Mo Shouchen had stayed at Miao Cuilan's house for two days before. As long as there was someone at home, no matter day or night, Miao Cuilan would just hang up the door bolt and never lock the door inside like she did today.
This unreasonable behavior aroused Mo Shouchen's vigilance, but the courtyard wall of Miao Cuilan's house was only as high as one person, so he could climb over it easily.
So he decided to wait and see what happened, and if there was any danger, he could climb over the wall and escape.
Mo Shouchen glanced at the small room with the lights off and asked, "Where is Liu Zixuan?"
"Sleeping." Miao Cuilan's tone was a little low.
Mo Shouchen asked again: "Guo Xin and the others didn't embarrass you because of what happened at noon, right?"
"No, it's very late, go to sleep."
Miao Cuilan pointed to the east wing, which was Liu Zhuangshi's room, where Mo Shouchen had been living for the past two days.
"Oh, okay, then you should go to bed early."
Seeing that Miao Cuilan didn't want to talk to him, Mo Shouchen could only say hello, then opened the door and walked into the east wing.
Because he had slept all afternoon, Mo Shouchen was not sleepy now. He sat on the edge of the bed and listened carefully to what was going on outside.
The evening breeze blew through the windows and eaves, making a "wow" sound, as if someone was crying.
The window kept making a "tapping" sound, and Mo Shouchen knew it was the sound of tree branches being blown by the wind and knocking on the window.
But the image of a terrifying female ghost knocking on the window always appeared in his mind.
He glanced at the time and saw that it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. The long night had just begun, and he didn't know what would happen next.
"Cha... Cha... Cha..."
Suddenly there was a slight friction sound in the yard. The sound was so soft that if Mo Shouchen hadn't been paying attention outside, he might not have heard it at all.
He tiptoed quietly to the door, then looked out through the crack in the door.
The yard was empty, but the kitchen door was open, and the sound came from the kitchen.
Because of the angle, Mo Shouchen could only see a small part of the kitchen door.
He saw Miao Cuilan squatting at the door, with her back to the outside, pushing forward with her hands.
Why does this action look a bit like... sharpening a knife?!
Why didn't Miao Cuilan go to the kitchen to sharpen the knife instead of sleeping well in the house in the middle of the night?
As far as Mo Shouchen knew, Miao Cuilan only had three egg-laying hens in her home, and it was impossible for her to kill these three hens.
So what exactly did she want to kill with the knife?
The deeper he thought about it, the more creepy Mo Shouchen felt. At this moment, the sound of sharpening the knife suddenly stopped.
He looked towards the crack in the door again and found Miao Cuilan standing up, then slowly turning around. Sure enough, she was holding a kitchen knife in her hand.
And on her face, there was a creepy and weird smile that made people shudder.
Miao Cuilan touched the sharp blade with her hand, nodded with satisfaction, then walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the east wing.
Mo Shouchen quickly checked the door bolt and window, and after making sure they were all marked, he returned to the bed.
"Dangdangdang..."
Miao Cuilan knocked on the door three times outside, and Mo Shouchen deliberately waited for a moment before saying in a lazy tone: "Who is it?"
"I, it's cold, I'll bring you a quilt." Miao Cuilan said outside the door.
"No need to bother, I'm not cold at all, thank you!"
Mo Shouchen did not dare to let Miao Cuilan in, because he knew that what Miao Cuilan was holding in her hand was not a quilt at all, but a sharp kitchen knife.
"It's not cold now, but it will be cold in the middle of the night. If you catch a cold then, you'll be in trouble."
"It's really not necessary. I'm a very hot-tempered person and can't cover myself with a quilt. In winter, I always sleep shirtless, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep."
"How about this? You take the quilt and put it aside to save me from having to carry it back. It's so troublesome. Open the door quickly!" Miao Cuilan's tone was already a little impatient.
"Auntie, I have taken off all my clothes. It's inconvenient. Please take them back!"
"Open the door! Open the door for me!"
Miao Cuilan's voice suddenly became sharp, and she banged the door so hard that the whole house began to shake, as if she was trying to demolish the house.
Mo Shouchen felt that the door could no longer hold up, and there was nothing in the room that could hold the door up, so he quickly jumped out of bed, then ran to the door and blocked the door with his back.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Miao Cuilan began to bang on the door frantically outside, while Mo Shouchen kicked the ground hard with his feet and pressed his back against the door.
His body also undulated violently with the impact, and he felt like he was about to be knocked out and injured internally.
Suddenly, the banging outside stopped, and there was no movement outside the door, but Mo Shouchen knew that Miao Cuilan had not left.
"Click!"
A kitchen knife penetrated the door directly, and the sharp blade was only 1 centimeter away from Mo Shouchen's ear.
If the kitchen knife were tilted just a little further to the left, Mo Shouchen's head would explode.
The kitchen knife was pulled out. At this time, Mo Shouchen dared to hold the door against the door again. He hurriedly hid aside and took out the keyboard from the black book.
"Bang!"
The already crumbling wooden door was forced open by Miao Cuilan, and she walked in murderously carrying a kitchen knife.
Seeing Mo Shouchen hiding at the door, she raised her knife and chopped without saying a word.
Mo Shouchen held both ends of the keyboard and blocked it upwards. With a "dang" sound, the kitchen knife that could even cut through thick wooden doors was blocked by the keyboard, which was only one or two centimeters thin.
It seems that the "ignoring" effect of this keyboard is really good.
Although he blocked Miao Cuilan's first blow, Mo Shouchen's hands holding the keyboard were numb from the shock. This was simply not the power that an old lady could exert.
If he was slashed by her again, even if the keyboard would not be damaged, Mo Shouchen would not be completely sure that he could block the blow.
So he decided to take the initiative.
When Miao Cuilan raised the kitchen knife again, Mo Shouchen swung the keyboard and smashed it towards her head.
With a "pop" sound, Miao Cuilan was hit and took two steps back.
Mo Shouchen was delighted, it seemed that this keyboard was quite easy to use.
It's a pity that he didn't feel proud for long. Although Miao Cuilan's face was stamped with English letters, it didn't seem to cause much harm to her.
Miao Cuilan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then raised her kitchen knife and charged over with a grin.
Mo Shouchen did not panic. He raised the keyboard again. Since the normal attack had no effect, he had to let Miao Cuilan taste the power of "mouth cannon".
As a writer, insulting words come naturally from my mouth.
But considering that Miao Cuilan has always been kind to him, Mo Shouchen chose a word that was not too excessive among the many words.
He took a step back and shouted, "The food you cook is worse than pig food!"
At the same time, he violently swung the keyboard away.
"Snapped!"
Miao Cuilan, who was hit by the keyboard, flew out of the door like a kite with its string broken...
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Thank you to "Gao Weishi" for the wonderful pen gift, thank you to "Yuanji" for the 4 flowers, and thank you to friends who gave gold coins to this book, voted and commented. Thank you for your support!
