Listening to Chu Wanxi's words, Wu Lingheng was indifferent.

Doesn't seem to care at all, my brother's life or death.

Chu Wanxi's breath stagnated, and her brain exploded.

He even wanted to pounce in front of Wu Lingheng and block this ferocious weasel.

"You! Did you come to my house? He asked flatly.

The flickering yellow figure stopped at Wu Lingheng's feet.

It was huge, fifteen or sixteen pounds.

The fur is shiny and shiny, and the claws are sharp.

There was also a bitten chicken in his mouth, and the wound on the chicken's neck kept bleeding.

At first glance, it is not a good stubble, but Wu Lingheng's illness and weakness.

Looks vulnerable!

It was motionless, with a pair of green and oily blue eyes as pure as tourmaline, and looked at Wu Lingheng faintly.

Wu Lingheng bent down and touched the hairy head of the hairy beast with a smile, "What a cute little thing, just say it when you're hungry, why bother stealing it." ”

A few words are gentle and tolerant, like a monk who has turned the villain.

There was a hint of murder in his eyes, which made the weasel's eyes stained with a hint of horror.

Suddenly, its body trembled.

The trembling was like sifting chaff, and a few mouthfuls of bitter bile came out of his mouth.

He fell to the ground, stiffening himself.

The boss with a pair of eyes stared straight at the zenith.

Her father probed the weasel's snort, and it was actually burping, "Dead...... He's dead? ”

Somehow died!

Chu Wanxi knew that the weasel was afraid that she was scared to death by her husband.

The gall is frightened, and it will spit out the bitter bile on the ground.

"Maybe it's all the bad things and I'm damned." The corners of Wu Lingheng's mouth were stained with a wicked smile.

Chu Wanxi's father is a real person, and he didn't think much about it.

Greeted everyone to eat dumplings, and the dumplings filled with pork and cabbage were very fragrant.

After a while, he was eaten up.

After lunch, the scorching sun was in the sky.

I was afraid that I would dry the dried salted fish when I went out, so Chu Wanxi's father and mother persuaded them to go back later.

The second elder was gracious, so Wu Lingheng made the decision to stay for a while.

Her father carved the monument, and she laid it down.

Don't look at Chu Wanxi, I don't know a single big character, and I can't read the inscription.

The words that can be carved are comparable to those of famous artists.

He had seen her again, and he only felt that watching her work was pleasing to the eye.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was much weaker.

led Chu Wanxi back to the town.

In the summer, it gets dark late.

The shops on both sides of the Boqing River closed late.

Generally, the door will not close until more than 6 o'clock in the evening.

Under the big tree at the head of the bridge, it was full of people enjoying the shade.

Even with the nearby shops, business has also improved.

The most frequented is "Yue Ji", and the door is surrounded by people.

It is said that the female shopkeeper of the Yue Ji jewelry store on that day scissors a big white fish by the river.

Originally, I was just greedy for a cheap price, and I had to slaughter the stew soup and eat it.

Who knew that when the belly of the fish was opened, there was a bead the size of an egg in the belly of the fish.

I don't know what the bead is, and the surface is delicate and shiny.

The tentacles are like touching the flesh of the shellfish, moist and soft.

It is said that in the middle of the night, when no one is in the room.

You can also hear the sweet singing of a girl in the room where the bead is placed.

Anyway, the rumors are mysterious, and everyone is interested in this bead.

Wu Lingheng asked the subordinates of the Wu Mansion to go back to do things first.

I took Chu Wanxi and went down the bridge to see the excitement.

At this moment, the female shopkeeper was holding a piece of silk cloth in her hand.

With a smile in his mouth, he slowly wiped the surface of the bead.

Look at this, it's deliberately showing off.

"I'll pay eighty dollars to buy this bead." The last time I saw it at the "Big Bowl of Tea", the young man who returned from studying abroad in Japan opened his mouth to ask for a price.

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