After closing the mechanism of the cabin, the door of the secret passage automatically closed. This secret passage was built by him to keep Yan Xiaoyu's body. Apart from him, even Yan Xiaoyu didn't know there was such a place, so he stayed in it.
, absolutely safe, and he prepared three days of food and water, so even if Xiaoyu wakes up, she can spend three days safely inside.
In three days, he was going to fulfill his promise. He once told those bandits that if Yan Xiaoyu lost a hair, he would have their whole family buried with them. What's more, now...
He did not use Qinggong, but walked down the mountain step by step, leaving heavy footprints with each step. The mountain wind rolled up his hair, and his handsome face was indescribably beautiful under the sunset.
At the foot of the mountain, farmers lived in a circle. There was a blind mother-in-law who was groping to put away the clothes that had been dried, but tripped on a low stool by the roadside and fell.
The mother-in-law struggled to get up, but the ground was icy and the road was slippery. She fell again. A dry and warm hand reached out and grabbed her hand tightly. With the help of this hand, she stood up.
She could feel that this hand was wrapped with cloth. Could it be that this person was injured? She could feel that there was a man in front of her, and he was a very young and beautiful man, because the aura exuding from his body was hers.
I have never smelled it in my life.
"Are you here to look for Nong Wazi? He hasn't been back home in ten years." The mother-in-law spoke a local foreign language, eyes wide open, and looked steadily in the direction where the man was standing.
The man took back his hand and said in a cold tone, "Auntie, how many people are there in the family?"
The mother-in-law was stunned for a moment and replied tremblingly, "It's just me! Nong Wazi went up to the mountain to become a bandit..."
Before she finished speaking, the man's sword had already been taken out, and blood spurted out from her neck. She didn't know why the man wanted to kill her, so she could only fall down in a daze.
The man turned around and looked at the clothes hanging on the bamboo pole. There were obviously clothes of an adult man on the bamboo pole, but the mother-in-law said that her son had not come back for ten years.
He strode forward in another direction.
In the warm room, white heat rises from the scalding boiling water. On the bed, a young woman with her head wrapped in floral cloth is holding a baby in her arms. The baby is holding the woman's pacifier. The orange candlelight illuminates everything in silence and tranquility.
The outer door was pushed open with a creak. The woman stood up and walked into a strange man in black. The man was holding a long sword without a sheath. He walked in casually, as if he was familiar with the road.
The moment she saw the man, the young woman's face suddenly turned red. She had never seen such a good-looking man before. How to describe this face? All the beautiful words would be overshadowed when used on him. Her heart was violent.
Beating, she even forgot to speak, forgot to be shy, her plump breasts were openly exposed to the eyes of strangers, and the baby made a tiny sound as she sucked.
The man looked at her without any intention of avoiding suspicion. He pushed the door with his hand wrapped in black cloth, and with a "squeak", the door closed again.
The young woman woke up from a dream. She took her child away, covered her with a shirt, and looked at the man with a red face, "Our family has nothing to pay off the debt, and the money he owes has nothing to do with us!"
The man frowned. Of course he knew who she was referring to. He was silent for a while and then said softly, "Of course your family has people who can pay off debts. You and your children are both very good..."
The young woman looked at him in astonishment, her face turning even redder. A word or a look from such a man was as addictive to her as a poppy. Her heart was beating violently, and she couldn't restrain the surprise on her face. Not to mention that she was so excited.
Even if her husband, a promiscuous gambler, wants to pay off his debts, she is willing to kill her right now. As long as she can look at him one more time, get closer to him, smell the charming fragrance of his body, and hear his magnetic voice.
, she was willing to lose everything and sell her soul to the devil.
"Young hero, you can take me away, but please keep the child..." The young woman looked at him seductively. If she looked carefully, she was quite charming.
"Okay, for the sake of your beloved son, I won't kill the child!" The man said coldly. The young woman didn't have time to cast a questioning look, and there was already a chill in her chest. She lowered her head, and blood surged out, and that
The sword without a scabbard was nailed to her heart at this moment.
She raised her head, her face full of confusion. Didn't she want to pay the bill?
But before she had time to ask, her young life disappeared under the man's sword. As the body fell to the ground, the baby's cry came from the ground. The man looked at the baby and his brows trembled.
A little girl about four or five years old ran out of the back room. When the little girl saw this scene, she burst into tears. The man turned around and wanted to leave, but the little girl stepped forward and hugged the man's leg. The man's cold face was expressionless.
Then he raised the long sword and cut through the flesh with the sharp weapon. Blood sprayed all over the floor. The little girl fell into a pool of blood with her eyes wide open.
Late at night, the man was walking in the village covered in blood. The sword in his hand was still not sheathed. The evil spirit in his body had receded a lot. His pace was very slow, as if every step he took was about to step into hell.
There was a middle-aged woman looking at the man with a look of surprise on her face. Such a delicate and beautiful man was covered in blood. He must be on the verge of trouble. Judging from his clothes and aura, he must not be an ordinary person. If this
If you can give him a bowl of noodle soup at this time, you will definitely get a lot of money in return from him in the future.
The woman stepped forward with her little feet in hand, waving her handkerchief like a girl in a red building, and her slender voice was even more shrill, "Hey, sir, you must be tired after traveling such a long way, right? Let's go home with my aunt.
Auntie, I’ll treat you to some noodle soup.”
The man did not speak, but lowered his handsome and cold eyes, looking at the woman coldly. The woman shrank in fear, and quickly retracted the hand that was holding his sleeve, sneered, and wanted to retreat.
After seeing her face clearly, the man suddenly said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou..."
Aunt Zhou was startled. How did he know that her husband's surname was Zhou? But she was a well-known person in this village, especially her promising son. Who knew her and was not afraid of her? He could call her.