Ren Jianshe was shocked, his knife was aimed at Ren Zhenjun's neck and cut off. Ren Zhenjun didn't dodge or dodge, wasn't he looking for death? Ren Jianjian's strength had been exhausted, and it was simply impossible to withdraw the kitchen knife. He could only twist his wrist as best he could, changing the direction of the blade of the kitchen knife.

However, the blade of the kitchen knife inevitably slashed over Ren Zhenjun's shoulder, cutting through his thick cotton clothes and cutting off a piece of meat on his shoulder. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking Ren Zhenjun's clothes on the side of the wound.

"Bear child, are you really chopping? He's your uncle. Ren Zhenhe rushed up, snatched the kitchen knife from Ren Jianjian's hand, and kicked him to the ground with a fierce kick, and several kicks in succession, none of which were merciful.

Ren Jianshe was lying on the ground on all fours, his eyes were dull, and he didn't seem to beat Ren Zhenhe as if it wasn't on him.

If it wasn't for the fact that he finally forcibly changed the direction of the kitchen knife just now, now, Uncle Ren Zhenjun, his head should be spinning on the ground like a spinning top.

If the head is lost, the person will not live. Such a simple truth, it is impossible for the uncle not to know. Since he knew, why didn't he stay away? It shows that he is not afraid of death. At the moment when his kitchen knife was cut down, Ren Jianshe clearly remembered that Uncle Ren Zhenjun didn't even blink his eyes.

I'm not afraid of death, what else is the uncle afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight with Du Yimin's bastard?

Ren Jianshe couldn't figure it out, even if he wanted to break his brain, he couldn't figure it out.

What the hell is going on.

When Ren Zhenhe pounced on Ren Jianshe and scolded Ren Jianshe and punched and kicked him, the rest of the people also swarmed up, some hurriedly treated Ren Zhenhe's injuries, and some went to pull Ren Zhenhe. In short, the scene was chaotic.

"Shut up for me, and let the old man rest in peace?" Ren Zhenjun shouted in a deep voice.

The noise in the courtyard came to an abrupt end.

"Zhenhe, Zhenting, and a few of you, we will keep a wake tonight. Tomorrow, please arrange for Uncle Chao Sheng to deliver the letter. We sent my father to the ancestral grave. Ren Zhenjun said.

"Alas, that's the only way, but, Zhenjun, you'd better go to the hospital to see your injury first. Don't get infected. Also, Zhenjun, think twice before you act. People cannot be resurrected after death, but those who are alive still have to live. The old man, known as Uncle Chaosheng, looked at Ren Zhenjun with complicated eyes and said earnestly.

"Uncle Chaosheng, don't worry, don't you know what kind of person I am?" Ren Zhenjun looked at Ren Chaosheng and said.

"That's good, I'll arrange tomorrow's affairs. After Ren Chaosheng finished speaking, he said to the people who were still watching: "Everyone go to rest early, and come over early tomorrow morning to help." Young people get up early to deliver letters. ”

The courtyard of Ren Zhenting's house fell silent, and all the sounds seemed to be frozen by the cold air of a winter night.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Mo Xiaochuan and the others ended the dinner. After sending everyone away. Mo Xiaochuan and the others also returned to their home in Xinzhen.

Although the house had just been built, there was a purification array and a fire melting array laid by Mo Xiaochuan, so when Mo Xiaochuan and the others returned home from Wanggu County, the new house was inhabited.

Mo Xiaochuan arranged Wu Qiang, Yin Changrui, and Chihu in the courtyard behind, and he lived in the same courtyard with several daughters and Mo Xiaoshan and Mo Hongjun and Ren Sumei.

"You said, so many incredible things have happened today, my son has a chance, and I have a daughter-in-law who was worried about our hanging, and I have lived in a house that I have never dared to think about in my life, and I sleep in a bed that our family can't buy before, why am I still so panicked in my heart? I always want to cry happily. Sitting on the bed, Ren Sumei said to Mo Hongjun.

"Su Mei, I've really suffered you all these years, if it weren't for the child, I wouldn't have been able to give you such a life for the rest of my life. The reason why you feel bored and want to cry out should be because of the grievances accumulated over the years, and you want to vent it. Mo Hongjun lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth and analyzed.

"I didn't feel wronged. In short, I feel very uncomfortable. Ren Sumei shook her head and said.

"That's when you're not feeling well, I'll ask Xiaochuan to show you. Xiaochuan's ability to see a doctor is much better than those doctors in the county. The patients he saw were all wealthy officials. I'm going to call Ogawa to show you. Mo Hongjun said, got off the bed, put on his clothes and was about to go out.

"The Red Army, forget it, it's just that it's not a big problem. Maybe it scared me by what happened this morning, plus I was too tired today. Don't call Ogawa anymore, if it's still like this tomorrow morning, let Ogawa take a look. Go to sleep, it's not early. Ren Sumei said with a strong heart.

"Can you stand it, your own son, what else is there to be polite?" Mo Hongjun stopped, turned around and asked Ren Sumei.

"It's okay, it's going to be better. Maybe it'll be nice to get some sleep. Ren Sumei said.

"That's okay, if you can't stand it, hurry up, I'll call Xiaochuan. Mo Hongjun said, returned to the bed, and lay down.

After Mo Xiaochuan took a bath, he meditated cross-legged on the bed, but he couldn't calm down. Mo Xiaochuan thought that it was Ren Sumei's matter today, and he ignored the fear factor left behind, anyway, now, meditation and cultivation will not play much role for him, so he simply pulled the quilt, covered his head, and went to sleep.

In Yanling Township, in a box of "That Night KTV", Du Yimin held a wheat in his hand, pulled his throat, howled like a ghost crying wolf, and gave the little girl next to him a fragrant kiss from time to time.

Du Yimin's loyal follower and military advisor Gou Wanyi was very serious, sitting on the sofa like a sculpture, looking at Du Yimin with a serious and solemn expression, as if Du Yimin was his god. This made the little singer who was with him very bored. secretly scolded Gou Wanyi in his heart for being a wooden man.

Du Yimin finally finished a song.

"Wow, Du Gongzi's song is so good, it's even better than the original song. People should reward Du Gongzi well. The little sister who sang with her picked up a grape in her hand, carefully peeled off the skin, and fed it into Du Yimin's mouth.

The other accompanying singers naturally won't let go of this opportunity to be close to Du Yimin, so all kinds of flattery and meaty love words blurted out one after another.

Even Gou Wanyi cracked his mouth vigorously, showed a very flattering smile, and said: "Childe is really talented, a song makes Wanyi immersed in it, and he is unwilling to extricate himself." Really, this song should only exist in heaven, and it must be heard a few times in the world. ”

(End of chapter)