, spoons, and various seasonings, and he was about to move out of a kitchen.

One by one, their eyes were bulging out.

I rely on! What a joke!

So many things, under a small backpack? This kid is not Jingle Cat, how can he have such a magical skill?

Soon, there was an incredible aroma escaping, and when they smelled it, they all swallowed, and they couldn't be greedy.

However, they could only look and watch the group of people drinking happily over there, and they could only squat there silently, enduring the torment of hunger.

On the chrysanthemum, the severe pain from time to time made them ********.

"I'm mad at me! I'm mad at me!"

Fang Qiming finally couldn't bear it anymore, his anger had reached the extreme.

"Stinky boy, don't blame me! You forced me! I'm going to use the ultimate method, hum! Originally I didn't want to use it, because it was too vicious, but now, I have to use it!"

He groaned.

Tang Bowen and the others on the side all changed their expressions.

They have also heard of the method the president said, and it is said to be a very vicious thing.

"Humph! Boy, just wait!"

Fang Qiming took the backpack beside him and took out a wooden box. In the box, there was a small wooden figure with a nail on top of the wooden figure's head.

On the wooden figurine, there is something like a ghost painting talisman.

Looking at this little wooden man, a group of people swallowed hard, and their faces were a little gloomy.

This kind of mysterious thing is most likely to make people feel afraid, especially in this mountain.

Fang Qiming also hesitated for a long time.

This thing, which he asked for from an uncle, is said to be something from Nanyang, and there is a ghost in it.

As long as you hold this wooden man, you can control the ghost and let the ghost get on your body.

"Damn, what's there to be afraid of!" Fang Qiming mumbled, becoming more courageous.

They first went back to their tent and rested for a few hours. When it was late at night, they slipped out and squatted in the woods near Liu Bingyao's tent.

Fang Qiming pulled out the nail, and saw the little wooden man, a smoke gushing out, turned into a vague human shape.

In an instant, a group of people were so frightened that they all shivered.

Fang Qiming shivered the most, but he still tried his best to calm down and clenched the little wooden man.

The ghost seemed to be able to sense his thoughts, turned around, and floated towards the tent.

"Hahaha! Brat, this time you are finished, let me not kill you!" Fang Qiming showed ecstasy.

However, the ghost floated near the tent and stopped suddenly.

Then, he turned around suddenly, showing a fierce look, and turned towards them.

In an instant, they were all stunned.

The next moment, one by one's complexion changed greatly, and they were so frightened that they lost their minds.

"Oh my God!"

They screamed strangely and rushed up one after another. They didn't care about the chrysanthemum's injury, so they tried their best to suckle and ran wild.

Running and running, many people fell down, and when they looked back, they couldn't help crying out for their father and mother. Then, struggling to get up, he ran away frantically.

They were completely frightened and they only knew how to run and run, and they all dispersed and went deep into the barren mountains.

When they came back to their senses, they couldn't find their way back.

I took out my phone, but there was no signal.

Seeing the darkness around him, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to walk around, so he huddled in one place, cold and hungry, and had to endure the pain of chrysanthemums.

In one place in the mountains, Fang Qiming and Tang Bowen huddled in a corner.

The two of them snuggled up to keep warm, but they were still cold and blue and miserable.

"Good...so cold...so hungry..."

"Mom, I want to go home!" The voices of the two were already crying.