Han Mei moved Wang Po to the bed little by little, and then ripped off the clothes of the two people on the bed, entangled the arms and legs of the two people, and put on an extremely ecstatic posture. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After all this, Han Mei's whole body almost collapsed, she didn't expect that she would be so laborious to carry out the first crossing mission, and she might not be able to do something in the future.

Han Mei wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and she was so tired that she almost fell down. Fortunately, Jin Lian was also the maid of Zhang Dahu's family before, and she had also done manual work. is not the kind of daughter who can't resist her shoulders and can't lift the weak willow to help the wind, otherwise this physical work can simply take half a life.

Han Mei took a breath and walked out of the room, and then carefully examined the tea stall opened by Wang Po through the narrow door leading to the front hall. In front of it was a front hall of fifty or sixty square meters, with a few simple tables and chairs, and tea cups and fruit plates and the like.

Behind her is a simple hall, and then there is the bedroom where Ximenqing and Wang Po are hugging each other.

Han Mei understands that people like Wang Po are shrewd, treacherous, and vicious. Today's game is because she knew the opportunity in advance. But now the trajectory of everyone's fate has begun to change, and she may not be able to win another game against this old fellow.

Since she knows that she is a wicked person and calculates herself everywhere, why should she have anything to do with her, she simply tore her face and made her posture clear, but it was easy to deal with.

Han Mei knew that Jin Lian embarked on a path of being hacked to death by Second Master Wu, half of it was because she was too coquettish, and half of the important reason was that she met the poisonous snake Wang Po. step by step to seduce her, for her little profit, she even persuaded Jin Lian to poison Wuda.

Han Mei understood that if she wanted to do this task beautifully this time, she had to put the woman Wang Po to death, she lowered her head and looked at the simple kitchen, and then thought of a way. She pulled out the unquenched fire from the kitchen stove with a burning stick, poured the remaining wine from the kitchen on a basket of firewood and grass, and then drew the fire out of the stove and lit the basket of firewood and grass.

She kicked the lit basket of firewood and grass along the door to the main hall in front, so that it didn't take long for passers-by to find that Wang Pozi's tea shop was on fire, and no one would die anyway, but how the two inside came out naked was not within her consideration.

After Han Mi did all this, she slipped out through the small door leading to the courtyard in the back kitchen, climbed over half of the low wall and returned to her home.

The tea stall of Wang Po's family and the Wu family are next to each other, which provides Han Mei with a convenient shortcut to evacuate.

Han Mei returned to her home, and then raised her head and looked at the simple house in front of her, and couldn't help but secretly inhale cold air. When I watched it from the literature on TV before, I noticed the scenes of Fengyue, and I only thought that the martial arts family was quite simple.

But look at it now, how can it be described by the word shabby, should this be called a dilapidated house? The two-story wooden building, which was running and leaking everywhere, was crooked and twisted with a few slightly thick logs.

The walls around the wooden building were pasted with black and yellow adobe, the curtain above the main entrance was patched, and the yard was stacked with messy firewood and grass.

Han Mei was really in a bad mood, kicked the old hen aside, and she walked into the building through the simple wooden door leading to the yard.

There was a cauldron for cooking cakes, and the first floor of the whole building was wide, but except for the black cauldron, there was only a poplar table with a missing corner in the center, and there was no other furnishings before that.

A flat pole carrying two large steamers was thrown crookedly at the door, Han Mei twitched the corner of his eyes when he saw it, Wuda came back so early today?

Her heart twitched, what should she do with this Nima? The descriptions of Wuda flashed through her mind. He is less than five feet tall, with an ugly face and a ridiculous mind. Short stature, lewd figures. Three points like a person, seven points like a ghost, nicknamed "three inches of Dinggu bark".

Well, in fact, Han Mei and Wu Da now feel a little sympathetic to each other in their hearts, what's wrong with being ugly? No matter how ugly it looks, it's your own face! She suddenly felt that she must have been too disgusted with her mediocre appearance before to be bound by this bird system, which is simply the newspaper of the present world!

Han Mi walked towards the attic upstairs, and she made up her mind that if she could return to her own world after this mission was completed, she would never dislike her face again. Live a good life and be down-to-earth, better than anything else.

Han Mei slowly walked down the stairs that she was afraid of being trampled on by her towards the attic, and suddenly heard a commotion inside, as if something had fallen.

She hurriedly rushed to the attic, and stood at the door of the attic, and saw a low man in an earthy gray coarse cloth shirt firmly putting his neck firmly on the rope loop that fell from the beam of the house, and the two little thick legs kept kicking, and the rhythm of breath was minute-by-minute.

Han Mei's brain suddenly exploded, could this be the legendary Wuda, Emma! This thing can't die! He died, Second Master Wu designated to hack her to death, and when the time came, he couldn't tell what he wanted!

"Assi! You're short, you're justified! actually committed suicide for Lao Tzu! I'll go! Han Mei hurriedly ran over and hurriedly put the stool that had fallen on the floor at Wu Da's feet, and then put his two legs on the stool.

Maybe it really takes courage to strangle yourself, and the horror of being strangled alive by the rope made Wu Da finally scared, and hurriedly put his feet on the stool, and then untied his head from the rope loop.

But because of the struggle just now, he had just pulled his neck out of the rope loop, and the whole person was unstable and fell to the ground with the stool.

Wu Da hadn't come to his senses yet, his eyes rolled but he didn't want to snap, and he was slapped in the face.

Han Mei's slap used ten percent of the force, and almost numb her hands. He dragged the rough and dirty clothes of the man in front of him and roared out: "Looking for death, you? It's better to die than to live, do you know? You good grandson! How dare you hang yourself? Little brother! Are you going to heaven? ”

Han Mei was so angry with this man that she couldn't help but raise her hand again, slapped him in the face, and scolded: "What's wrong with being ugly?" If we don't steal or rob, we can't live if we look ugly? Who told you that if you look ugly, you should hang yourself? People are inherently ugly, this matter is difficult to complete, do you think that you can become beautiful after you die, and then make your spring and autumn dreams! ”

The more Han Mei spoke, the more angry she became, and she was just about to raise her hand and slap this man with low self-esteem to wake him up and let him take life seriously.

"Stop!" The man who was almost beaten stupid by Han Mei finally got angry and shouted in a low voice, but his voice was surprisingly majestic and domineering.