The person who lifted Yan Delin may not be the person who likes Yan Delin, no, two of them gritted their teeth with hatred of Yan Delin, saw the opportunity, pretended to be hit by someone, and directly threw Yan Delin to the ground, successfully waking up the unconscious person. Yan Delin opened his eyes, and after being confused for a while, he bounced up from the ground and ran back to the house. The movement was fast, like a gust of wind.

When the people in the troupe saw this, they burst into laughter.

Yan Delin hid in the house for a long time, and saw that Hu Yan did not chase after him and hurt people, so he remembered that his daughter-in-law Fenghua was still in the yard. He didn't want to care about that dead girl, but he was still an old man, and he couldn't let people see jokes. I couldn't, so I had to open the window and look into the yard. At this time, there was the person who would be pleasing to him, and he had already supported Fenghua and sent it back to Yan Delin's house.

Yan Delin didn't look at Fenghua, but kept looking into the courtyard. When he saw that Hu Yan only knew how to smirk, and did not burst out to hurt people, the anger in his heart began to rush upward! His eyes were full of fierceness, he gritted his teeth, quickly changed a pair of pants for himself, pulled out the door bolt, weighed it in his hand, scolded his mother fiercely, and rushed out of the house with a look of an enemy who was very red, and went straight to Hu Yan.

At this time, Quanzi was scolding and unfastening the iron chain on the car board.

Seeing this, Yan Delin immediately pulled his neck and shouted: "Quanzi, you pull it for Lao Tzu!" If you dare to let go today, Lao Tzu will chop you up and feed you to the wild dogs! Raised the deadbolt and smashed it hatefully against Hu Yan's head!

Although Hu Yan is bound, he is better than his flexible body. She took a step to the left, dodged Yan Delin's stuffy stick, and gave Yan Delin a hand back.

Yan Delin's face was colored, and nosebleeds were dripping down. He was furious and furious, and immediately beckoned the people in the troupe to the guy and beat Hu Yan together: "Give me a fight!" Who doesn't do it, Lao Tzu betrayed him! ”

Although Yan Delin is unpopular, he is the class leader anyway, and he has the deed of sale of most of the people, and everyone does not dare to offend him, so they all the guys and surround Hu Yan in the middle.

The tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, not to mention Hu Yan, who had a somewhat confused mind.

The stick was added, the head was split and the face was covered, Hu Yan was beaten and screamed, his voice was sharp and full of anger. Despite this, she did not ask for mercy. The iron chain fastened to her neck was scratched by her fingernails and made silver-white scratches, as if she had been cut with a kitchen knife. It's a pity that Hu Yan didn't know how to exert force in one place, but grabbed the iron chain and was covered with bruises. The iron chain itself was silvery-white, and no one looked closely, so naturally they didn't know that Hu Yan's nails had such power.

Hu Yan's counterattack was ineffective, and he was severely beaten to the ground with a stick. Her throat was sweet, and a stream of blood poured into her mouth, Hu Yan subconsciously felt that this blood was precious and could not be spit out, so she tightened her lips and swallowed back the blood that smelled good.

A wave of anger rose in his heart, spreading like a prairie fire. She suddenly felt the urge to be bloodthirsty! Yes, stretch out your sharp nails and cut everyone's throat gently, happily, and decisively, so that they don't let them look at themselves and laugh, and don't let their disgusting faces remain in the world.

Her fingers moved and moved, and then she gently tucked them into her palm, no more.

With the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, she vaguely realized that if she did it at this time, it would be tantamount to early death. She has something on her mind and longs to live. So, no. Sharp nails cannot be exposed, and then send yourself under someone else's stick. Patience, must endure!

A thought suddenly popped up in Hu Yan's heart - is there anything in this world that he can't bear?

The words flashed by, but they made her mind a little clearer.

Yan Delin kicked Hu Yan's waist and scolded viciously: "The old man will send you to see Hades today!" Raise the wooden bolt and aim it at Hu Yan's head to be ruthless.

Hu Yan lay on the ground, slowly turned his head, and looked directly into Yan Delin's eyes with those black and white eyes. The fierceness and arrogance in her eyes should not be underestimated, it is an expression that only a superior person can look at an ant. Yan Delin's body stiffened slightly, his heart and liver trembled, and the wooden bolt he was holding in his hand was a little unable to smash.

At this time, Mi Jiu, who heard the movement, wiped his wet long hair, and walked quickly towards Hu Yan with his clogs: "Hey, what are you doing here?" This is a rare thing that I bought for ten taels of silver, and if any of you wants to kill it, give me ten taels of silver. "I never need to type a draft when I lie, I just open my mouth.

When they heard that Hu Yan was bought back for ten taels of silver, everyone smacked their tongues in their hearts, and said secretly: Buying a girl with a neat head and face is only ten taels of silver, he is good, spend ten taels of silver to buy such a ghost thing!

Yan Delin felt that his heart was very painful, and the wooden bolt in his hand became very heavy and heavy, and he couldn't hold it, so he came out of his hand and smashed directly into his toes, so painful that he hugged his feet and jumped.

Mi Jiu pulled the chain from the coachman's hand and walked to the backyard with Hu Yan.

Yan Delin scolded at the top of his voice: "You slut! Let you take the silver to honor Lao Tzu, you are not only not there or not, but you are willing to spend silver to buy such a ghost thing! Do you want to raise it for your old age?! You're a dirty thing who sells ass, and when you're old, you'll throw it at the mass grave! ”

Mi Jiu's footsteps did not stop, and he replied in a light tone: "How dare my son expect it to retire and die, if you want to say hope, you also count on it." ”

Yan Delin was angry, grabbed the wooden bolt, thought about it, gritted his teeth and threw the wooden bolt away, and pulled a finger-thick wicker from the shelf next to him, raised it high, and was about to pull it away according to his thigh.

Mi Jiu turned his head and hooked his lips and smiled: "Smoke harder." ”

Yan Delin's raised hand was put down so lightly.

Mi Jiu sneered and continued to twist his waist and move forward.

Yan Delin stood in place, his eyes rolled around, and he raised his voice: "Mi Jiu, tomorrow night Master Zhao will hold a meeting, and Lao Tzu will help you respond!" ”

Mi Jiu's footsteps paused slightly, and his originally lazy back instantly became stiff.

Yan Delin grinned. There is a bit of joy, a bit of pride, a little bit of viciousness in the laughter.

Mi Jiu's slight footsteps seemed to be just an illusion, and if you look closely, Mi Jiu is still that boneless cheap, Ta pulled the clogs, twisted his waist, led Hu Yan, and walked towards the backyard step by step. The long, inky hair dazed his back, like blood soaking through his clothes, staining him with dark red marks. Droplets of water dripped down the hair, some fell on the red robe, and some fell into the dirt, like tears, drop by drop, no one pity......