Chen Zhe came to a dilapidated bungalow area, which was no different from Hu Xiaoyin's house. It was where Yang Hui lived. Chen Zhe greeted Yang Hui and asked him to temporarily protect the mother and daughter.
So Hu Xiaoyin and her daughter moved from one dilapidated house to another equally dilapidated house.
A circle with the word "Hai" was painted on the mottled and worn-out brick wall. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful. It seemed that Yang Hui and the others would not be able to live here for too long.
This place is shabby, but the place is quite large, and it can definitely accommodate two more people.
Before he opened the courtyard door, he heard a burst of laughter and laughter from the courtyard. Chen Zhe walked in and saw Hu Xiaoyin sitting in the shade of a tree, knitting cushions. She was obviously much happier than when he saw her two days ago, her face was pale. There was a bit of blush on his face, and from time to time his lips would curl up slightly to show that he had smiled.
The girl opposite is thin, with neat and simple short hair, fair skin and delicate appearance. She is chatting cordially with Hu Xiaoyin.
It is Yang Hui's younger sister Yang Rui. Compared with when Chen Zhe first retrieved her soul, the little girl is a little fatter and no longer pale and thin. Although she still looks smaller than her peers, she has finally regained her vitality.
It seems that the two girls are very interesting together, so it was right to send Hu Xiaoyin here.
Yang Rui raised his head and saw Chen Zhe, dropped the buoyant in his hand and came over to take Chen Zhe's arm: "Brother, you are here~"
The little girl was growing up at the age of thirteen or four, and her immature breasts were slightly protruding. She was not as majestic and majestic as Jiang Xiaoqiao, but she was more youthful and hazy. Chen Zhe felt unnatural when such a young child pressed her breast against his arm.
Yang Rui's life was saved by Chen Zhe. She was very affectionate towards him and called him "brother". I guess in her heart Chen Zhe can be ranked alongside Yang Hui.
"Brother, drink some water." There was really nothing to entertain Chen Zhe at home, only boiled water was left. Yang Rui enthusiastically handed over the cup.
"I'm really thirsty," Chen Zhe took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. Yang Rui saw that he drank so quickly and poured another cup.
It seems that Yang Rui is learning to weave mats from Hu Xiaoyin.
Chen Zhe swept around the yard and touched Yang Rui's head: "Where is your brother?"
He asked Yang Rui's other brother Yang Hui.
"He was here just now, but now he has gone nowhere. I have nothing to do, so I learn to knit mats from Sister Xiao Yin. She is very good at knitting mats," Yang Rui said cheerfully.
I entrusted people to his protection, and he left.
Chen Zhe was very confused. Yang Hui shouldn't be such an unreliable person. Could it be that someone else has something to do with him?
Yang Rui has a lively and innocent personality, and is naturally able to infect others with her happiness. She chirped a few words, and Chen Zhe also felt that he was in a good mood. He sat down and took a pad and looked at it for a few times: "It's really well done."
"Thank you for contacting the buyer. Now the mat can be sold for thirty yuan," Hu Xiaoyin said without raising her head.
It seemed that the injuries caused to her by Han Cheng were difficult to heal. If she wanted to heal the wounds on her heart, she had to heal the wounds on her legs first.
Chen Zhe smiled: "Han Cheng ran away, but he will definitely come back to me,"
"I'm not in a hurry, I'll be happy if I can make him look like a lost dog," Hu Xiaoyin said lightly.
Chen Zhe sighed: "I want to see your legs, is that okay?"
"Well," Hu Xiaoyin stopped what she was doing, glanced at him suspiciously, and asked warily: "What do you want to do?"
My appearance can easily make people wary. Chen Zhe couldn't laugh or cry: "I just want to see if your leg can be cured. Don't think I want to take advantage of you. Do I look like a bad person? Do you want to be careful?" Look at my face,"
"There's no need to look at it, it can't be cured," Hu Xiaoyin said with despair and sadness in her voice.
Cardamom boy, she is the same age as Chen Zhe. She became disabled when she was sixteen. It has been three years now. Which girl would be willing to sit for the rest of her life.
It can be seen that her legs are long and slender. If she can stand up, she must be a tall and beautiful girl. Chen Zhe noticed that although she has been disabled for three years, her hair and appearance are very neat. She must be very fond of beauty.
In the past three years, her mother spent all the money she had on seeking medical treatment, but her hope was followed by disappointment, and many times turned into despair. Hu Xiaoyin did not believe that her legs could be cured.
Chen Zhe smiled: "I know a few powerful doctors. Let me see if there is hope."
"Yes, Sister Xiaoyin, just let him take a look. He's too embarrassed to accept the money anyway," Yang Rui fanned the flames.
Hu Xiaoyin hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
Chen Zhe came over and placed a chair in front of her: "A doctor has a parental heart, don't think I am taking advantage of you,"
"You helped me, even if you take advantage of me," Hu Xiaoyin ignored Chen Zhe and continued to spin the seat cushion in her hands.
Well, just as if she did good deeds without expecting anything in return, Chen Zhe lifted one of her legs and put it on the chair in front of her, rolled up her trouser leg, revealing a slender and slender leg.
It's a pity that Chen Zhe is really lustful. He originally wanted to do good things, but when he saw this leg, he became a little distracted.
