At night, Su Mi ate to his heart's content, slept on the bed, and felt that his stomach was not very comfortable. The man put his arm around her and made her sit on his lap, and his big hands gently rubbed her stomach.

"After eating so much meat at night, I'm afraid I won't have to eat breakfast tomorrow morning!" Su Mi leaned on the man's strong arm and whispered softly.

"You! Sometimes, like a doll! Zhao Laosan's big hand rubbed her while staring at her white cheeks, and said softly.

"It's my husband who is used to me, so I'm like a doll!" Su Mi's hands, now took off the padded jacket, very slender, hooked his man's strong neck, and covered it with the peach lips.

When Su Mi first started marrying a man, she was still embarrassed about the clouds and rain between the husband and wife. Every time her man touched her, she asked her man to turn off the lights. After a long time, she became active, and she also knew how comfortable she was as a man.

She knew that she was not the first woman of her man. Her own man is her first man, she doesn't care, as long as she treats her well, she feels fine.

The man next to him still has three wives and four concubines, and his man is all about this family all day long, and he also takes care of himself in every way.

Thinking of this, Su Mi's action on his peach lips became extraordinarily heavy again.

When the man saw her like this, a pair of big rough hands were rubbing on her stomach. Slowly moved to Ying Yingyi's waist, and held her willow waist with both hands.

I ate too much at dinner, and my originally flat waist and abdomen are a little bulging now, and I look a little more charming.

"Lady, you're full of dinner this night, it's right on top, I'll support you!" The man was afraid that the diaphragm would reach his little lady's waist and abdomen, and a pair of big hands held her.

Su Mi has already mastered it, and the clouds and rain for nearly half an hour have made her and the man blend in and out of the water.

Afterwards, he curled up in the man's arms, "Husband, it's been moving for half an hour, and I feel better in my stomach!" ”

The man's side eyes, his little lady, was faintly shy between his eyebrows, and there were some beads of sweat on the cheeks and sideburns of the peeled lychee. Some of the inky green silk is stuck to the small earlobes, and the whole person looks pitiful.

"Mi'er!" The man's deep voice roared her name.

This watery appearance, under the orange and yellow light, is particularly charming and delicate. He couldn't help it and pressed it again.

After such a toss, Su Mi did some pickling fish during the day, and now he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes. Lying in the crook of the man's strong arm, he fell into a deep sleep.

The man borrowed the oil lamp, brought a brocade hand, and wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead.

The man extinguished the oil lamp in the bedroom, and after sleeping for half an hour, he seemed to hear a sparse sound outside, as if a group of people with particularly strong martial arts were shuttling within a hundred miles.

Zhao Laosan opened his eyes suddenly, his eyebrows twisted, and beside him was the sleeping little lady. He turned sideways, gently flipped his hands, and pulled his hand out of the little lady's neck. Fortunately, Su Mi was too tired today, and the man's big hand trembled, but she still slept very familiarly, breathing evenly, and her chest rose and fell very steadily.

The man got up, got dressed, pulled the thick futon and wrapped it around his little lady. I put on my shoes, covered the door, and jumped up to the roof.

The cold wind was blowing, and on this moonlit night, it was gray and white outside. Zhao Laosan stood on the roof for a while, his ears moved, and he found that the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and hurriedly approached the footsteps.

The man had a bad premonition in his heart, as if he felt that this matter was not so simple.

After a while, it was a hundred miles away, and although it was winter, there was not a drop of dew on his body. Standing by the river, the sound disappeared by the river.

He could hear it clearly, the voice was not one person, at least more than ten.

"Come out! Isn't it just for me? Zhao Laosan is not a grinder, and he understands that these people have discovered his traces and are looking for his traces, since this is the case, it is better to solve it neatly and neatly earlier.

The words fell, and there was a lot of silence all around, except for the rustling of leaves in the whistling north wind.

"You are hiding like this, can you go back and make a difference?"

Zhao Laosan was far away, listening to the footsteps of these people, he could hear that this was not an ordinary person who practiced martial arts. The dozen or so people here are Zhao Congye's Deadpool. If you don't finish your work, you're willing to lose your life.

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people jumped on the calm lake in front of them.

These people were dressed in black capes and nightcoats, wearing golden masks, with skull patterns carved on them, and through the sandy white moonlight, they could faintly feel this murderous aura and chills.

"This Zhao Congye really looks down on me, I live in a simple farmer, and I actually sent ten Deadpools to wait within a hundred miles." In the night of Zhao Laosan, his thin lips opened slightly, and he did not move at all.

This Deadpool Zhao Laosan understands clearly, they are all raised with drugs, and they force this body to the extreme, and people will not do anything else except carry out orders.

The Deadpool was divided into several paths, with three sweeping in front, two on each side, and the rest all behind.

