"Puff."

Qin Muxiu finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

I didn't see that this little thing has an idea!

I scared her and started to guard against men seriously.

Are you so afraid that he will become bad?

"What are you laughing?" Zhao Jiner asked with a lip curl.

"Not much, I'll pour tea."

Having hidden the jar, Zhao Jiner patted the ash stuck to her head with her belly on the bed, and suddenly felt dizzy.

A red light flashed.

In front of me is a big mansion with red walls and black tiles.

A group of refugee-like people held torches and stones in their hands, constantly hitting the mahogany door.

A refugee in the lead shouted fiercely:

"Kill! Take it! These landlords are all in bad faith! Their granaries are full of food and drink delicious food, but we are so hungry that we are desperate! Take it!"

The door was quickly knocked open, and several officials came out with sticks. Seeing the vast refugees at the door, they were so scared that they threw the sticks and surrendered.

The refugees rushed into the mansion, dragged all the men and women in the house out and pressed them to the ground.

"Where are the keys to the granary and the account?" the head refugee asked fiercely.

A young man in his twenties said, "You are refugees, not bandits. If you want food, I will open a granary for you. Why do you still need the key to the account? Are you robbing? Are you not afraid of the government's investigation?"

The head refugee sneered, "You are so rich, you are all sucking the blood of the people. What's wrong with letting it go?"

The man refused to surrender, "My family has money, which is the result of our hard work for generations. Which of the people in this area has never received the favor of my family? When I came to my house to work in the slack farm, the wages I owned were several times higher than those of others. We were doing business seriously, so why did we absorb the blood of the people?"

The head refugee took out a sharp knife from somewhere and pointed it at the man's neck.

"Where does it come from so much nonsense!"

The man twitched a few times and then collapsed on the ground.

The female family beside her was crying and screaming.

Some refugees were also frightened by the bloody scene, "We just wanted to get some food, but we didn't want to kill people..."

The head refugee ignored him and asked another 50-year-old man in his fifties, "Where is the account key?"

The master cried, "You are not a refugee, you are a robber, I will give my son my life!"

The refugee in the head was impatient and went down again.

The master also collapsed on the ground.

The leader refugee walked to the old lady with a knife, "If you don't take out the key, I'll kill your whole family!"

The old lady was so scared that her face was bloodless and shouted, "I will give it to you, I will give it to you! Please spare my children's lives!"

As he said that, tremblingly handed over a bunch of keys.

Just then, a baby cry came out.

The head refugee frowned, "Damn it, where did you get the furry child? I'm so annoyed!"

He raised his sharp knife and walked towards the woman holding the child.

The woman kept the child tightly in her arms and screamed, "If you want to kill and cut, come to me, the child is innocent..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sharp knife had pierced the swaddle in her hand and pierced straight into her chest.
Chapter completed!