Feng Tie fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened, and the illusion slowly disappeared without realizing it.
"I am dead this time. I have been skewered into mutton skewers. I didn't expect that I would be murdered by my own strings just a few days after I wore it. I am not willing to accept it. What evil did I do in my previous life!" Feng Tie
Thought sadly.
"Young Master Fengtie, you must have fallen. I told you not to run so fast but you didn't listen. Look, you fell so hard that you can't even tell which end is your face and which end is your butt." A man with a wretched face
Panting, the soldier caught up and helped Feng Tie up.
Feng Tie was helped up with a grimace, and he groped randomly on his chest with one hand: "Huh? It's okay. The clothes are not torn, is it all my imagination? Damn, it must be, it's really too hot here.
Only then will hallucinations occur.”
Feng Tie murmured to comfort himself, a wry smile appeared on his lips. He felt that his arms were indeed empty, and the strings were really gone.
"Oh, by the way." Feng Tie smiled weakly at the soldier who was supporting him: "Do you know how to write the word - butt -?"
"Back to Master Fengtie, I know!" the soldier replied proudly.
"Okay then, write the word ---ass--- all over your face. If you dare to wash your face within a year, I will kill your whole family."
Soldier: "...wuwuwuwu"
...
"Well, it's very comfortable. It's very comfortable. Try harder. Push harder. Hey, Lucy, why are your strength so weak? You can do more radio gymnastics with me in the future to exercise your pectoralis major muscles."
"It's such an extravagant and licentious life. I'm deeply ashamed of this kind of hedonistic life of the landlord class that gets something for nothing." Feng Tie lay on the bed with his eyes squinted, and Lucy, tired and sweating, massaged Feng Tie's stiff legs.
"Oh, don't go any further, I can't stand your skillful skills and fiery enthusiasm." Feng Tie squinted at the white spot on Lucy's chest when she bent over, pretending to be innocent and shouting.
"Huh? Master, you have another leg!" Lucy stretched out her little hand and pinched Feng Tie's third "leg" and asked in surprise: "What happened, Master, you fell down again and your genes
Has it mutated?"
"You are the only one with a genetic mutation, and your whole family is genetically mutated." Feng Tie cursed bitterly, but still put on a solemn look on his face like a teacher and patiently taught the innocent little maid some knowledge on menstrual hygiene.
"Let me tell you, this young master is not some third leg. This is a peerless magic weapon and the spiritual pillar that I rely on to survive! Whenever I suffer unfair treatment from fate, I will
Take it out and stare at it affectionately for a moment. You can see whether it is soft or hard, hard and soft at the same time, especially its first-class cultivation and broad mind. Even if it encounters strong rejection from other people, it will not get angry, but just silently
After spitting out a mouthful of saliva, he lowered his noble head sadly. Tell me, isn't this spirit worth learning?"
Seeing the little maid being so moved by the noble sentiments of the Peerless Divine Weapon and nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice, Feng Tie smiled with satisfaction. Just as he was about to further discuss with Lucy how the Peerless Divine Weapon was ostracized by her people.
, the blacksmith's wife came in with Linda.
"My poor son!" the blacksmith's wife sobbed and hugged Feng Tie's head: "The injury last time was not completely healed, but it's like this again this time. I heard that the soldier who sent you back said that your legs were swollen after falling.
One side of Chenghe’s buttocks is high and more than a dozen sections are broken, please let mother take a look.”
Feng Tie gritted his teeth and mentally increased the time limit for that wretched, big-mouthed soldier not to wash his face from one year to a lifetime.
"It's okay, mother. They are blind and exaggerating. My son just strained a muscle. It's not a problem." Feng Tie finally struggled to get his head out of his mother's arms: "Mother, are you sure you don't know who Qiong Yao is?
?What about Liu Xuehua? Are you sure you really didn’t wear it?"
For this affectionate mother with developed tear glands and super strong upper limbs, Feng Tie is definitely as big as a bucket, but Feng Tie can really feel that her mother's love for him can surpass everything in the world, which is what Feng Tie lacked in his previous life.
.
Feng Tie secretly made up his mind that he must protect this family and not let his mother who loves him so deeply be harmed. Then he thought of the blacksmith's rough hands touching the top of his head and his helpless sigh, and of the innocent and beautiful Lucy and
Linda and Fengtie felt that they had truly integrated into this world at this moment. They had flesh-and-blood relatives in this world, and they also had a heavy responsibility.
I don’t know how many days are left until that fatal deadline.
With a bang, Feng Tie's erotic bodyguard Xiong Da tripped over the threshold when he ran into the house and fell down firmly on the ground.
The four people in the room were all startled. Xiong Da hurriedly got up from the ground and shouted in a panic: "It's not good, madam, young master, it's on fire!"
"Ah?" Regardless of the fact that his mother and the two little maids were still digesting the news with their mouths wide open in surprise, Feng Tie jumped up from the bed, swept away the dejected look that had just left him half dead, and ran around the house collecting gold and silver.
Xiong Dada took a few breaths, smiled bitterly and chased Feng Tie's figure with his eyes: "Master, don't worry, it's not our house that's on fire, it's the master's weapons workshop that's on fire. It's burning like a blaze right now. The little one is standing two doors away."
Li Di came back to report the letter after seeing it."
