Brother ......"

Murong Yun watched the two trees fall down with disgust, and then looked at the tall man's face with an axe and a knife at this moment, and was so angry that it was on the verge of exploding, she knew.

It's over, her brother is really angry this time.

Murong Feng changed his usual cold aura, and his violent aura was fully visible, and the small blood vessels on his forehead were completely violent at this moment, his eyes were red with anger, and he bit his jaw like a tiger and flew towards the person who was making trouble.

Ji Yeqing was stunned for a moment because of his sudden aura, and it was this moment of time that made him forget to resist the menacing person, so that a pair of white wrists easily fell into those iron tongs.

"Ji Yeqing, have you made enough trouble?!" The man glared at him fiercely with red eyes, the green tendons on his neck floated, and the roar in his throat once again made the person in front of him lose his mind.

Ji Yeqing, it turned out that he was called by this name, and it turned out that in front of this person, he also called this name.

He hasn't called him that for many years, he was called Xiao Yezi when he was a child, and when he grew up, he was called the right minister in front of the king, and he didn't call him anything when he quarreled.

Now, he finally called his name, but why, Ji Yeqing felt a pain in his heart?

Looking at the man's hard, angry but handsome face, Ji Yeqing suddenly became so aggrieved, fell from the air with red eyes, and punched and kicked people when he caught them.

"Yes! I just haven't made enough of it! You hit me, you hit me! That's why I hate the way you talk like you're always half-talking, why aren't you dumb? If you're dumb, you don't have to speak! ”

He scolded and beaten, and his fingernailless hand grabbed the man's face, leaving a long groove, and blood came out almost immediately.

Without even blinking an eye, the man directly pushed the person to the fallen redwood tree, put his back against the trunk, and said fiercely: "Since you hate me so much, isn't it good for me to leave?!" You don't want to see me, can't I go?! What the hell are you messing with! ”

Damn it!

Ji Yeqing felt that his ears were buzzing, and his brain kept ringing, and the man's voice echoed in his head, shaking his heartache.

The red eyes were full of tears after the man roared these longest words in history, just like when he was a child, Xiao Yezi, who couldn't help crying when he was wronged, still hasn't changed this bad problem after hundreds of years.

Murong Feng saw that he increased the strength of the iron tongs, lowered his eyes and saw that the white wrist was grabbed by him with a red mark, he pursed his lips, let go of his hand, and then took a deep breath and met the pair of watery eyes.

"Don't be angry, it's my fault." After speaking, he didn't look at Ji Yeqing again, turned around and left.

This time, Ji Yeqing didn't catch up again, he only felt aggrieved, and tears fell like a child.

……

Besides, Hu Zhiyi's loss of consciousness made him really nervous, but he quickly remembered that the little girl had been in this situation before, so after calming down, he hugged the person and returned directly to Zhujia Village.

It was already late when she arrived, and Fox Zhiyi carried her directly to her room and put her on the bed, and then sat on the side and guarded.

Sure enough, after about half an hour, the person on the bed gradually faded from the strange dress under his gaze, his face was no longer as pale as before, and the skull on his chest disappeared.

This time, it was the first time that Hu Zhiyi had seen her changes so clearly, and it was natural to say that he was not surprised, but it was more distressed, and he reached out to caress the little girl's cold face, and his fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't suspect it when the woman showed him the mirror image, but at that time he hadn't connected his Fan'er with the Dead Netherworld at all, who would have thought that the more he didn't expect it, she was.

The person who goes to the underworld is really dead, and there is no doubt that he no longer belongs to this world, and is separated from his yin and yang.

Just thinking of this, Hu Zhiyi's heart was like being gnawed by thousands of ants, and the dense pain eroded his body and mind, and it hurt together with blood and bones.

He has never dealt with people in the underworld, he has always looked at life and death very lightly, in the past, he believed in the human life and death of the saying that life and death are dead, feel that death is death, what is there to fight for, what is sad and sad, everything in the world comes to this world for a death?

But now, he felt that he had thought wrong.

Life and death will not have a life, and he does not want to live and die because he does not believe in this life anymore.

Zhan Shen said that she was extremely resentful and had done too many killings, and he didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't find the slightest reason to doubt it.

His Fan'er is kind, he knows this better than anyone else, but she is also the most stubborn and fierce, she came back to take revenge, to wash this small Zhujia Village in blood.

This shows that this is her unwillingness before she died, and it is the resentment she carried after her death.

People can't die with resentment, once there is a grudge, they will become ghosts in the mouth of human beings, and people who become ghosts can only be reincarnated as people after being tempered, but his children have not been tempered, and by the hands of Zhan Shen, he saw the thick resentment that lingered around her.

