Suddenly, someone broke in from the window, and the lame man and the others who were thieves were all startled, especially when they saw the other party with an ax coiled around his waist, murderous, obviously the person who came was not good, and the lame brother and others were suddenly like a great enemy.

"Who are you!"

"Which of you is called a cripple?"

Wu Luo didn't reply, glanced around, and asked coldly.

"I'm just a cripple, who are you, I don't know you?" The cripple barely supported himself and searched in his mind, but he didn't remember that there was a person named Wu in a few nearby villages.

"Hehe, if you look like this, you are embarrassed to say that it looks like Pan An? It seems that what the little brother said is right, you must have used rhetoric to coax Ning Xuan!"

Little brother?

Who the hell are you meowing!

Wu Luo pulled out the laurel axe on his waist, and showed murderous intent on his face: "Today, Lao Tzu will cut off the roots of your beast, so that you can't go out to harm the girl in the future, and by the way, avenge the little brother's family, the sow that was arched to death by you!"

"Wait a minute, I admit to the scourge girl, but I haven't killed a sow!"

The black man's question mark in the lame man's head, how empty does a person have to be before he can run to the arch sow, although he has a strong desire, but he is not so heavy!

"It doesn't matter if you've ever killed a sow, maybe you're a boar!"

"Anyway, you just admit it, among the girls who were coaxed by you, there is one of my sweethearts, today Lao Tzu is going to chop you as a beast, and even a sow will not let go!"

"Big brother, I've said it a few times, I haven't arched a sow!"

"Hmph, don't quibble, eat Lao Tzu's axe!"

Sure enough, the person is as his name, Wu Luo did not live up to his name, and did not live up to the expectations of Xinglang, this guy with tendons didn't stop explaining lame at all, and looked at the latter's descendants with an axe.

"Ah......h

Wu scratched his hand as fast as thunder, and before everyone could react, the crotch of the lame man's pants was already stained red with blood, and the terrible screams and wails resounded in the night sky.

Tonight, destined to be immortalized, he successfully took the first step towards cultivating the Chrysanthemum Treasure Book and the Exorcism Sword Spectrum.

……

"Hey, have you heard, last night someone ran to Huangshi Village in the middle of the night to attack the lame's house, and cut off the roots of the lame's children and grandchildren with an axe, and now they are still in the hospital to rescue it!"

"It's really fake, I don't know where the hero made the feat, I really admire it!"

"If you want me to say, this cripple deserves it, I heard that in several nearby villages, there are many girls who have been harmed by her, and it is estimated that it is the father of a certain girl, and he is not angry, and he directly comes to the door to take revenge. ”

For the lame man was cut off the roots of the offspring, Huangshi Village was tight-lipped, but there is no impermeable wall in the world, some people saw the crotch of the lame man bleeding at night, rushed to the hospital, and guessed probly, the news was like a hurricane, sweeping all the nearby villages, and some of the families where the girl had been harmed all applauded.

The torturer who came out to let off the wind listen to all the conversations of the villagers in his ears, and breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Thanks to his wit last night, he threw the black pot to the cripple for the first time, and he also had a low IQ of TOEFL and Wu Luo, and it was easy to fool, otherwise the person who was carried into the hospital on a stretcher today was probably himself.

After going around the village, Xinglang went home to rest for a while, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw the two sisters of the winner, Ying Le'er was busy with housework diligently, and Ying Huanhuan was cross-legged, flipping through her soon-to-be magazine.

"Yo, I still know that when I come back, I thought you died outside!"

After Xinglang came back, he has been nesting in the marriage and love center, and he has not returned home, although Ying Huanhuan's anger has disappeared, but after seeing Xinglang, he still can't help but ridicule.

"You're back, did you meet any new friends in the county?"

Ying Le'er brushed the scattered green silk behind her ears, and smiled faintly at Xinglang, she had already heard the news that Xinglang came back to send money, but the two were just tenants and landlords, not boyfriend and girlfriend, so she was embarrassed to ask, why didn't Xinglang go home these days.

"I didn't know a friend, but I ran into a troublemaker. ”

Xing Lang replied casually, the troublemaker in his mouth was naturally Zhao Mohan.

"What troublemakers? Men and women?"

Maybe she stayed in the village for too long and suffocated Ying Huanhuan, but after hearing Xinglang's words, her curiosity was suddenly suspended, and her expression and eyes were full of yearning for the world of flowers outside.

"Female, and like you, she is a rich second generation. ”

Xinglang replied nonchalantly, his gaze wandering to Ying Huanhuan's chest.

When she heard the words "rich second generation", Ying Leer was obviously moved, and her eyes were dodgy, but Ying Huanhuan's face was pale, only she understood that the rich second generation that Xing Lang said was to add double quotation marks.

This soul is faint, and he is scolding himself for being flat-chested!

"I'll leave first if I have something to do, and I'll probably come back late these days, so you don't have to wait for me. Xinglang didn't name him, but when he spoke, he looked at Ying Le'er.

"Ah...... Okay, I got it. ”

Ying Le'er, who was still in a trance, came back to his senses and hurriedly agreed.

After Xing Lang left, Ying Le'er walked to the door and looked around, then closed the door tightly, walked to Ying Huanhuan's side and sat down.

"Huanhuan, how does Xinglang know that we are the second generation of rich?

Ying Le'er frowned slightly, and there was a hint of anxiety in her tone.

"Sister, you think too much, that big soul is faint, I don't know our true identity at all, he said the rich second generation, he means my airport!"

"Airfield?"

Ying Le'er subconsciously looked at Ying Huanhuan's chest, and after thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing.

"It turns out that the rich second generation that Xinglang said means this, then you are really a rich second generation of the rich second generation!"

The big stone in her heart was put down, and Ying Leer couldn't help but make fun of her sister.

"Hmph, I'm your own sister, why are you laughing at me with that big soul!" Ying Huanhuan clasped her hands to her chest and muttered a small mouth, but soon her eyes rolled, and then she hugged Ying Le'er's arm.

"Sister, I haven't been in touch with my friends for a long time, didn't Xinglang give you your mobile phone, can you borrow it from me, even if you don't let me go out, let me talk to them." ”

Ying Huanhuan shook Ying Le'er's arm and spoke coquettishly.

Ying Leer also knew that her sister was active, and she would definitely not be able to stand it if she stayed in a rural place like Happy Village, and she felt very guilty about Ying Huanhuan in her heart, and after hesitating for a while, she still gave her mobile phone to Ying Huanhuan.

"We're not the same as in the past, I don't object to you contacting your friends in the capital, but you must not expose our whereabouts, once they are discovered by their uncles, we will be dead, do you hear!"