Chapter Seventy-Eight: Whatever You Want

However, Liu Ye's wishful thinking this time was unsuccessful, and the ending of stealing chickens and rice was also something he didn't expect, but...

.......

"If that's the case, then I'll get rid of them now." As soon as I heard a little plum, my originally fair skin immediately turned a little red, and the plum blossoms dotted under my forehead seemed to be ignited in an instant.

"Don't worry.." Hua Wuyan closed her eyes slightly, her heart sank, and the more anxious she was, the more she had to stay calm.

At this time, a grinding sound not far away reached her ears, and the others also heard it.

"Hmm..."Hua Wuyan's eyes opened slightly, and her head turned in a different direction.

"Deputy Pavilion Master, the voice seems to come from that jute cloth." The guard Red Valley pointed to the place where the jute cloth was.

After speaking, she looked at Hua Wuyan's expression and understood the meaning of her acquiescence, so she took out the sword placed on her waist with a "swish", and then leaned forward slightly, and came to the place where the jute cloth was at a fast and steady speed.

The guard Bingyan helped her cover in the back, observing the shed above from time to time-

The shed was an ordinary shed, barely held up by four brown pillars, and some yellow straw covered it, thicker the further it went.

"Maybe it's just a bum?" Based on the visual environment and previous experience, this idea popped into Bingyan's mind.

But be careful.

With a "click", Honggu twisted his wrist slightly, and the sword lifted the jute cloth at a very fast speed.

Sure enough, there is really a person hidden under the jute cloth, and this person is Xian Zi's father, Xian Wu.

His black hair, which was somewhat disheveled, was covered with a lot of dust, and some of it was brought to his face.

However, his skin was still slightly delicate and fair, although some of them were long and dirty, and even a beard with some messy smell interfered with his vision, but it also obscured his difference from other vagabonds.

Xianwu, who was exposed by the provocation of the jute cloth, looked at the sword in Honggu's hand without the slightest nervousness, and even turned sideways to face Honggu's direction, and put his right leg slightly on top of his left leg.

There's something wrong with this man! Then Honggu tugged at the corners of his mouth and said lightly, "What are you doing hiding here secretly." ”

As he spoke, Honggu's gaze wandered over Xianwu's face, trying to find something......

However, no, a homeless man can be so calm, so this must be an inquirer.

So Red Valley began to pull the sword to his throat,

"Say it quickly." Her voice doubled, and her tone rose a degree, but her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Say what." Xianwu spit out a few words lightly, his face was still as casual as if he was doing anything, "If you want to kill or chop, whatever you want." ”

Anyway, Xianwu, who is backward in the family road, doesn't want to live for a long time, and the current wandering days of sleeping under the shed are different from a dog.

Wrong, even the dog is not as good, I think at the beginning, the dog at home ate all the fresh braised pork cooked in the kitchen, and what I eat now is...

Phew! It's been a terrible day.

In short, Xianwu's look of disdain is not afraid of death, and his casual disdain really stumped Honggu.

Seeing that the two subordinates had stopped at the jute cloth for so long, it seemed that there was no new step to unfold.

Hua Wuyan's heart was a little unhappy, "You can't do such a small thing, Dianmei, in the future, you have to train well..."

"Hmm." Yimei bowed her head slightly, and then followed Hua Wuyan's steps forward.