When all the dozen or so Deadpools came around, Zhao Laosan turned sideways and snatched it over, with the thin blade in the man's hand on his side.

This knife is as thin as a piece of paper, but it can sharpen iron like clay. Zhao Laosan followed the gesture of drawing the knife and eliminated the four people on his side. E-book house

Only hearing the sound of falling water, Zhao Laosan held the thin blade, closed his eyes slightly in his hand, and fought back against the fierce attack.

Since the Battle of Black Canyon, he has been afraid of the night, so he closes his eyes and only relies on his ears to discern the opponent's moves. He held the handle of the knife in his hand, and in his mind, he remembered the scene of himself carrying a hoe and turning the ground in the ground.

In order to survive Cong Huajun, although he looks like a farmer on the surface over the years, he is actually practicing this knife technique with a hoe every day.

It's been eight years, and this hoe is in hand, but this knife technique is more sophisticated.

These Deadpools, within a dozen moves, retreated to the back. There are still five people left, holding thin blades in their hands, and they are all brushing against Zhao Laosan.

"Didn't you hear from the villagers that you are a farmer?"

"I'm a farmer, but I'm also the leader of the Conghua Army!" Zhao Congye has been doing it all these years, and the knife technique of Zhao Cong to Deadpool is not clear.

With every move, he can shoot back with his eyes closed.

"Did Zhao Congye call you here?"

Zhao Congye just didn't believe that tens of thousands of people in the Conghua army all died in the Battle of Black Canyon, and he always felt that there must be a remnant, and he had been looking for it all these years.

This Deadpool heard the news of Zhao Laosan in Zhaojia Village, and estimated that he looked a little like the former prince, Zhao Conghua, the guard general of the Conghua Army, and had not yet gone back to report to Zhao Congye, so he chased after him overnight.

"Only by taking your head can we exchange it for our antidote!" After these few people were finished, the murderous aura around them became even heavier.

These Deadpools have decided to fight to the death, and the strength in their hands is a little heavier. Zhao Laosan never dared to open his eyes, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, his whole body would be sore, and his eyes would not be able to see clearly.

As soon as I didn't pay attention, I was stabbed in the back, and a stinging pain was familiar and unfamiliar.

A smell of blood wafted out in the cold wind, Zhao Laosan's eyebrows twisted, and he clearly identified the direction, this knife technique was like a tornado, fast and powerful.

After a struggle, the Deadpool fell one by one. The last one saw that he couldn't beat him, and wanted to go back to the capital to report to Zhao Congye, but before he walked out of half a meter, he was pierced through the chest by the thin blade in Zhao Laosan's hand.

The Deadpool lowered his head and looked at the knife in his chest, "You...... How can you know our sword technique, and this knife technique is still above us

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With that, he fell. Zhao Laosan pulled the thin blade out of the man's chest and threw it on the ground, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, Zhao Laosan totoed together and began to rush back again.

When I returned to Lanhe Village, it was only four days. Because I have a knife wound on my back, when I come back, I have to be slower.

After entering the house, it was warm, and when he saw that the little lady on the bed was sleeping sweetly, the stone hanging in his heart fell.

When he went to the side house, he lit an oil lamp, took off his garment, boiled hot water, and cleaned the wound, and then brought a medicine box and gave medicine to the wound. When the water was boiled, the bloody garment was also burned.

The medicines in this medicine box were all left over from eight years ago, and these best gold sore medicines were rarely used in all these years of working in the fields.

After dealing with it, it was already five watches, and Zhao Laosan didn't feel sleepy at all when he didn't close his eyes this night.

Afraid that his little lady would be suspicious, he went back to the bedroom and fell asleep with his little lady in his arms.

The wound left by this thin blade is not deep, and the bleeding has stopped, as long as you don't dig the ground and move things for a few days, it will soon get better.

Su Mi was confused, and after a while, he opened his eyes and saw that the man's face was a little pale: "Husband, are you uncomfortable?" ”

The man pursed his thin lips and pulled Su Mi's little hand in the palm of his hand, "What nonsense is the lady talking about, I'm very comfortable!" ”

Su Mi turned to one side, found that his legs hurt a lot, pouted and snuggled in the man's arms: "Husband...... I...... I feel like my legs hurt so much! ”

She doesn't remember how many times her legs hurt because of the night with the man. I feel shy, and a little uncompromising.

In the man's eyes, there was only distress, and the big hand tightened her: "Mi'er, you rest for a while, you will fall asleep on the bed during the day, and I will do the work at home!" ”

"That's only a hard worker, this winter, I just don't want to get up!" After Su Mi finished speaking, he opened his mouth and smiled, his eyes full of love.

"It's only past the fifth watch, it's still early, let's sleep for a while!" The man's voice was gentle.

Su Mi turned sideways, wrapped his arms around his man's waist, and pressed his cheek against his chest: "Although my legs hurt, I still want to!" ”