Zhan Shen said that she was even worse than a ghost.

The fox also wanted to laugh a little, and slowly lay down and snuggled up with the small body.

"How can Fan'er be a ghost, right?" He could barely hear any syllables in a very small voice, but he was like a mirror in his own heart.

He didn't know what happened during the time when he lost consciousness after Zhu Arc's death, he didn't know why Xiao Fan'er had done so much murder, and he didn't know in what capacity she came back here now.

But he knew one thing very clearly—that is, to find out what was going on at all costs, and to bring his children back from the dead netherworld!

"Fan'er," he lowered his head and imprinted a mark on the little girl's lips, and the two breathed together, "Wait for the third uncle." ”

Wait for him to bring her to him.

"I said, girl, can you not be so godly that I can't even cook for a day."

Early the next morning, Hexiang pushed open the door of Zhu Fan's house with the mentality of giving it a try, and found that the person who had disappeared for a day was really lying on the bed and sleeping!

Hexiang really couldn't help it, and lifted the quilt and said directly.

Zhu Fan was confused, she was almost asleep at this hour, rubbing her eyes and reflexively pulling the quilt on her body, although she didn't feel cold, but this was a habit for so many years.

Hexiang threw the quilt on her, "Say, what did you do yesterday, you haven't seen anyone all day, do you know that if you lie too much, you will be struck by lightning?" ”

Yesterday, the husband asked about the whereabouts of this little girl, and she had to say that this girl went to the old lady's house and did not come back.

God knows how much conscience she had when she said this, but she went to the old lady's house to see it, and no one was there at all, but she couldn't tell the truth, her husband's wound finally began to heal, and she couldn't tear the wound again, right?

Compared with Hexiang's dissatisfaction and complaints, Zhu Fan seemed much calmer.

She rubbed her eyes and opened her eyes, looked at the top of the tent, then turned her head sideways to smell the scent on the side of the pillow, and finally looked at the top of the tent again with a distracted look.

Hexiang blinked, her brows furrowed and loosened, loosened and wrinkled, and she picked up the quilt that Zhu Fan had smelled just now and put it to her nose to smell it, and then bent down and sniffed on the pillow she had smelled.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Hexiang was puzzled: "It's not smelly, fragrant, why do you look speechless?" ”

The corners of Zhu Fan's eyes twitched, and he turned his head to look at her, "When did I make a stinky speechless look?" ”

Such a good smell is speechless, and it is also incense.

Hexiang looked disgusted, and after pursed her mouth, she dragged the person up, "Okay, you don't care if it smells or smells, I'll go see Mr. when I come back, I've been hiding for so many days, it should be a head, don't let me think you're a seedless." ”

Zhu Fan sat up and immediately exploded after hearing this, "Who said I didn't plant?" Sister Hexiang, are you looking for a cigarette? ”

Hexiang knew that she cared about this the most, otherwise she wouldn't have said it, raised her eyebrows, and said disdainfully: "Since there is a kind, then why don't you go to see people, aren't you afraid of people?" ”

In the past three years, Hexiang has also touched this person's temperament thoroughly, and knows what to say to move her.

Sure enough, Zhu Fan listened to her words with an expression of eating mosquito feces, and then his neck was horizontal, and he said, "Who is afraid?" I'll be afraid of him? Jokes, just look at it, what's the big deal, huh! ”

As he spoke, the man had already lifted the quilt and got up, put on his shoes and put on his messy clothes, and he walked out without combing his hair or washing his face.

Hexiang stopped her and wanted her to wash up, but people came with a sentence "I'm like this, I love to watch it or not", and after saying this, the person gave it away.

Hexiang was speechless, and hurriedly followed, she didn't want their husband to be angry because he saw his daughter's sloppy appearance.

But obviously, Hexiang's concerns were superfluous, and when Zhu Fan scratched the back of his head and dragged his shoes to Zhu Xiang without any image, Mr. Zhu didn't even frown, but hooked up an arc and asked something like "I haven't woken up yet".

Zhu Fan nodded sullenly, sat in the house for a while without saying anything, and left.

didn't make Mr. Zhu angry, she felt that she didn't have a sense of accomplishment at all, because she was already so unimaged, and the result was that the person looked at her with a sinister smile.

In fact, it is not to blame that she thinks that her old man's smile is measured, but when he stares at her, she feels that her long-lost scalp is numb and cold, and it is not a taste at all.

So after staying in the house for less than a while, she didn't even say hello and went out, and she didn't make a fuss, lying on the bed and watching her go out.