Sikong Yao was holding a bamboo tube, but it was barely a crutch, and he returned to the drunkard's residence step by step. 【Book by】

Sikong Yao handed the bamboo tube to the drunkard and said urgently, "Where's my recipe for grated coconut purple potato cheese balls?" ”

The drunk man stretched the recipe in his mind on the paper and handed it to Sikong Yao as promised.

Sikong Yao, who got the recipe, was satisfied, and with the vigor she should have at her age, she took Yang Muling's hand and had to play in the countryside.

The moon hung slightly on the starry sky, and Sikong Yao came back from outside the house and sat on a chair to take a nap.

After several days of bumps, I was so tired that a little drowsiness came to my heart, and I had already fallen asleep.

The drunken man brewed wine and said, "She still doesn't know what the world is, her heart is as simple as a blank piece of paper, can you bear to destroy everything that is beautiful?" ”

Meng Xiyao didn't say a word, just looked at the delicate face quietly.

The drunkard went to fetch a flask and continued, "I don't want you to repeat my mistakes, the knife is more ruthless than a man, and you can't control it." ”

The drunk filled a small pot of freshly brewed plum wine, covered it, and then said: "On this bottle of wine, although most of the toxins in her body have been clear, there is still a little residue, and the green plum wine has the effect of detoxification and hematopoiesis, so take a small cup before going to bed." ”

Meng Xiyao held the green plum wine, recalling the tepid progress between the two, which was always accompanied by disasters, and there was an inexhaustible bitterness in his heart.

Seeing Meng Xiyao swaying, the drunk man continued: "I hope you can figure it out that if you like someone, you don't have to be with her." ”

Meng Xiyao pondered for a long time, slowly spoke, and said, "Master, I understand. ”

The drunkard made another jug of wine and said, "Come, accompany me out for a drink." ”

The drunken man looked at the starry sky and let the cold wind blow his hair, which he couldn't mess with anymore.

Le Wan's "Fortune Operator". Acacia is like the sea deep, and old things are like the sky.

After living for three days in a row, Sikong Yao's leg injury has also healed most of them, and it is no longer harmful to walk around on his own.

During this period, he also asked the drunk about the whereabouts of the demon knife. The drunk just said that he hadn't seen it for decades.

After searching for no result, Sikong Yao decided to leave, and after going out for so many days, I'm afraid the old woman has become angry.

The next day, Sikong Yao was satisfied with the recipe for grated coconut purple potato cheese balls and returned with Meng Xiyao.

"Mu Ling, don't think too much about me, I'm going to open a dessert house in Changshan Town soon, remember to come and cheer when the time comes."

When parting, Sikong Yao held Yang Muling's hand tightly and separated for a long time.

Yang Muling twisted her head. put on a stinky face and said ruthlessly: "Hurry up, you hurt me." ”

Although she said this, Yang Muling held Sikong Yao's hand tighter.

Since I came here at the age of seven, I haven't had a playmate. My parents also suffered from poppies.

She has never felt pampered, but in turn she has to worry about her parents' physical condition.

It's rare to have a playmate of the same age, but they're about to leave.

She had more or less heard of the murderous name of Fulongzhai, and this time she let Sikong Yao go back, so she didn't know when she would be able to meet again.

With tears in her eyes, Yang Muling gave Sikong Yao one of her most precious silver-handled disc needles. He scolded again: "This is for you, you should leave quickly, otherwise if you can't go back before dark, you will have to sleep in the wild again." ”

The drunk man looked at Meng Xiyao and urged: "You have to say goodbye in the end, let's go quickly." Don't forget our agreement. ”

gone, getting together is fate, even if it is parting, it is helpless.

On the mountain road, Sikong Yao asked curiously, "Xi Yao." What did the old man agree with you? ”

Meng Xiyao took out the green plum wine and said, "You fell asleep last night, and he asked me to give this to you, so that you can drink a little before going to bed every night." ”

Sikong Yao took the green plum wine, and she didn't know the intricacies of it, and she said stupidly: "This old man is so twisted, what a weirdo." ”

Meng Xiyao pondered the drunkard's words, it was not easy to leave.

The path in the forest, the ground is covered with layers of fallen leaves, although it looks green, but it always feels a little eye-catching.

Sikong Yao laughed and stepped on the green leaves.

Suddenly, the sky swirled, and a huge iron net swept up from under a layer of green leaves.

The iron net rolled up Sikong Yao and Meng Xiyao, and tightened the lock.

All this happened too suddenly, and before Sikong Yao could react, a familiar treacherous laughter came from below.

Fang Beishan laughed wildly on the ground and said, "I waited for you here for a day and a night, Lao Tzu just thought about quitting, but I didn't expect to let me catch you." ”

Sikong Yao scolded: "Fang Beishan, let us down quickly, I am the chief pastry chef of Fulong Village." ”

Fang Beishan said coldly: "I've already inquired, aren't you just a prisoner, Sha Fengzhi that guy uses you as a tool, are you a fool?" It's ridiculous to be so happy. ”

The iron net was found by Fang Beishan from the bear bile extraction factory, and it was originally used to deal with black bears, and it was extremely hard.

