The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

"What, what, where, let me see."

Yang Biao was all excited.

Excitedly raised the telescope.

Sure enough, he saw it.

Two tired people on the ground.

Is like a mouse being washed by a cat.

"One, two ... three ... five ... eleven ..."

There are eleven Tatars on patrol nearby.

They seemed to have little interest in the people who rushed to clean up the two trees.

Only rides a horse, walking around aimlessly.

This is the dawn.

Whether it was the person who slept last night or the night watchman, this is the time when the body is most tired.

Yang Biao took a deep breath, toward Shen Aoda: "Mr. Shen, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Yang Biao nodded his head and nodded: "Remember, why save people, or you and I will die here, we can save people together, it is also destined, after returning, please drink."

Shen Ao thought for a while and nodded.

Yang Biao began to slowly close the valve of the kerosene tank.

Then, the balloon began to descend slowly.

When it reached about the same height, only ten meters, Yang Biao hurriedly raised the valve again, and the balloon began to fly again. Slowly, the balloon went towards the big tree under the rotation of the wind wheel, and watched, The balloon will float across the sky from there.

Said it was too late, and then that time, Yang Biao, without hesitation, threw an iron anchor from the rattan basket.

The iron anchor was tied with a cable, which was dozens of feet long. With a clatter, the iron anchor fell to the ground. Under the flutter of the balloon, the iron anchor was dragged on the ground. This iron anchor has a sharp barb. After towing, it was inevitable that the barb started to dig through the soil, and the deeper and deeper, suddenly, the whole balloon quaked, but it turned out that the iron anchor seemed to hook a rock in the ground, raw ... card Under the rock.

Yang Biao began to turn the winch connected to the iron anchor, and then the balloon began to descend slowly.

Fifty feet ... forty feet ... thirty feet ... twenty feet ... five feet ... three feet ... one foot.

Just when the balloon dropped to one foot ...

Yang Biao took out an axe again, revealing a fierce look, and lowered his voice and said, "The time is up, his mother, help him up."

Turned over and jumped out of the rattan basket.

Shen Ao's excited heart was about to jump into his throat, and he didn't dare to hesitate and jumped straight out of the rattan basket.

There is still some distance from under the tree.

The two fell to the ground, ran like a lifeless, and threw a floating balloon behind them.

A Tatar brain is a little dazed.

He seemed ... to see a ball dropped from the sky.

What a big ball.

The huge ball fell slowly, then stopped.

The Tatar could not help rubbing his eyes. He felt as if he might be too sleepy. Is he dreaming?

When he polished his eyes, he saw two people under the balloon, and then he rushed towards the tree under his life.

The Tatar felt like he was suffocating.

The person who fell from the sky ...

Is a god?

Yeah, God ...

Early in the morning, especially when the sky was still gray, a person who had lived in the desert for a long time and had no culture suddenly saw such a scene. In addition to feeling scared, he had an unclear fear.

The two people had reached the tree. Then, they began to hold each other and started running toward the balloon.

The Tatar talent realized what.

How it feels ... It seems like there are Chinese people to save people.

His pupils contracted and he suddenly realized a terrible thing.

This is really saving people, the gods are saving people?

"Come here, come here ..."

He started shouting.

No matter how much, people cannot be saved.

He began to draw out the knife, Lema galloped toward the balloon.

Shen Ao panting, carrying Zhou La, Zhou La felt his head dizzy.

He thought he was dead.

The most important thing is that he is very hungry, very hungry, and his eyes wide open, seeing someone carrying himself, is ... a Chinese ... He was suddenly ecstatic, and ... someone came to save himself This ... this is not a dream.

Zhou La did not hesitate, pinched the meat on Shenao's back neck.

Shen Ao's painful wailing.

Oh, I still know the pain, it seems ... not a dream.

Zhou La is ecstatic.

At this time, more and more Tatars are aware of the strangeness here, and they are flying from all directions. ,

Tatars are intimidating.

So good, how could this fall from the sky?

what is this?

Who is the coming person?

They are full of doubts.

The gray sky, and the fatigue at dawn, so that they did not have time to react, plus this strange ball from the sky, also made them ignorant for a long time.

When they reacted, even if they were galloping towards the balloon, they were still one step late. Four people, already along the rope ladder pulled down from the rattan basket, turned into the rattan basket.

The four of them were panting desperately.

At this time, there was already a Tatar flying horse.

Yang Biao shouted: "Quick, cut the cable."

Shen Ao no longer hesitated, pulled his sword, and severely cut the cable with the iron anchor.

