In Yungu Village, at the door of a small bungalow on the side of the road, Silly Wangrong put his ears on the door, and a pair of thick black eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

The woman and his brother had been in for a while, and he was a little worried. Every time the woman came, the younger brother would throw him out of the door and be very fierce to him.

After hesitating for a moment, Silly Wangrong picked up a towel from the clothes pole next to the door, opened the door and walked in.

"Wipe the sweat, brother, wipe the sweat!"

"Ahh

The moment she saw Silly Wangrong, the woman screamed in horror.

Silly Wangrong wanted to wipe the sweat of Chen Anrong, who was undressed, but saw Chen Anrong get up suddenly and lift him aside.

"What are you doing! Get the hell out of here! Get out, you get out of here! ”

"Brother, sweating will catch a cold, you wipe your sweat!"

"Whoever told you to come in, get out!"

Chen Anrong screamed hysterically and lifted Silly Wangrong out of the door and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Xiaofang hurriedly got dressed and got up to leave.

"Sister Fang, don't go, Sister Fang, don't go, don't go!"

Chen Anrong blocked Zhang Xiaofang in his arms and begged bitterly, but Zhang Xiaofang struggled frantically, trying to shake his hand away.

"What if you don't go, can you let him go if I don't go?"

Zhang Xiaofang's words made Chen Anrong's movements pause, and he said helplessly: "He, where can he go?" ”

Zhang Xiaofang shook off Chen Anrong's hand and said angrily: "Yes, you can raise him for the rest of your life, he is only nine years old all his life, and none of you brothers have a good life." ”

"Then what can I do, I can't throw him away."

Chen Anrong raised his stupid brother Chen Wangrong from nine years old to twenty years old now, and he has been raising him for eleven years, and he is used to it.

"I didn't say that."

Zhang Xiaofang angrily pushed open the door and went out, and Chen Anrong hurriedly caught up.

"He's my brother, what can I do?"

Hearing Chen Anrong's shout, Zhang Xiaofang paused, turned his head and said coldly: "Let's break it." ”

With that, she walked away quickly.

Silly Wangrong squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, he didn't know what to do, he knew that his brother was very angry, he didn't dare to talk to his brother, so he could only pick up a small stone by himself and draw and play on the ground.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and when Silly Wangrong raised his head, Chen Anrong was already gone.

"Brother! Brother! Brother, where have you been! ”

Silly Wangrong stood up and shouted a few times, but did not respond.

He frantically ran into the house to look around, but he didn't see his brother, and stood at the door and shouted for a long time, and finally panicked.

It was dark, and Silly Wangrong was sitting alone at the door of his house, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

Except for a few frog chirps, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

I don't know how long it took, but there were footsteps not far away, and Silly Wangrong jumped up in surprise and rushed towards the door.

"Brother! You're back! ”

After shouting these words, Silly Wangrong's smile froze on his face.

"Wangrong, you haven't eaten yet, I'll bring you food."

The person who came was Uncle Zhu, a neighbor.

Silly Wangrong was a little disappointed, but when he saw the bowl of white rice covered with pork belly in Uncle Zhu's hand, he immediately became happy again.

The two entered the house and looked at the stupid Wangrong who was gobbling up, Uncle Zhu was silent for a long time before he said carefully: "Wangrong, don't blame your brother, he has his troubles." ”

Silly Wangrong didn't understand Zhu Changqing's words, and took care of the food in his mouth.

Zhu Changqing knew that his words were still tactful, and with Chen Wangrong's IQ, he couldn't understand it at all.

But it's a little unbearable to let him directly say that your brother doesn't want you anymore.

"Hey, you can eat quickly, and come back with me when you're done."

As soon as Silly Wangrong heard this, he hurriedly put the rice bowl in his hand on the table, shook his head vigorously, and the rice in his mouth spilled out one by one, falling everywhere.

"Wangrong, your brother won't come back, if you go back with me, at least you can still have something to eat, how can you live after you stay in this family alone!"

Seeing Uncle Zhu speaking so loudly, Silly Wangrong couldn't help but think of his brother's angry appearance during the day, and tears burst out of his eyes in an instant.

