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"It's called oiling!" Ma Junzi slowly inserted the knife in his hand into the nail cover of Xiao Chuanqing's left big toe little by little. Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the toes are the same, the painful Xiao Chuanqing's eyes are cracked, his eyes are about to pop out, and the beads of sweat on his head are falling down one by one. "Ah——!h

"Don't scream, and you're comfortable. Let you have a good taste. Stir-fry! Ma Junzi turned the knife left and right, Xiao Chuanqing was like scraping his heart with a knife, his mouth was opened to the maximum, but no sound came out, and anyone who saw it felt a chill down his spine, and he felt that his toes were turned by Ma Junzi with a knife.

"Hiss——!" Zhang San gasped, and kept rubbing his hands on his arms, I don't know if the weather is too cold, "Third master, this is also ruthless." ”

"There's nothing ruthless or ruthless, God will give him back whatever he has done." Mao Sandao didn't have anything to do, squatting beside Xia Yuhe and kept reaching out to probe the temperature on her head. "Doctor Huang, why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"Come on, I'll see." Doctor Huang stretched out his hand to touch Xia Yuhe's pulse, "No, it's too noisy for me to calm down." ”

"Plug that grandson's mouth for me, it's annoying." Mao San shouted, and the people who had long been creepy by Xiao Chuanqing's shouting hurriedly blocked Xiao Chuanqing's mouth, and by the way, he also covered his head, leaving Ma Junzi there holding Xiao Chuanqing's toenails, inserting a knife, turning a knife, and priing the nail cover, and kept chattering, "Put oil!" Stir-fry! Stir-fry! Out of the pot! ”

"How's it going? Dr. Huang! Mao San asked with concern.

"In general, her condition is almost better, but she may have gone into a dormant state because she was frightened, but she can hear it, but she can't open her eyes, and she needs to use something to stimulate her, and it is possible to recover." Dr. Huang said.

"With what?" Mao San asked.

"This, I can only say a range, and I don't dare to pack a ticket. For example, tell her what happened to the two of you. Doctor Huang watched Mao San sit next to Xia Yuhe, holding her hand and putting it on his face. Dr. Huang sighed and waved his hand to let everyone disperse, all gathered around. Ma Junzi didn't bother Xiao Chuanqing anymore, and lifted all the twenty fingernails of other people's hands and feet.

"Do you remember? Did we meet for the first time, I was not a good person at that time, coercing you to marry me,......" Mao San held Xia Yuhe's hand and put it on his face, and told Xia Yuhe about what they had done, from the coercion of meeting for the first time, to getting married and entering the cave room, and then to confiding in each other at night, one by one, it was like a movie, frame by frame, and then told her.

"He's a man!" Ma Junzi said to Dr. Huang.

It's been a long, long time, and it seems like a century has passed. Mao San still sat there in a daze, looking at Xia Yuhe motionless. Dr. Huang stepped forward and asked, "How is it?" Mao San shook his head.

"Or let's do it another way, like hatred or something." Dr. Huang's words made Mao San's eyes light up.

"Zhang San, go and see if that Xiao Chuanqing is dead, drag me over if he is not dead." Zhang San lifted Xiao Chuanqing, who was covered with his head, touched his nose, then patted his face, and came over with one leg in tow.

"Third master, the person has arrived, and he is still alive."

"Wake him up for me." Zhang San used two pots of water to wake up Xiao Chuanqing.

"How? My Mr. Kiyoshi Ogawa, do our local dishes still suit your appetite? As soon as Xiao Chuanqing opened his eyes, he saw Mao San's smiling face leaning in front of him.

"What do you want to say? We, the Emperor Samurai, will not back down. ”

"Tsk, don't be so heroic and noble. Actually, there's nothing to do, I just want to know what you're doing at our house? Mao San hugged his arms and looked at Xiao Chuanqing with a smile, but there were signs of murder in his eyes.

"Didn't do anything?"

"What did you really do?"

"Nope."

"Didn't you kill someone?"

"Hehe, ha, haha Kiyoshi Ogawa gets louder and louder the smaller he gets.

"Sick in the brain, right?"

"I guess I'm stupid."

"Hey, did you just use a knife to stimulate him? Brain stimulation gone? ”

"I don't need to explain it, I know that the Tao is your credit." In the face of Zhang San's praise, Ma Junzi seemed very innocent, his knife skills were not curative, really.

"Are you done laughing?" Mao San was still smiling, but those who noticed him had already noticed that his fists were clenched tightly.

"It's over, it's over, hehe." Xiao Chuanqing took a few breaths and said, "You mean that old man, yes, I killed him, how about it?" ”

"Why do you want to kill him?" Mao San said almost word for word.

"Don't do anything, kill if you want, you can ...... whatever you want" Xiao Chuan Qing's words were interrupted by Mao San with his fist before he finished speaking.

"What do you want? How do I let you? What else can I see for you? Mao San almost said a punch, punching to the flesh. After hitting the most, Xiao Chuanqing's whole body was pumped, and Mao San's fist was also worn out, and blood flowed out. "Let him kneel there for me."

Mao San slowly walked up to Xia Yuhe and said, "Daughter-in-law, I found the murderer of our father, I found it, you get up and take a look, you see that I have found your enemy." Mao San shouted sentence by sentence, as if it was really useful, Xia Yuhe's eyes moved slightly.

"This trick works, keep going." Doctor Huang asked Mao San to continue chattering.

Finally, after more than half an hour, Mao San's mouth was dry, and Xia Yuhe finally opened his eyes tremblingly.

"Are you awake?!" Mao San's words were full of surprise and expectation.

"Are you alright?" Xia Yuhe reached out and touched the face of this man of his own, as if it had been many years, wanting to remember every inch of him in his mind.

"Hmm!" Mao San nodded, "I found the murderer of our father, this is this person, Xiaochuan Qing." Mao San pointed to Xiao Chuan Qing, who had been beaten and was still kneeling there.

"Help me up." Xia Yuhe said, "Let me do it myself." Mao San helped Xia Yuhe up, intending to help her to Xiao Chuanqing, but Xia Yuhe refused, just took Mao San's pistol and walked over slowly.

"Did you kill my father?" The tone is flat and soft. But Kiyoshi Ogawa couldn't speak, and it was difficult to even open his eyes.

"Did you kill my father?" Xia Yuhe asked again, as if he was talking to himself alone, "If you don't speak, you will acquiesce." ”

Xia Yuhe held the gun to Xiao Chuanqing's head, "bang, bang, bang" and kept fighting, until the bullets in the pistol were all gone, Xia Yuhe put it down, put the gun away very calmly, and put it in Mao San's hand. "Plop" and knelt on the ground, "Dad——! I've avenged you! The sound echoed throughout the mountain eagle's beak, and the whistling of the mountain wind was like answering Xia Yuhe.

"Oops!"