Sikong Yao couldn't break free, so he could only scold angrily: "Fang Beishan, you have the ability to let me down, let's fight alone." ”

Fang Beishan smiled: "You are a fool, I am not, put you down, you don't run away without letting go?" ”

Sikong Yao looked at his legs and said, "I've been injured by you, how can I still run!" ”

Fang Beishan responded: "Speaking of which, Li Si's kid is really useless, known as the Bear Slaughterer, but he can't even deal with the two of you, and he blew himself up, thanks to me hiding on the side and not coming out." ”

Sikong Yao shifted his gaze from the leg injury, and before he could scold the "despicable villain", he suddenly showed a sly smile.

Sikong Yao smiled: "Fang Beishan, do you know what acupuncture is like?" ”

Fang Beishan squinted slightly, and said suspiciously: "Acupuncture? The one who heals? ”

Sikong Yao nodded and said, "Yes, one needle will strengthen the body and cure all diseases, do you want to try it?" ”

Fang Beishan glanced at Sikong Yao and said, "Whoever is full of food has to be pricked by a needle, is this a brain disease?" ”

Sikong Yao took out the silver-handled disc needle that Yang Muling had given him earlier from his pocket, and then said with a smile: "Master Fang Shaozhai, you can't talk nonsense, you can't be the one who is sick." ”

Fang Beishan patted his chest and said, "I am strong and healthy, and a tiger can kill two, how can I be sick?" ”

"Not necessarily. Maybe all of a sudden, someone will have a thorn in their head? ”

With that, Sikong Yao ejected the silver needle in his hand with the attack of Peach Blossom Rain, and stabbed straight into Fang Beishan's forehead.

The silver needle penetrated the flesh for three points, and the pain was so painful that Fang Beishan rolled all over the ground.

At the same time. Meng Xiyao opened the lock on the top and struggled to break through the iron net.

This acupuncture is a science, and if a layman prides it indiscriminately, what will be the consequences if he fails to keep it even.

For example, Sikong Yao's thorn forcibly stabbed a meridian in Fang Beishan, and his right hand shook wildly.

"Slut! I'll kill you! ”

Fang Beishan's screams became more and more intense, and Sikong Yao's heart was a little frightened when he heard it.

Originally, she just wanted to teach Fang Beishan a casual lesson and let him suffer a little from flesh and skin, but the current situation seemed to be beyond her expectations.

Fang Beishan's right hand kept twitching. With the elbow joint as the starting point, the whole hand twisted in a clockwise direction, and Fang Beishan let out a terrifying cry of pain.

Fang Beishan's hand at this time had already twisted out of a nearly vertical angle of ninety degrees, and the green tendons were bursting up, and he obviously had no intention of stopping. If you continue on this trend, you will definitely be forced to break by yourself.

Sikong Yao exclaimed: "Fang Beishan, you hold the ground, I will help you pull out the needle immediately." ”

Sikong Yao hurriedly ran forward in fright, thinking that it would be fine if he pulled out the needle.

Fang Beishan foamed at the mouth at this time, and his eyes rolled white, like a dead fish.

Sikong Yao was so shocked that he was stunned, if he really killed Fang Beishan by mistake. How's that good?

"Fang Beishan, don't scare me, you must not die!"

Sikong Yao trembled with fright, one hand stretched back and forth, wanting to pull out the silver needle, but he was afraid of causing any greater stimulation to Fang Beishan, but if he didn't. You can't just watch Fang Beishan die like this.

After hesitating for a while, Sikong Yao finally stretched out his hand to touch the silver needle on Fang Beishan's forehead.

At this moment, Fang Beishan's black pupils returned, revealing a sinister gaze.

"Naïve to stupidity, see if I don't kill you this time!" Fang Beishan slammed into Sikong Yao's neck.

The previous stitch. Except for the pain, no harm was caused at all, everything was pretended by Fang Beishan.

I have to say that such acting skills are really realistic.

Fang Beishan said with a smile: "In order to play this bitter meat play, I really almost broke my hand, but fortunately, I didn't expect you to be really deceitful." ”

"Let her go!" Meng Xiyao's loud shouts contained terrifying courage.

This was an unprecedented sense of oppression, Fang Beishan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Obviously he was unarmed, but it gave him the illusion of a sharp edge.

It's like having a knife on your neck, and as long as you dare to move a little, your head will fall to the ground immediately.

However, that was just a feeling, even if Meng Xiyao was really a knife, it was impossible to cut it before Fang Beishan attacked Sikong Yao.

Fang Beishan threatened Meng Xiyao and said, "Stand still or I will kill her." ”

A wisp of purple intent floated in Meng Xiyao's eyes, and he said coldly: "If you dare to touch half of her cold hair, I will definitely make you more uncomfortable than death." ”

The voice was so indifferent, but it made Fang Beishan's heart beat violently.

Fang Beishan was afraid of death, he could kill Sikong Yao, but he had no doubt that Meng Xiyao would make his own life worse than death.

Meng Xiyao's eyes stayed on Fang Beishan's body from beginning to end, like a sharp blade ready to drink blood at any time.

Fang Beishan's heart was beating fast, and the roaring sound almost burst through his eardrums.

For a moment, he seemed to forget to breathe and was placed on the chopping board.

Fang Beishan spat out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't bear this pressure, that fierce aura was about to destroy him.

Fang Beishan pushed Sikong Yao to Meng Xiyao, and Fei seemed to have to escape.