Lost the shackles of the cable, the balloon began to rise again, and slowly rose up.

Zhou La thought he was about to escape from birth, and he was so ecstatic in his heart, but at first he saw that he was flying ... he was busy climbing up: "Eh, what's wrong, how to fly, eh, I'm scared ... "

Shen Ao ignored him, but shouted: "Don't show up, hide in the rattan basket."

It was at this time that the Tatar people under the balloon actually started to bend their bows and arrows, but they saw a feather arrow, which passed by the rattan basket. Zhou La was terrified, and he was busy withdrawing.

The arrow hit the balloon.

Was inserted into the balloon of whale skin.

Yang Biao looked up and was happy: "It's okay, it's okay. This ball is driven by air. There is one more air hole, there is no big hindrance. Let's go, hurry."

Zhou La was shocked, but he saw that the people under his feet were getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into black dots. Far away from those Tatars, he let out a long sigh of relief and suddenly remembered something: "You are ... "

These people are amazing, like fairies.

But it was n’t right. It was only when the man ’s flesh was pinched. He still yelled, is the Godman afraid of pain?

Zhou La's IQ is still good, and has already begun to have the ability of logical reasoning.

Shen Ao said rightfully: "I am Shen Ao. I was ordered by the teacher to rescue Xiaohou, the teacher surnamed, and respected the vassal. Now is not the time to speak, let's go back and elaborate."

Zhou La was shocked: "Fang ... Fang Jifan? Which Fang Jifan?"

Shen Ao looked at Zhou La like a monster, don't you know the teacher?

Zhou La said in surprise: "Which day-to-day traveler is idle, Fang Jifan, who has nothing to do with nothing to eat?"

Zhou's family members did not have a good impression of Ji Jifan, but in their hearts, Fang Jifan was together with Zhang Family.

Yang Biao was angry.

He also carried a small axe in his hand and raised it aloud in front of Zhou La and said: "My family is gracious, uncompromising benevolence and righteousness, and bears the suffering of the people. He is a first-class virtuous person, what do you say, what Call the loafer to be idle, what is not doing personnel, you have to give it a try again, no matter what your lord, I am a biaozi, believe it or not, you will be chopped and thrown away. "

Zhou La was so scared that his face was green. He just talked casually and said: "Do n’t mind, Xin Bo ... He, he is a good person, I know ... otherwise, how could he rescue me, this ... ... this ... he is also my life-saving grace, without him, I would die a thousand times and 10,000 times. I am grateful that it is too late ... "For fear of Yang Biao's unbelief, Zhou Lazhenzhen said:" Fang Jifan from now on From now on, it will be my regenerative parents. I am a conscientious person. I really ... don't lie to you. "

Yang Biao's complexion came back.

Knowing that the axe in his hand frightened Yang Biao, the axe seemed useless now, so he threw it out of the rattan basket directly. Dried meat: "Okay, hungry or not, there is dried meat here, this is beef."

Zhou La was already hungry. After grabbing the dried meat, he began to enjoy himself. Um ... It tastes good. Apart from having a fishy smell, of course, people are very hungry.

Yang Biao began to hold the compass, and began to discern the direction again.

……………………

Underground.

Countless Tatar horsemen gathered under the tree ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Everyone looked blank.

It was originally a game of cat and mouse for the Tatars.

Whoever expected it, actually ... it seemed that he was being teased.

Dozens of Tatars in charge of night watching were kneeling side by side at this time, begging for mercy constantly.

And standing in front of them is the eldest son of the little prince Ezhe.

Ezher looked angry, like a furious lion.

So good, why didn't he fly away?

This kind of Tian Luo Di net, actually let people run away easily.

As the eldest son of Father Khan, he always wanted to show his ability in front of Father Khan.

So when a shepherd found a suspicious person, Ezhe, who was visiting nearby, immediately took people and rushed here. When he learned the identity of the other party, he was ecstatic, thinking that maybe this is a opportunity.

But who knows ... The trump card in his hand is gone.

Ezhe was angry like a lion. He kicked a violent foot and broke the rib of a night watchman. Then he said angrily: "There will be a flying ball in the sky, and two people will fall in the flying ball. Two people will take our prey, and then the ball will fly again, hahahaha ... "

He laughed wildly, feeling that these people were insulting his IQ, himself ... but he was regarded as a descendant of the Golden Family, but a descendant of Genghis Khan, the flesh and blood of his father Khan, the wise man on the grassland, but these **** The guy, with such ridiculous reasons, came to deceive himself. He listened to the explanation of these people with a snot and tears, but it seemed to see the mocking behind the cry, naked mocking.