After another day, for some reason, there was a smile on the face of the mourning star. Especially today, he laughs at people, as if his mother had given him another brother. It wasn't dark, a pair of embarrassed villains got into the kennel of the dead star, the two of them secretly muttered for a while, and finally laughed wildly, no one could figure out what the hell this pair of bad guys had come up with!

Now Song Jiliu walked in the courtyard and couldn't help but think about the past, and unconsciously entered the courtyard. In this black and rumbling courtyard, there is a kitchen, where the meals of the Yin family are cooked by special people, and the tea should be here.

This is the place where the tea was put as mentioned by Township Chief Yin.

In the kitchen, there is a monster lying like a bloody beast with its mouth wide open. The embers of firewood and grass seeped out from the stove, and the two eyes of a demonic beast stared at Song Jiliu fiercely. Jiliu walked forward boldly, he stepped on the pavement paved with big green bricks, knock knock, knock knock, and went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen door was wide open, moving in the wind. Jiliu walked to the door, stopped his steps, and shouted to the room, "Hey! Anyone? ”

There was no one in the kitchen to answer. Jiliu raised his voice and shouted again: "Who's in there?" Answer quickly! ”

Still no response.

Song Jiliu strode into the kitchen, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers when he raised his hand. He searched the entire kitchen and found not half a bucket of tea, not even cold water. As he turned to leave, a sudden wind blew and a woman swept through the darkness.

This woman is in her twenties, dressed in floral clothes, wearing two big red flowers on her head, and she is dressed in a demonic manner, and she is not a good woman at first glance. She, surnamed Zhang, nicknamed "Little Fox", is the seventh aunt who was abducted from the "Yihong Courtyard" in Qingdao, and she is also Xiao Zamao's little lover. This rag came like a chicken, and said to Song Jiliu squeamishly: "Oh, Brother Song, sit down!" ”

"Township Chief Yin asked me to carry tea."

"Sit down, I'll give you ......"

Song Jiliu saw that this slut was not well-intentioned, and turned around to leave. But the rag came to him, hugged Song Jiliu when he went up, and bit indiscriminately. Then, she freed her right hand again, scratched her hair, and quickly tore open her front arms, exposing a pair of snow-white upper bodies in front of Song Jiliu. Then he began to cry and curse shamelessly.

Song Jiliu scolded angrily: "Phew! What a shameless bastard! Get out of the way, don't get my hands dirty! ”

Then, he broke into the door in two steps, wanting to get out as soon as possible, but as soon as he went out, he happened to collide with the mourning star. With a ghost scream, the mourning star fell to the ground on his back, ignoring the back of his head that was bleeding, and shouted desperately: "Oh no! Come on, people! The bad guys are in! Catch the thief! ”

After a while, Song Jiliu, who was not afraid of crooked shadows, was kidnapped by several little villains and entered the "Juyi Hall". He thought to himself: This "Juyi Hall" is a place where Township Chief Yin specializes in doing bad things, it seems that I will also learn it today, so we don't believe that they can still eat me? ”

Song Jiliu was pushed into the inner room again, the turtle nest of the mourning star. He had an inexplicable injustice in his mouth, and stood up in the room, his face out of shape.

The mourning star, who was wearing a bandage on his head, sank his yellow face, and said pretending to be a fox and a tiger: "Alas, Song Jiaotou, Song Jiaotou!" The black light is blinding, and in the middle of the night, what are you doing running into the kitchen alone? ”

Song Jiliu stood with his hands on his waist, standing awe-inspiring, forcibly suppressing his anger, and said loudly and confidently: "Yin's parents ordered me to fetch tea......

Before Song Jiliu finished speaking, Yin Bad Chong walked into the house with a cigarette in his mouth. In front of Yin Da Bad, Mourning Xing pointed to the cold tea next to him and said, "Sect Leader Song, don't be sloppy with us!" Tell lies and don't change places, don't talk nonsense in front of us! You open your eyes and see, what is this? ”

Song Jiliu shook his head, glanced at the two buckets of herbal tea that were no longer steaming, turned around again, and despised the evil appearance of the Yin villain, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Huh? Two buckets of tea are obviously here, why did he ask me to come to the kitchen to pick it up? ”

Then, a series of big question marks appeared in Jiliu's mind: "The little fox is obviously in the kitchen, why didn't she answer after I shouted several times?" What is Mourning Star doing in the kitchen? How did you happen to run into me? Why are all my family members Yin Dabad's henchmen? Why did they come in such a timely manner? When Song Jiliu thought of this, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, and the nightmarish scene in front of him: Oops! After making trouble for a long time, it was these two turtles who got off a trap and smeared it on me repeatedly! ”

Song Jiliu is a man who can stand up and put down. When he thought of this, his mood was relaxed. Just now, he, a young man who is less than twenty years old, was dizzy, although he always thinks that "it can't be wiped on people", but he still has no bottom in his heart. Now, knowing what I know, a nameless anger burns in my heart.

Jiliu's idea is: since this is the case, you have to stare at them and fight with them. They are determined to get along with me, who is still a junior half of the martial arts masters, maybe they are really impatient. If they embarrass me tonight, they'll add a few coffins to their home!

Song Jiliu was thinking about it, the little fox came into the house again, pointed at Song Jiliu and cried and scolded: "You heartless, lungless, conscience-broken little bad seed, I take a bath in the kitchen, you shouldn't ...... it" She kept crying and scolding, scratching her head and scratching her face, saying that he didn't have the face to live anymore!

Song Jiliu spit out a mouthful of pus and phlegm on the ground, straightened out the placket of his clothes, first snorted twice from his nose, and then said in a contemptuous and mocking tone: "Nonsense! Even dogs don't like to eat your piece of meat, don't stain my body! Don't pee and pee when you look in the mirror, bear-like! ”

Township Chief Yin threw a cigarette he had just lit on the ground, the two sows blinked viciously, snorted a few times pretendically, and took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and then forced Song Jiliu with courage:

"Xiao Song! I have concealed all the things you once helped the communist Zhang Jingtong from you; You also shot and killed two family members of the dead ghost well Sanli (three bad seeds) in our township in the past, and I will hide this from you. You are still taking revenge at a young age, and you have done such an unjust, unkind and unjust thing......"

Song Jiliu was furious, gritted his teeth and opened his bronze bell-like voice and roared: "Huh! Net fucking dog stinky fart! Are you guys really looking for trouble? I will accompany me to the end! ”

Song Jiliu's roar was like a thunderbolt, and his stamping shook the walls to the ground, and the room immediately became much darker. Even the gods on the table were trembling with fright, and Yin Da was even more stunned! He shuddered, staggered back a few steps like a drunk, and his frightened face froze with an expression of extreme embarrassment. As for the little fox, when he saw that there was no good fruit to eat, he had already slipped away tremblingly with his tail between his legs.

At this time, Song Jiliu was already staring at the clowns. It's ridiculous that the self-proclaimed smart mourner was so frightened that he wet his pants. This "play" is "directed" by him, and if this "play" is smashed, he will not only have to smash his job, but I am afraid he will not even be able to save his head. He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks and tugged at his hair, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his yellow face.