This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Chapter 110 No way out?

Before he could even take a step, Lu Shi'an, who was hiding behind the door, raised his stick high and struck him hard on the back. Er Mazi didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground with a thud.

Lu Shi'an casually tossed aside the stick and waved to He Wuyang, who was standing there dumbfounded: "Wuyang, hurry up! Let's get out of here, that woman will be back soon!"

He Wuyang nodded, stepped over Er Mazi who was blocking the door, and took Lu Shi'an's hand and ran outside.

As soon as the two stepped out of the courtyard gate, they saw Cuihua walking back with a radiant smile at the other end of the alley.

"No! Run!"

Lu Shi'an grabbed He Wuyang's hand tightly and pulled her along as they ran wildly to the left.

Hearing the commotion, Cuihua saw that the money tree she had painstakingly acquired had run away. The smile on her face immediately froze, turning into a raging fire.

"Stop right there! Stop right there, you bastard!"

She ran to the courtyard gate and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Er Mazi! Er Mazi!"

Frustrated by the lack of response, she stood at the door, stamping her feet and yelling at the two children who were running further and further away, "Let's see where you can run to!"

After saying that, he picked up his foot and chased after her.

She knew the alleyway ahead all too well; there was no road there at all.

She chose this courtyard because it was remote and not many people came and went. There were only a few houses scattered in the alley, and hardly anyone lived there. The only person living nearby was a pig butcher named Zhao Yun'er from the town.

The woman didn't usually associate with others. Perhaps because she had been slaughtering pigs for many years, she always carried a fierce aura and didn't seem like someone easy to get along with.

Every time Cuihua saw her, she felt terrified, fearing that she would pick up a boning knife and chop her up.

The other end was a dead end, and she wasn't afraid that those brats would escape. In the end, they would all be caught in her net.

"Oh no! There's no way out!"

He Wuyang looked at the high wall in front of her, her face pale. If they were caught and taken back, they would have no chance to escape.

Lu Shi'an calmly observed his surroundings.

"I've got it! Follow me!"

After saying that, she grabbed He Wuyang and ran off.

In the courtyard, Zhao Yun'er, who was sharpening a knife, paused and stared intently at the rustling dog hole at the foot of the wall.

Ok?

There's a dog?

She straightened up, scooped up some water with her hand, poured it onto the gleaming pig-slaughtering knife, and then gently rubbed it back and forth with her fingertips.

The rustling sound stopped.

She glanced at it coldly.

A child of about ten years old crawled out of the dog hole. He was covered in dirt, but his eyes shone brightly.

Lu Shi'an stared at the white blade in Zhao Yun'er's hand, his eyelids twitching. He swallowed hard, then squatted down without making a sound and took half a step back.

This is?

Having just escaped from the wolf's den, have you now put yourself in the tiger's mouth?

Is it too late to run now?

"Brother Shi'an, don't block the cave entrance! That wicked woman is coming after us!" A crisp voice rang out from outside.

He Wuyang, who was behind, leaned forward and nudged Lu Shi'an, who was standing in front.

Lu Shi'an licked his lips, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "Sister Wuyang, this place... is not suitable for us. Let's leave."

Just as He Wuyang was about to speak, he heard Cuihua's voice coming from outside, growing louder as it approached.

"You two brats, just wait until I catch you, I'll teach you a lesson!"

She's here! She's here!

Upon hearing this sound, He Wuyang's hair stood on end. Terrified, he almost screamed and immediately scrambled into the dog hole.

Lu Shi'an, who was in front of her, was suddenly pushed and fell to the ground, getting a mouthful of dust.

"Ahem—Little sister Wuyang, this time—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the little girl stand up and run excitedly toward the woman who was sharpening a knife in the yard.

"Danger! Don't go!"

Lu Shi'an shouted, his eyes wide with panic.

The next second, he saw He Wuyang throw himself into the woman's arms, his hands still tightly gripping her clothes.

"Sister Yun'er, it's so good to see you!"

The little girl's soft, sweet voice rang out, tinged with a sob, and filled with a sense of grievance and lingering fear.