After calming down, he took a few deep breaths, thought about Stephen Chow's classic comedies, and drove out the messy things in his mind. Chen Zhe sighed: "Yang Rui, help me take off her shoes, I'm sorry... …”
Yang Rui helped Hu Xiaoyin take off her shoes and socks, and a snow-white and clean foot fell out. Chen Zhe flicked it in the air, and a ray of true energy pierced the Yongquan point on the sole of Hu Xiaoyin's foot: "Are you itchy?"
"What," Hu Xiaoyin raised her head and glanced at him.
It seemed that the meridians here were broken, so Chen Zhe had no choice but to move his hand upwards, directly reaching the sea of blood at the bend of her knees and the two points on the vagina: "Do you feel it?"
"No," Hu Xiaoyin didn't even raise her head this time.
Chen Zhe had no choice but to move up and tap the Huantiao point on her waist: "This time..."
I saw Hu Xiaoyin's legs jumping slightly...
It seems that I have feelings.
Chen Zhe put his hand on her lower back. It seemed that there was a problem with the spine and nerves. The meridians were just a minor issue. This time... it was a bit troublesome.
Chen Zhe sat on a chair aside and leaned back comfortably.
Hu Xiaoyin smiled slightly, with a joking tone in her smile: "Is it hopeless?"
"My own abilities are limited, so I have to ask others," Chen Zhe sighed. As expected, he was still not a master of cultivation. If Qin Xin were here, he would be much better.
He noticed that the glimmer of hope in Hu Xiaoyin's eyes quickly extinguished, and she lowered her head and continued busy with her work.
People like Han Cheng are very vindictive. He has become a lost dog now, but he is very likely to seek revenge from Hu Xiaoyin and the others. Chen Zhe frowned: "Be careful these days. I'm leaving. When Yang Hui comes back, tell him that I Chen Zhe thanked him,"
Chen Zhe left, and Hu Xiaoyin's expression remained unchanged as she continued to knit the things in her hands.
Yang Rui smiled and said: "Sister Xiaoyin, why do you always dislike him? He is such a nice person."
"I know whether it's good or not," Hu Xiaoyin replied.
After Chen Zhe left, a middle-aged man walked outside the door, carrying a drawing board, brushes and a set of art supplies. His long hair was tangled together. It had obviously not been washed for a long time and had a rancid smell. Exuding from the head, there is a decadent artist's atmosphere.
He smiled coldly: "This is it,"
The man took a few steps forward and gently reached out to push the broken wooden door open.
The wooden door was already in tatters, but he pushed it gently, and it shattered with a crash. Both doors flew out from their hinges, which shocked Hu Xiaoyin and Yang Rui in the yard.
Yang Rui looked at the door with bright eyes: "Brother,"
"Hey," the man who looked like a painter stepped in and looked at the two girls: "You two little girls, it's a pity that someone wants you to die."
Hu Xiaoyin raised her head in shock, then gritted her teeth: "You are someone sent by Hancheng,"
"If you guess correctly, you will die."
The man who looked like a painter only took a small step, but he rushed in and stood in front of Hu Xiaoyin, twisting her neck: "What a pity for such a good appearance, but a pity that he is paralyzed."
The half-knitted mat in Hu Xiaoyin's hands fell to the ground. She had difficulty breathing. Her face turned red and she stared at the person in front of her.
The strange thing is that after this painter, who was obviously a practitioner, came in, Yang Rui remained calm and continued to knit the seat cushions in his hands: "It seems that the knitting is still not as good as that of Sister Xiao Yin, and it can't be sold for thirty yuan..." "
Hu Xiaoyin fainted, and someone slowly walked out of the room inside.
The man who looked like a painter suddenly felt that his body was stiff, as if he had been frozen and unable to move.
The real energy in his body was moving rapidly, but it was like a mosquito that encountered a spider web, unable to move at all. In an instant, cold sweat poured down his body, and his whole body was soaked.
The man who walked out was the fortune teller Chen Zhe met. He was dark and thin, and wore round sunglasses. He really looked like a third-rate fortune teller.
"This gentleman is a painter and a killer. Why don't you let me count your lives for you?"
The fortune teller was talking to himself, holding a dark red lottery tube in his hand. The painter-looking man didn't move. He smiled and said: "It seems that you can't draw the lottery, so I can only do it for you."
The guy talked to himself and shook the lottery tube in his hand, and soon a lot fell out.
The fortune teller bent down to pick it up and squinted his eyes for a while: "Your Excellency, this hexagram is a fortune teller. You have bad intentions and your murderous intent is exposed. If you fail to achieve anything, you will end up harming others and yourself. You will suffer a piercing of the intestines and a rotten belly, and you will die a miserable death." ,"
As soon as he finished speaking, the painter-looking man's face became darkened, and a foul smell came out. Blood bubbles appeared on his face and body. When the blood bubbles burst, a stream of black pus and blood flowed out.
Hu Xiaoyin, who closed her eyes tightly, fell to the ground with a plop. The painter-like person pinched her neck, took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. A hole popped in her belly, and a green-headed fly flew out. Then the skin on the man's body began to ulcerate in patches, eventually spreading to his whole body, and flies were buzzing around his body.
Wow, all the contents of this man's stomach leaked out, and he was lying on the ground, as if he was a dead and decayed corpse. Only his eyes looked at the fortune teller in horror, and his mouth opened and closed...
The little girl Yang Rui still lowered her head to weave the mat in her hands. The fortune teller called out: "Go and clean up this person and dump him in the garbage pile in front."
"All right,"
Yang Rui reluctantly came over with a dustpan. The man who looked like a painter had already turned into a pile of black and red flesh.
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Tomorrow's first update may be postponed to the evening, it depends on the code wording situation~