"Bang!" The blacksmith's wife was half worried about her husband, and half was upset by the slave who was talking and breathing loudly. She rolled her eyes and fainted to the ground. Feng Tie quickly ran over, picked up her mother, put her on her bed, and then tried her best to
The child kicked Xiong's big ass: "Come to the doctor quickly! No, you go to the door and prepare the carriage. Lucy, you go call the doctor, Linda, you take care of your mother here."
"What are you doing standing still? Go quickly!" Feng Tie roared angrily.
…
When Feng Tie and Xiong Da rushed to the edge of the oak forest where the blacksmith workshop was located, the fire seemed to have been extinguished. Strangely, from a distance, the entire stone castle was not damaged at all, which made the master and servant relax.
I was very surprised as I took a breath.
"You have to believe me, young master. How dare you kid me about such a big deal? I really saw the main castle in the middle ablaze from a few kilometers away before I went back to report it to you." Xiong Da hurriedly said.
Explain with a sad face.
"Okay, okay, I believe you." Feng Tie sighed softly: "Let's go and see it quickly. Let's move forward at full speed with our hearts hanging."
The carriage galloped all the way and finally arrived at the stone castle in the middle of the woods. The outside free citizens on the periphery were guarded by soldiers from the weapons workshop and were not allowed to enter or leave the oak forest. They were also not allowed to talk about or spread the inexplicable fire in the workshop. The castle.
The inside is full of soldiers. If anyone tries to leave or enter the hexagonal castle without permission, they will be shot to death regardless of the purpose.
Fortunately, Feng Tie, the bastard and prodigal son of the blacksmith family, was well known to everyone. When the soldiers at various checkpoints saw him striding into the castle with swaying arms, they could only bend down respectfully to show the way and make a warm welcome.
The first thing Feng Tie saw after entering the main castle was the burly blacksmith Zuo Tu. Feng Tie himself didn't even realize that his heart suddenly felt at ease.
The huge steam iron furnace has disappeared at the moment, and the high temperature inside the castle that was like a volcanic eruption all year round has also disappeared. The cool wind blowing in from the outside brought in pieces of withered yellow leaves, swirling and falling to the ground.
The castle was unusually deserted. Only the blacksmith stood upright where the stove had been, his eyes staring brightly at a dark iron bar ten meters away that was mostly submerged in the ground.
"Are you okay, father?" Feng Tie came over and gently held the blacksmith's muscular arm.
"Yes." The blacksmith heard his son's warm greeting but just agreed in a calm manner, his eyes still fixed on the inconspicuous iron bar, as if it was the most important thing in the world and irreplaceable.
Feng Tie also noticed the existence of the iron bar. He didn't notice it after following the blacksmith's gaze, but he already felt its existence when Feng Tie's back was turned to it.
It was a strange feeling. Feng Tie felt that it was natural for the iron bar to be inserted in that position. It was as natural as it was windy, rainy, sunny or cloudy. It was as natural as the mountains were high and the water was deep, and everything grew naturally. It was as if it was its own thing.
I casually threw it in my room. Now that I thought of using it, I naturally picked it up to cut vegetables, melons, sheep, and people, without any burden or any disharmony.
So Fengtie walked over and pulled it out like a carrot from the ground. He took it in his hand and took a cursory look before carrying it back to the blacksmith: "Go home first, father. Mother is very worried about you."
The blacksmith comforted his wife who had just woken up for a while before walking out of the house.
Feng Tie squatted at the door of the kitchen, holding a lamb leg bone that the old cook Emma threw to him in both hands, licking it with relish. When the bone marrow was almost absorbed, Feng Tie shouted: "
Emma!" Another chunk of juicy boiled lamb chops was thrown out of the kitchen window.
Feng Tie's eyes suddenly lit up like a night owl, and he ran on all fours towards the landing point of the parabola. The whole movement was extremely smooth and unrestrained. This was not the weak bastard young master from the blacksmith's family. He looked like a naked man who had been hungry for half a year.
A stray dog.
The blacksmith was furious when he saw this scene, and the fear he had just established towards Feng Tie suddenly collapsed. The blacksmith resisted the urge to rush forward and strangle the unfortunate son to death, and slowly walked to
Feng Tie bent down and asked, "Is it delicious? Are you full?"
Feng Tie seemed to feel the murderous intent in the blacksmith's pretended to be calm voice. He squatted on the ground and raised his head slightly, looking at his father's slightly twitching face with clear and innocent eyes. His left hand unconsciously made a scissor shape at the front of his temple, subconsciously preparing to take pictures.
, with his right hand, he stuffed the last piece of mutton into his mouth and chewed it.
The father and son stayed in this awkward posture for ten seconds. Feng Tie's throat moved, and he swallowed the plump mutton with a "Gulu" sound. He stood up, his feet were unsteady, and he clasped his fists: "May I ask the hero if you have any advice?"
"Snapped!"
One side of Feng Tie's cheek quickly became red and swollen and showed five clear fingerprints.
The blacksmith twisted his face and roared: "Can't you speak properly? I'll beat you to death, you shameless foodie!"
Feng Tie: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah, I am still young and immature. Father, please spare my life. I will never dare to eat junk food again."
The blacksmith was stunned for a while, his eyes glanced at the dark iron bar that Feng Tie threw carelessly into the sink, and he let out a sigh of relief: "That's all, just follow me."