The mother herself is weak, and she has to rest after sitting for a while.

He gently closed the door and went back to his room.

Although most of the wounds on his body had healed, there was still a faint pain in the place of the soldering iron, and he sat down on the chair with his shoulders on his shoulders, biting the candy man and staring at the red rope on his wrist.

The lip flap is raised high.

In addition to his mother and grandmother, the eldest brother is the only one who is so good to him, buys him candy to eat, gives him red rope, and even rushes to save him regardless of the danger, the eldest brother is so good to him, he must repay him.

Before, my brother said that he liked to eat steamed buns made by his grandmother, and when he learned it, he must wrap a few by hand and send them to his brother!

……

Yin San, who thought that he had successfully sold the child, returned to the inn, and after sleeping for a night, he planned to go to the Shen Mansion, and he wanted to receive the reward and slip away.

Before he left the inn, he bumped into a person who was full of evil spirits.

Ling Che leaned his hands on the door frame, the corners of his lips raised a wicked arc, and he took off the sword at his waist with a sigh.

He was really sleepy and someone sent a pillow, he was worried that he didn't know where to find this Yin San, but who knew that this person actually sent it to the door by himself.

Do you really deserve him to die? Dare to come back? Scold!

Yin San watched him slowly take off the sword, play with it in his hand, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, silently praying that this person was not looking for him.

Taking a deep breath, he wanted to bypass the man and go out.

Unexpectedly, a sword suddenly appeared in front of him, the body of the sword was carved with a simple pattern, and it made a buzzing sound, as if it would come out of its sheath and pierce his neck at any moment.

Yin San swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and wanted to retreat, but he tripped over the threshold and sat on the ground with his butt, very embarrassed.

"Father-in-law, I don't know where the little one offended you, no, no, no, no matter where I offended you, the small one is here to compensate you, you have a lot of adults, put... Let's leave the little ones alone......"

As early as the moment he took out his sword, there was no one in the inn, and only one shopkeeper and Xiao Er were left shivering under the counter.

Ling Che sneered, stomped on the chest of the fallen man, rested his elbows on his knees, lowered his eyes shallowly, and said, "Let you go?" Where do you go? Go to the Shen Mansion to find that lady and ask for a silver reward?! ”

He didn't restrain this kick, Yin San couldn't bear to cough twice and spit out a mouthful of blood, and when he heard the words in his mouth, he was shocked: "You... How do you know?! ”

Ling Che didn't talk nonsense with him, grabbed him by the collar and threw it against the wall.

A clear sound of bones breaking sounded, and Yin San covered his abdomen, rolling in cold sweat and pain.

Before he could come back to his senses, Ling Che stomped on his hand bones with another kick.

"Ah~!!"

The terrible screams made the two huddled under the counter tremble.

Yin San went to break his feet in pain, but he couldn't do it, crying so much that snot and tears flowed all over his face: "Childe! Young man! I know it's wrong! I don't dare anymore! Please, raise your hand, just let me go as a fart......"

He closed his lips and said nothing, and his expressionless face stepped on Yin San's arm joints again.

Yin San almost fainted in pain, and kept begging for mercy but never responded.

Ling Che took it one by one, mercilessly shattering the joints of his body.

If this was in the past, he might have cared about this person's nurturing grace and showed mercy, but when he saw the beginning and end of the matter in his dream, he had no last feelings for Yin San, and all that was left was hatred!

In addition, Shen Qingmian suffered more, and he had to get it back.

The man with broken joints was like a big fleshy worm, covered in blood and limping on the ground, and could only move like maggots.

After dealing with this person, he looked at the creaking counter and said coldly: "Throw this man out into the street, give him a stick and a broken bowl, and if I find someone helping him, you will end up like him!" ”

The two of them, shaking into a sieve, poked their heads out and nodded desperately.

Ling Che was satisfied, straightened his robe and flew upstairs.