Yao Changsheng watched Tao Qini faint, and he didn't have the heart to take care of her, looking at the smoky bonfire and the burned hay that was not burning, and dragged off the wet sweat towel covering half of his face in disgust.

That's right, he asked the Tao family to burn this smoke, and after coming here, he observed the surrounding terrain to see if there was anything he could use for himself.

And the reason why he is not affected is very simple, just cover his nose with a wet cloth.

The weather is so hot, and there is a bonfire burning in the temple, and the clothes on this body are like being fished out of water, not to mention the close-fitting sweat towel.

Yao Changsheng dragged Xiao Fu, who was knocked unconscious by himself, to the Fu family, went to the door and came in with a clay pot, and used the water in the clay pot to pour some water on the Fu family to wake up.

Yao Changsheng burned the bonfire, holding a stick in his hand, and looked at the people of the Fu family with a smile and slowly opened their eyes, "Wake up!" ”

Lao Fu shook his drowsy head, saw everything in front of him clearly, looked at Yao Changsheng with some panic and said, "Young Master Yao, what are you doing?" ”

"What do you say?" Yao Changsheng picked up the stick in his hand and touched the ground gently, and Yun looked at him lightly and said, "Now climb out for this son." ”

"Why?" Lao Fu looked at Yao Changsheng weakly and said.

"You're not qualified enough to ask." Yao Changsheng raised his stick and swung it towards him with a whistling wind.

Lao Fu was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and shouted, "Don't." But the sound was like the humming of a mosquito.

Liu and Xiao Fu, who were a little dazed, woke up completely frightened all of a sudden, and looked at the stick in front of Lao Fu's head in a panic.

"Hurry up and climb now, or the next stick of this boy will be your head." The stick in Yao Changsheng's right hand tapped lightly and rhythmically.

Listening to the ears of the Fu family, I feel that my scalp is numb!

"Climb!" Yao Changsheng suddenly raised his voice and said sharply.

"Climb, climb, climb." Lao Fu urged his mother-in-law and his children, looking at the Tao family with a lack of thieves in his eyes, and made some movements, hoping that they could wake up and stop the surnamed Yao.

"Hehe......" The stick in Yao Changsheng's hand pressed against his back, "Don't think about it, they are all stunned by me, no one saves you, it's useless for you to tear your throat." ”

It's really simple that any expression is written on the face, and you don't even have to guess.

Lao Fu's heart was half cold when he heard this, and he raised his head and looked at Yao Changsheng viciously.

"What kind of eyes are you?" The stick in Yao Changsheng's hand moved to the back of his hand and crushed it vigorously, "If you want to blame it, blame you, hit my idea." ”

"Ah...... ...... pain" Lao Fu shouted in pain, this time the voice was loud enough, but it also confirmed his words.

The Tao family didn't move, as if they were dead, motionless.

"Tut-tut......" Under the bonfire, Yao Changsheng's scarlet eyes looked at him and said, "Don't give up at this time." The corners of his lips were slightly hooked and he said with a smile, "You climb out, maybe I will be kind enough to let you go." ”

Lao Fu's originally gloomy gaze burst out with hope, "Climb, climb, climb quickly." ”

"Hey! Is that right? Yao Changsheng put the stick on his shoulder, looking at him with a very relieved look of being a teachable child.

Due to hunger and smoke, the three of Fu climbed very slowly.

Out of the temple gate, Yao Changsheng was very dissatisfied with their speed, looking up at the full moon in the sky, he had time!

The four in the Land Temple couldn't wake up for a while.

Then climb slowly!

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In the wilderness, in the deep night sky, there is a full moon, and there are a few white clouds drifting around, and the moon emits a faint white light.

The hazy moonlight casts the shadow of a mysterious waving stick, and there is a muffled thud and blood splattering.

"You said you let me go!" Lao Fu said in a painful voice, "I'll climb now, climb far." ”

"Released you?" Yao Changsheng's relaxed and comfortable smile looked particularly eerie and ghostly under the bright moonlight, "When you want to eat your true appearance, why don't you say let me go!" ”

Yao Changsheng stood in place like a grim reaper, his cold eyes were not mixed with any emotion, he had faded the immature and harmless appearance on his face, and the undisguised murderous aura around his body was exuded to the extreme.

Swing it down! Without hesitation, without hesitation.

"You don't talk much." Xiao Fu stiffened his neck and glared at him angrily.

"I forgot to tell you, I never talk a word, don't believe me!" Yao Changsheng's still clear eyes looked at them, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

"Killed, killed." Liu opened his voice and shouted, but the faint voice was blown away in the wind.

"How many years have passed, and you can let the prime minister do it himself, and you can be regarded as a well-deserved death." Yao Changsheng went down again with a stick, splashing the brains of the beating before he withdrew his hand and looked at Liu and Xiaofu.

The two of them looked at the silent Lao Fu, and then looked at Yao Changsheng who was holding a wooden stick, only to feel a chill quickly crawling into the scalp from the soles of their feet, obviously it was summer, but they were shivering from the cold, like falling into an ice cave, and they were not strong at all if they wanted to run.

can only keep begging for mercy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!" ”

"Childe, Childe, it's my father's idea, not ours, spare your life!"

Yao Changsheng shook his head slightly, raised the stick in his hand, and puffed...... What followed was a downpour of blood, mixed with screams begging for mercy, which gradually fell silent.

Yao Changsheng threw away the bloody stick in his hand with a snort, the strong smell of blood, mixed with the stench, disgusted, he vomited out all the few things in his stomach.

Yao Changsheng under the moonlight, his hands holding his knees trembled unconsciously.

Fortunately, it was dark, and he couldn't see or see clearly......

Yao Changsheng took the stick, dragged his tired body, and returned to the Land Temple with one foot deep and one foot shallow, slid on the ground, and leaned on the pillar.

The soaked red wooden stick was thrown into the bonfire in horror.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Land, for soiling your ground." Yao Changsheng grabbed the hay on the ground, wiped the blood splashed on his hands, and threw it into the fire.

Then he took off his blood-stained arrow-sleeved robe and threw it into the fire, took out a navy blue arrow-sleeved robe from his baggage, and put it on.

Mother, what's this thing called? Yao Changsheng burst into foul language in his heart.

He was executed by Ling Chi, and he woke up half a month ago and was reborn in the year when his family suffered great changes.

He vaguely remembered that when he was young and depressed, he originally took the guards out to travel and relax, and when he met people who fled from the famine, because he was kind-hearted, he distributed his dry food to the victims.

Hehe...... I didn't think he would end up here.

Those scrawny bodies, insensitive, and hungry victims have really done so much evil, and they have almost become food in their mouths several times!

The guards were eaten alive by those men in order to save him.

Don't look at Yao Changsheng as a noble son in the eyes of the Tao family, but in the emperor's heart, he is not of my race, and his heart must be different.