What does she do with this?
Seeing that the entire mine was shaking, more and more dirt and wood were falling down, and the situation at Feng Han was becoming more and more urgent, and 444 was very anxious.
[Host, the main road has been blocked. The purpose of these people is obvious. They want to drag him and let him die here. Can we save the people first and then talk about other things?]
"You just said you gave me half a tube of Strength Potion?"
Su Qiao took two steps out with a hard heart, and finally stopped.
He gritted his teeth and put the old man on his shoulders against the wall.
[yes.]
"Then Pluck Flowers and Fly Leaves or Flying Stones should be fine."
Su Qiao began to fumble for pebbles on the ground.
444 quickly reminded: [Wait a minute, you are just a fourteen-year-old country girl now, the kind who can't even read a single Chinese character, and you will definitely not have any martial arts skills.]
Su Qiao is not in a good mood right now and doesn't pay attention to it at all.
After touching a handful of stones, he ran back to the entrance of the passage.
Thanks to her considerable strength now, the small pebbles in her hands were no less than a small iron ball.
'Ah... ah...'
The six or seven men who surrounded Feng Han and dragged him to death together felt bursts of severe pain in their knees, and then they fell to the ground screaming like dominoes one after another.
Su Qiao left no room when he struck, and the pebbles directly hit their knees.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is a bloody hole on each person's knee, and the blood is flowing.
Feng Han was stunned.
Turning his head suddenly, his sharp gaze was directed at the black head of Little Ya at the entrance of the passage.
He actually discovered it when the fat black girl came in.
But because I was a little preoccupied just now, I ignored it.
Everyone took a knee.
"Who are you?"
A man in brocade clothes who looked like the leader was lying on the ground, the tip of his sword pointing in the direction of Su Qiao.
Su Qiao was too lazy to pay attention to him, and glanced in the direction of Feng Han: "Why don't you run away? Are you waiting for the New Year?"
After saying that, if she didn't stop, she turned around and ran away.
When passing by Old Master Su, I bent down and picked it up, and continued rushing out.
Feng Han covered the wound on his waist, gritted his teeth, and followed behind expressionlessly.
Fortunately, the two of them had pretty good luck.
When they rushed out of the passage and ran twenty or thirty meters, there were several loud bangs and the coal mine truly collapsed.
'Huh...'
Putting the old man on his shoulders on the grass, Su Qiao let out a sigh of relief.
444 also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.
[Finally, we didn't lose our lives as soon as we arrived. It was too dangerous this time, too dangerous. If it really happened here, it would be too unfair for us.]
Su Qiao ignored it, but looked at the man sitting on the grass not far away to rest.
Although his clothes were stained with coal, his fair face was streaked with gray and black marks, and the injury on his waist was still bleeding faintly, the man sat there as if he were sitting at the head of a palace, with a calm expression.
But even so, Su Qiao could feel the extreme danger from him.
This is a very difficult man to mess with.
Although he still doesn't know his specific identity, Su Qiao decided to be a little farm girl and stay away from this guy.
Feng Han glanced at the collapsed coal mine, then turned to look at Su Qiao, with doubts and inquiry in his dark eyes.
Su Qiao knows that this guy probably has a lot of unexplained things to ask.
And she... didn't want to give him a chance to ask.
His eyes glanced at his left waist. "Do you have any medicine yourself?"