Feng Tie got up very early the next day, walked to the yard and took a deep breath. Feng Tie felt the strong smell of rust in the air.
I felt the big hole in the back of my skull last night and it has almost healed overnight. Maybe this super recovery power is a special ability after time travel.
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Feng Tie's eyes; "***, Linda said it was just a gentle slope, and it couldn't be more ordinary and smooth. How could such a big hole be made in the back of this damn ghost's head? It's obvious.
He was beaten out because he wanted him, oh no, to kill me."
Theoretically speaking, the murderer even did Feng Tie a big favor. If he hadn't killed the blacksmith's son, Feng Tie might have been burned to a pile of ashes on the night of the performance and would never be reborn. But when he thinks of the murderer, he will still be unyielding in the future.
He continued to launch plots and plots not to kill Feng Tie and felt uncomfortable, and Feng Tie's goosebumps popped out.
"The current body is still too weak." Feng Tie sighed. Then Feng Tie decided to train himself to be stronger in order to cope with the endless troubles that may come.
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, three, two, three, do it again." "That's it, come on, do it with me."
"Very good, next section, jumping movement, one, two, three, four..."
"Yes, it's just a jumping movement. Keep going, don't stop. What about you, Lucy? Your jumping range is not big enough."
"What? What do you mean by a large amplitude? It means that your breasts, oh no, make every cell of your body cheer. Look at Linda's breasts. Oh no, Linda's cells are very active. Like Xiaobai
Like a rabbit."
"Take a rest for a while, I feel restless just after I can get up." The blacksmith's wife came over and wiped Feng Tie's sweat with a distressed smile on her face: "Don't be too tired, your body is just feeling better, and you haven't eaten anything in the morning.
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"Thank you, mother, I feel much better." Feng Tie's face turned red. To be honest, he enjoyed this kind of motherly love. His parents in his previous life worked outside all year round, and he did not experience any warm family scenes while living at his aunt's house far away.
, this made Feng Tie moved and somewhat uncomfortable.
"I have a stomachache. I need to go to the toilet first and then come back to eat."
Five minutes later, Feng Tie burst out of the toilet crying heartbreakingly, holding his smoking buttocks and went straight to the water tank. The moment he sat in the water tank, a puff of white smoke came out, Feng Tie
Let out a long, comfortable sigh.
The blacksmith's wife quickly ran up and held Feng Tie's pale face in her hands and asked what was wrong. All the male and female servants in the yard picked up the guy as if they were in danger and slowly approached the toilet. Feng Tie finally murmured weakly:
"It's over, the chrysanthemum is over."
"Put everything down. There are no enemies in the toilet." Feng Tie climbed out of the water tank with difficulty with the help of his mother and two little maids. While ordering the servants, he turned back and looked at his burnt anus carefully.
The two little maids' faces turned red and they quickly helped Feng Tie put on his pants and helped him lie down on the anvil in the yard. The blacksmith's wife asked the doctor with tears in her eyes and asked anxiously what was going on.
"Whose is that piece of paper I took from the window sill before going to the bathroom?" Feng Tie pointed sadly and angrily at the empty window sill. Emma, an old, obese and deaf fat cook in the kitchen, slowly walked out,
Filling the sieve with red peppers, she walked towards the window sill pointed by Fengtie. She let out a sigh and asked in surprise: "Who stole the parchment I used to dry the peppers?"
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After a hectic morning, the male and female servants in the yard obviously had a new understanding of Feng Tie, the fake young master, that is: he was even more outrageous and an even more asshole than before he fainted.
But obviously everyone has lost confidence in the blacksmith's family. Anyway, if the blacksmith cannot make the best sword within a month, he will be exiled or even hanged, so everyone is not so disgusted with the young master's increasingly outrageous behavior.
, just regard it as the last act of madness in his aristocratic career.
But Feng Tie doesn't care about what the world thinks of him. Taking other people's shoes and leaving them with nowhere to go is his specialty and his hobby. At this moment, Feng Tie was lying on his side on the bed, biting his fingers.
The other hand was stroking the anus, with a lewd smile on his face as he plotted against the murderer who wanted his life.
It was no longer possible to go out to investigate, and the blacksmith had issued a ban. Fortunately, there was still an entry point to the case, that is, according to Lucy and Linda's stories, everyone overlooked one issue, which was that they went to the brothel with him.
The two servants came back and said that the dead ghost rolled down the slope and fell unconscious. However, he was the only one who knew that he could not fall out, so there must be something wrong with these two servants.
Feng Tie had a serious flash of consciousness, sat up suddenly, and then fell back on the bed with a grin on his face, shouting with a ferocious face: "Bring someone to commit! Might... Wu..." Lucy rushed in and asked: "Master, what do you want?
Who is obscene?"
Fengtie: "..."
Lucy's flames of gossip began to burn brightly: "Young master, tell me who you want to slander."
Feng Tie: "They are the two dog slaves who followed me the day I fainted."
Lucy was completely messed up in the wind.
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After obtaining the consent of his father and mother, Feng Tie was allowed to "visit" his two loyal servants Schneike and Tiger in the dungeon. The two were punished by the blacksmith and imprisoned in the dungeon for a year because of their failure to protect the young master.
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Because there were no severe punishments in the blacksmith's family, the so-called dungeon was just a small, semi-underground room with only two civilian guards guarding the outside. The moment he entered the dungeon, Feng Tie was deeply shocked.
This is a place where people live. It is simply a paradise on earth.
At this moment, these two dog slaves were drinking fragrant ale around a small table. On the table was a large plate of sloppy mutton. One of them had a little bit of human hair on his face;
A greasy braised sheep's hoof. Time was frozen at the moment Feng Tie stepped into the cell door with one foot, and the actions of the two dog slaves eating and drinking were frozen instantly.
The one with the hairy face was smart enough. He dropped the sheep's hooves in his hand and crawled to the ground, hugging Feng Tie's thigh and crying: "Master, Master, you are finally awake. God bless you, if you have any shortcomings."
Shi Nike is so irredeemable that death is inevitable, wuwuwuwu, wuwuwuwu..."
Feng Tie slowly peeled off his fingers, flicked the grease stains all over his pants and raised his hands with a smile, "Brother, you are good at acting. He is indeed a god among us and a leader among the scum."
Schneck sweated: "Master, Schneck can't understand what you are saying."
"That is to say, you can act. When you play Ximen Qing, you have the charm of Wu Dalang. It's full of sb. Do you understand this time?"
Schneck: "..."
"Come here, please tie up these two dog slaves for me, and I will deal with them myself."