Lin Yue's efficiency was really impressive.
She had asked him to find milk for Stinky. In the end, he had brought back a whole live goat for milking.
This milk goat was tied up tightly by Lin Yue. It was hung on the horse and dragged back. During the whole time, it kept crying.
Bai Wutong frowned. "You're intending to bring the goat along all the way?"
Lin Yue did not want to either. It was not convenient to ride a horse, and they would be constantly watched by refugees on the way.
However, Young Master needed to drink milk!
Lin Yue braced himself and asked, "Then squeeze out the milk and bring it along?"
Bai Wutong thought for a moment. "Let's keep it like this for now."
Even without this goat, they were still the target of robbery.
Besides, if they were delayed along the way.
She did not know where they could get milk for Stinky.
A goat could produce a few catties of milk a day. Bai Wutong squeezed it all at once. While it seemed to be placed in the bag, it was actually placed in the RV space, so that it could be stored for a long time.
They boiled some fresh goat's milk, fed Stinky, changed his diaper, and set off immediately.
After resting for the night, many refugees had already caught up to them.
After riding for a while, they were ambushed by a large group of refugees.
The horse tripped over the rope buried in the road. Chu Tianbao protected Bai Wutong and Stinky as they landed safely. The starving refugees pounced on them crazily.
There were too many of them.
The moment Bai Wutong and Chu Tianbao were separated, Qing Feng, who had found the right opportunity, used his light and swift movements to snatch Stinky from Bai Wutong's arms.
Bai Wutong reacted quickly and stabbed him in the chest with her dagger.
Qing Feng didn't even blink. Before Chu Tianbao reached, he pulled Stinky out of Bai Wutong's arms and kicked her hard.
Chu Tianbao couldn't care less about chasing after the escaping Qing Feng and hurriedly helped Bai Wutong, who was unable to stand steadily.
Lin Yue stabbed two refugees to death. When he saw that Qing Feng had kidnapped the Young Master again, he shouted, "Young Master!" However, he was held back by the refugees and could not escape.
Qing Feng had used a lot of internal energy to kick her so Bai Wutong's face was a little pale. She panted and said, "He's injured and can't run far. Let's chase after him quickly."
Qing Feng had been seriously injured earlier, and Bai Wutong had just stabbed him in the chest.
Chu Tianbao carried Bai Wutong with one hand and attacked fiercely. A large number of refugees who wanted to snatch their bags died.
After realizing that Chu Tianbao and Lin Yue were both very skilled and that they would not be able to gain anything and might even lose their lives, more refugees pounced on the two horses and goats.
The refugees were like demons crawling out of hell as they fed on the raw meat. The scene was too terrifying. In a daze, Bai Wutong seemed to have seen the modern apocalypse happen again. Zombies surrounded the city, and the situation was dire.
She couldn't help but shiver and quickly said, "Go, chase after him!"
Qing Feng used his light and swift movement and ran for several kilometers.
Unexpectedly, he encountered a large group of refugees.
They had paid the price of many lives to break through the Beiyun City gates.
Apart from drinking water, they still couldn't find anything to fill their stomachs.
The injured Qing Feng and the crying child in his arms became the most delicious food in their eyes.
Anyway, this man was going to die. The child definitely wouldn't survive.
He might as well become their nutrients and live on together.
It had been a long time since they had eaten fair and tender meat.
The refugees locked their bloodshot gazes on them. As long as Qing Feng fell, they would tear Stinky apart alive.
As the commander of the Dark Guards Team, Qing Feng had never taken the ant-like refugees seriously.
He took out a golden tablet that made people afraid. "The Dark Guards Team is handling a case. Get lost!"
The refugees could not wait to eat the Yan Kingdom emperor's flesh and skin him alive. Not only was Qing Feng's golden tablet useless, it also made the refugees shout crazily, "Kill the dog of the dog emperor! Kill the dog of the dog emperor!"
Soon, many pairs of ferocious eyes were gathered at him.
Sensing that his body was gradually weakening, Qing Feng looked at Stinky, who was crying in his arms and asking for a hug.
He put away the golden tablet and pulled out the knife he'd hidden between his legs. He tied Stinky tightly around his waist.
The cold blade reflected Qing Feng's cold black eyes.
His relentless aura intimidated the refugees.
After an instant, the emptiness of their hunger in their stomachs forced them to turn into inhumane beasts and pounce at Qing Feng.
Stinky sensed danger and grabbed Qing Feng's collar with his chubby little hand.
Although Qing Feng's chest and abdomen were severely injured, he was not someone a mob could kill at will.
When they rushed over, Qing Feng killed a wave of them.
Bodies littered the ground. Blood stained the ground.
Towards the end, the refugees also went crazy.
Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well die in Qing Feng's hands.
More refugees were waiting. No matter how powerful Qing Feng was, he would not be able to hold on much longer. At that time, they would be able to reap the benefits.
Blood splashed onto Stinky's mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. His big black eyes looked at the disheveled Qing Feng as if he was comforting him.
The pure smile and clear eyes seemed to have the power to cleanse the soul.
Qing Feng hugged him with one hand and rubbed his cheek against the side of his soft ear. There was a flash of gentleness in his eyes. He took a deep breath with a sigh and looked up with killing intent.
The refugees surrounded Qing Feng from both sides.
Qing Feng had to protect Stinky from being injured and block their killing moves.
Under the situation where his stamina was draining, the moment he fought against two at once, his pitch-black hair fell like a waterfall. The red blood at the corner of his mouth seemed to have become make-up, and his angular face became gentler.
The refugees widened their eyes in surprise. Qing Feng, who had killed so many people, was actually a woman!
A refugee said sinisterly, "B*tch, I'm going to skin you alive and hang you on a tree today!"
His brothers had all died at Qing Feng's hands. Even if he couldn't get a share, he would kill Qing Feng and avenge them.
She was clearly at the end of her rope, but the corners of her mouth curled up. Her indifferent gaze seemed to be mocking them for overestimating themselves.
Irritated, the refugee charged, still holding a large, rusty scythe.
Qing Feng threw a dart and hit him in the heart. Before he could grunt, he fell to the ground and became one of the many corpses.
Just as the refugees were about to retreat, Qing Feng spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Stinky, who was in her arms, started crying again.
The baby's cries kept stimulating the movements of their stomach. Everyone realized that the weak Qing Feng was really about to die. She picked up Stinky and took a few cautious steps.
Qing Feng gripped the dagger in her hand and looked at Stinky in her arms. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "... I'm sorry..."
"Ah pu... Ah pu..."
Stinky's big fleshy face was blubbering and his voice was hoarse. He kept reaching out and touching Qing Feng's face as if to tell her not to give up.