"Wait, wait for my brother, go home."

Silly Wangrong muttered while crying.

Seeing this, Zhu Changqing could only shake his head helplessly, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and left.

Silly Wangrong sat at the door of the house, and he didn't wait for Chen Anrong to come back until the dead of night, the cold wind blew on his body, and he felt a little scared.

The ghost sent the gods, Silly Wangrong stood up and tiptoed towards the courtyard of Zhu Changqing's house.

The next morning, Silly Wangrong was kicked out of bed and woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Bingyao screaming in horror and jumping out of bed, picking up the chair by the window and smashing it at him.

"What do you want to do? When did you come in, get the out of here! ”

Silly Wangrong didn't know what was going on, he covered his head with both hands, and when he got up from the ground, Uncle Zhu had already rushed in with a broom.

"Wangrong, when did you come in? What exactly do you want to do? ”

Uncle Zhu pointed at Silly Wangrong with a broom, although he was very angry, he didn't really fight.

"Sleep, sleep."

Silly Wangrong only remembered that it was late at night last night, he was a little scared, and remembered that Uncle Zhu asked him to go home with him, so he walked to Uncle Zhu's house by himself, climbed into a bed in a daze and fell asleep.

"Get out! Dad, knock him out, get out! Disgusting to death! ”

Zhu Bingyao hid behind Zhu Changqing, trembling with anger, and pointed at the stupid Wangrong with disgust and scolded.

"Ouch, stupid Wangrong climbed into the bed of the Zhu family girl!"

"Why did this stupid Wangrong suddenly open his mind, is it because his brain is good?"

"How can it be good, it must have been too much to learn from his brother!"

"Oh, where do you need to learn this kind of thing, you will naturally have ideas when you grow up"

"Who knew that you looked stupid and prosperous."

As soon as the old women who had gotten up early in the vicinity heard the movement, they all gathered and stood in the distance and talked about it.

Zhu Bingyao angrily rushed to the courtyard and pointed at the women and scolded: "Go, go, get out, a group of long-tongued women, waiting to go to hell after death to be plucked out by the pincers!" ”

Zhu Bingyao crossed her hands on her waist and scolded like this, and the women who chewed the root of their tongues had to disperse angrily.

Soon spread throughout the village.

Spread and spread, I don't know how it was rumored that it was stupid and Wang Rong strengthened Zhu Bingyao.

All of a sudden, the whole village was in a sensation.

Silly Wangrong has been stupid for more than ten years, and he has long been used to being chased around with disgust, and now he was driven away by Zhu Changqing's father and daughter, so he had to hang his head and return to his home.

"Brother, where are you?"

Silly Wangrong sat at the door and looked into the distance, tears couldn't stop flowing, and the place on his head that Zhu Bingyao smashed with a chair was so hot that he crooked his mouth, planted his head in the yard, and fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, his dull gaze was clear.

Chen Bei, the last immortal cultivator in the earth city, was obsessed with alchemy, and lived a lonely and ruthless life for three hundred years, but because of the failure of the ascension and tribulation, he was reborn into the current Chen Wangrong.

Knowing the current situation, Chen Wangrong grinned.

It is really tragic for a fool who is disliked by everyone to be abandoned by his only relatives and misunderstood as a disciple.

But compared to getting up and dying, it is already a blessing to be able to live again.

If it comes, it will be safe.

The wound on his head was still bleeding, Chen Wangrong decided to heal himself first, so he sat cross-legged and opened his eyes in horror as soon as his mind moved.

The Neidan, which he had cultivated for hundreds of years, had been shattered into scum.

After being stunned for a long time, Chen Wangrong finally accepted this reality, stood up helplessly, and walked towards the house.

Everything in front of her made her heart suddenly sour, in the small bungalow, there was only a living room and a bedroom, the dark red paint on the door had fallen off several places, and the door made a creaking sound as soon as it was pushed.

Fortunately, there is a small forest behind the small courtyard, with lush plants, and it should be possible to find some herbs to stop bleeding and heal injuries, thinking so, Chen Wangrong picked up a basket casually and walked into the grove.