Author: Yao Jishan

"Let's go, Old Tu. We've been delayed for a long time. I'm afraid the master in charge will have to wait impatiently."

Cullen held the girl tightly with one hand and returned the broad-backed long knife into its sheath with the other hand. He looked like he wanted to go back to work immediately.

The boy burst into tears again.

Just now, Lao Tu pinched his chin, making him speechless. At this time, the other party let go of his hand. The child only knew that he was afraid, so he burst into tears, and while crying, he called out "Mom - dad -" in sobs.

In his little heart, as long as his parents were around, this vicious man would not dare to bully him and his sister.

Lao Tu seemed to be irritated by the cry.

That shrill call made him look cold for some reason, and his eyes were fixed on the crying boy like hooks.

"Mu Na Heitai shouldn't be so noisy." After a while, he said coldly: "The masters are too kind to these dirty things. These brats have forgotten Mu Na Heitai's duty."

"Yes, yes, Mu Na Heitai is much more obedient than these Song dogs outside." Cullen nodded perfunctorily.

Lao Tu stared at the boy for a while, then suddenly licked his lips, with a strange smile on his face: "Cullen, do you want to see melon slices smashed?"

Cullen was stunned for a moment, and then he knew what he was going to do. He shook his head, looking a little helpless. After thinking for a while, he raised the little girl who was holding it upside down in his hand closer to him.

The little girl was still stunned, her black and white eyes were dull, and the tears on her face had dried.

Cullen sighed, raised his voice and said to Lao Tu: "Hurry up, I'm afraid this one will be scared too. Let's finish the work early."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky again and muttered: "With this damn weather, I really want to go home and warm myself by the fire."

After saying this, he smiled at the girl again, showing his yellowed teeth, and said as softly as possible:

"You are really lucky. Master Lingjia has taken a fancy to you. When I dedicate you to him, you will get a lot of reward. I will give half a bag of grain to your parents. From now on, you can stay with Lingjia.

Are you happy that the master is serving his old man by his side?"

The girl was still dumbfounded, her eyes could not move, and her limbs were limply drooped, like an idiot.

The smile on Cullen's face quickly faded. He lifted the girl in front of him and turned it over, inspecting it upside down. He murmured: "Don't be stupid, don't be stupid..."

At this time, Lao Tu's arms were raised high, and his narrowed eyes were aimed at the hard ground.

"Mu Na Heitai should know how to be quiet."

He said to the boy, his tone serious and solemn.

At that moment, the corners of his lips that he tried to suppress were not curved, but there was a trace of uncontrollable excitement deep in his eyes.

The boy had cried so hard that he could only sob like a cat, but he was still kicking his feet as hard as he could, as if he had a premonition of the coming fate.

The rain was pouring heavily, and the subtle cry was muffled by the strong wind.

"puff!"

Amidst the muffled sound, blood suddenly spurted out.

Under the leaky eaves, a headless corpse stood upright, with one head rolling on the ground. The head that was mostly shaved was tied in pigtails. When he turned his face, he saw a pair of wide-open eyes.

At this moment, there was still a strange excitement in the eyes, but soon, the widened eyes dimmed, and the bloody mandible opened in vain, as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Heavy rain poured down, and the cold air froze all the expressions on the head. The bald head rolled several times with the force of falling to the ground, and was caught in a tattered bamboo basket.

From a distance, it looks like a melon rolled in the bamboo basket.

"Bang", until then, the headless corpse was slapped straight on the ground, and thick blood spattered from the empty cavity. The blood and mud were mixed, and it was soon washed away by the heavy rain.

The small courtyard was deathly silent.

After a few breaths, Cullen let out a shrill howl like a wolf.

He dropped the girl and rushed over, picking up the big head on the ground, his eyes about to burst.

At this moment, he didn't realize that there was no sound of the girl landing behind him, just like the boy who was thrown away by Lao Tu's body and just landed smoothly under the eaves. He immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It seems that this violent storm is also taking care of these young brothers, and they are safe and sound even if they are in danger.

"Who is it?" Cullen's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was fierce. One hand quickly reached towards his lower back, tightly grasping the handle of the knife, and shouted:

"I'm Harqin..."

His voice suddenly got stuck, as if someone had strangled his throat.

The next breath, blood flew into the air again, pouring down together with the heavy rain.

Cullen's two eyeballs protruded. As soon as he let go of his hand, the heavy head in his arms rolled back to the ground. Cullen maintained the posture of reaching behind his back with one hand and hugging him with the other, and slowly sat down on the ground, with blood gurgling from his throat.

flow.

He just sat there stiffly, his face turning gray bit by bit, until he lost all his vitality.

There was no sound in the yard anymore, except for the heavy rain.

Wei Shu stood behind the window, looked at the two corpses in the courtyard, then raised her eyes to look somewhere behind the courtyard wall, and suddenly sighed.

The raindrops were like heavy curtains, and they were supposed to be continuous. However, a few breaths ago, when Lao Tu raised the boy high, the transparent curtain silently tore open a hole.

The crack had a graceful arc, and it seemed like starlight was scattered in the trance. As it went back and forth, Lao Tu's head and body became separated.

After that, Wei Shu had to throw out the wooden thorn she had held in advance and shot Culun through the throat.

She just cut it out.

The blow was made with dark force, and the wood pierced the throat and immediately shattered into slag, which was mixed with the debris on the ground and was difficult to be found.

Taking a few steps back from the window, Wei Shu held her breath and felt the scent of the young couple under the eaves.

Fortunately, the little babies were not injured and are just sleeping now.

Sighing again, she walked back to the back room and opened a secret door in the corner.

"You're slow."

The voice and the wind and rain came from outside the door, and Wei Shu seemed to hear the drake's whine as someone stepped on its neck.

She raised her head, but her eyes were not directed at the thin figure leaning against the wall, but at the arc of light surrounding the figure.

A high-pitched whistling sound followed the arc, swirling endlessly, and the rain curtain was repeatedly cut and closed. If you didn't look closely, you would feel that there was a slender hole in the rain.

"Yue 103, why are you here?"

When Wei Shu said this awkward and weird name, she was both amused and a little shocked. The former was because she was amused by the absurdity of the name, and the latter was because Aqisi was shocked that she actually met him two days in a row.

old friends.
Chapter completed!