"It happened once." The man's breath was a little unstable, with a touch of sadness: "But it's not as good as someone who jumped out of a stone!"
Mrs. Song...
What I said is... a bit heartbreaking.
"You!" Mrs. Song was so angry that she almost vomited blood and stared at you for a long time. Seeing that Mr. Lin was so confused, she couldn't say a word.
She took a deep breath and turned her shining old eyes to Lin Laoer.
Lin Laoer squatted under the eaves of the corridor with both hands. The chair Lin Zhi had prepared for him was very close at hand... he didn't dare to sit on it.
My mother, brother and the whole family were detained in the yard by my eldest nephew as if they were prisoners. If he sat there like a prick, he would be drowned in the saliva of the nobles in Beijing tomorrow!
"You damn thing!" Old Mrs. Song kicked her second son, but her second son was very fat. She didn't kick, but tripped and staggered.
Lin Laoer was scared to death, so he stretched out his hands to help the old lady from falling.
Snap!
Old Mrs. Song was ungrateful and glared angrily. She slapped Lin Laoer hard on the cheek and cursed: "You bastard, Sangmenxing! I can do something for you in your house."
It’s something like this.”
"Your mother and brother were bullied to death, and you didn't even let go. Where are your sons? Are they all dead? Don't you know how to save their grandmother and uncle?"
The more Mrs. Song scolded her, the more disagreeable she became. In front of the whole courtyard, Mr. Lin lost all his dignity, but he had no choice but to accompany her and comfort her, and then he was slapped several times by Mrs. Song.
Lin Shoufu frowned, and Lin Zhi slightly raised his eyebrows and sneered and spoke.
"If you really want to make yourself feel better, madam, you might as well ask your god-granddaughter where she hid my sixth brother. If..."
He half-squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his narrow phoenix eyes, tainted with the harsh spring cold: "If the old lady also wants to wait for the sixth brother here with me, I don't mind."
Who wants to wait for Lin Chu!
Old Mrs. Song took a deep breath: "You are a murderous little beast, your sister is the princess of southern Xinjiang. How can such a noble person know where your poor country bumpkin brother has gone?"
Old Mrs. Song was so stimulated that she had long forgotten her fear and looked at Lin Zhi with a sneer.
"She is a person who cannot be put on the stage. It is impossible to say that she was seduced by some vile and vile person and eloped. With a shameless mother, how can she be any better?"
"ah!"
Mrs. Song exclaimed and ended her endless cursing.
Her old eyes were as wide as copper bells, and she stared in horror at the man in front of her, Junyan, who was enlarged like a god.
There was a sudden silence. Everyone stared in astonishment at Lin Zhi, who grabbed Old Mrs. Song's collar and lifted her up high.
The indifference around the man disappeared, his eyes were as dark as the dark night, and his whole body was filled with the cold and violent coldness of the Nine Nether Hells, like a bloodthirsty and violent monster.
"What did you say?" His voice was as cold as ice: "Try saying what you just said again?"
Gudong.
Old Mrs. Song swallowed hard. The feeling of weightlessness frightened her and she couldn't utter a single word.
"Lao Chu is the bright moon in the sky, humiliating her?" The fairy-like man slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a cold and cruel smile in his eyes: "You deserve it too!"
"You unfilial thing, I am your grandmother!" Old Mrs. Song collapsed and shouted hysterically: "You dare to attack me, you don't want to live anymore?!"