Some people are afraid of bad guys, wicked guys, villains! And what she fears most is someone who is good to her.

No matter which angle you look at, you can only see one side of the person.

So there's no need to expect to know a person completely, and you don't need to know whether it's a good person or a bad person, because good and bad are relative. If it doesn't hurt you, it's not a bad person. The people who help and care about you are the good people.

Because no matter how bad a person is, he has love in his heart, and he spoils one person and enemies the world, do you say he is good or bad?

And no matter how good a person is, as long as he doesn't love you, he is still a passerby.

Ji Zheng saw that she was silent, so he stopped asking her what she was thinking. He smiled again and said, "Let's go." ”

Walk? Where to go?

Yanxiang didn't want to go with him, but in such a situation, she didn't have a chance to slip away.

At the moment, she was hungry and only wanted to fill her stomach first.

She looked up at the mountains in the distance, and a thatched hut could be seen on the mountainside, with smoke rising from the roof.

She was a little pleased, and said with a smile, "Let's go to the mountain and have a look." ”

Ji Zheng nodded. Looking at the smoke and smiling brightly, it was like a ray of sunshine after the rain, sunny and bright.

At this time, he only thought about being with Yanxiang, it didn't matter where he went, whether he wandered the world or retreated to the mountains and forests. The rivers and lakes are chaotic, and the red dust and mundane things are all left behind. Beauty is a companion, what about the world?

There was only a trail leading to the hill at your feet, overgrown with weeds that were knee-deep. The two of them followed the path, all the way up, to the mountainside.

I really saw the thatched house. The thatched house is surrounded by bamboo fences, the body of the house is a few bamboo sticks tied up, the roof is evenly spread bunches of straw, and the wall of the house is a fan of straw that binds the bamboo poles.

The straw from the earth wrapped around the house, and it was golden in the sun. Looking up at the thick straw eaves, there will be a kind of contented warmth.

In front of the thatched hut, there is a tall plane tree, the branches of the plane tree are rough and atmospheric, and the large leaves and purple flowers at the bottom of the pot are swaying high together. It shelters the thatched hut, which is more peaceful and affectionate.

In the fence under the plane tree, a flock of chickens are leisurely pecking.

Smoke knocked lightly on the wood door and asked loudly, "Is there anyone in the house?"

After a while, the door creaked open, and an old woman came out of it tremblingly on crutches.

When the old woman saw the two of them, she looked frightened and asked, "Who are you, and what do you want to do?" ”

Her voice was old and hoarse, as if it had come from far underground.

Yanxiang stepped forward and said hello: "Old man, don't panic. We want to ......"

While Yan Xiang was talking, Ji Zheng had already come to them.

The old woman looked at Ji Zheng, pursed her lips, her mouth trembled slightly, and her face turned pale with fright like window paper.

Ji Zheng took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed it at the old woman's chest.

The cold dagger pierced into the heart of the old man = woman, and in an instant the blood gushed like a pillar. The blood splattered from the wound sprayed onto Yanxiang's face, and also splashed on Ji Zheng's face.

She let out a terrible cry of grief and fell to the ground, gasping for air. Blood, crimson blood gurgled out of her chest.

Drops of red blood ran down her body, dripping to the ground, and the blood-stained ground expanded rapidly.

Before she finished speaking, the old woman had already fallen to the ground.

Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly.

Smoke Incense's face changed in fright, and he poked there like half a piece of wood. After a burst of convulsions, she screamed, "You killed her!" You lunatic! Murderous demons! ”

Ji Zheng waved his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and a cruel smile tugged at his lips.

On the face covered with the smell of smoke and stained with blood, only two words were seen: grief and indignation.

Smoke squatted down in surprise and rage, and reached out to probe the old woman's snort. It's out of breath.

One moment, the person who was still alive has lost his life the next.

She suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and a thin cold sweat oozed from her forehead. She stroked the old woman's dead eyelids.

The old woman has no quarrel with the world on this quiet mountain, and her life is full and simple.

She regretted that she had killed her because she had come here.

Feng Nanyang said that she was destined to bring a disaster star, and sure enough, she was not wrong at all. She had never known this old woman all her life, and before she could say a word, she died.

She felt guilty, and a huge sense of guilt appeared in her heart like a whirlpool that suddenly appeared in the deep sea.

Her eyes were full of tears, she glared at Ji Zheng resentfully, and bit her trembling lips.

Ji Zheng reached out to help her up.

She suddenly made a final struggle like a stabbed beast, screaming, "Why did you kill her? ”

Ji Zheng's expression suddenly tightened, and he explained: "If you don't kill her, I'm afraid she will reveal our whereabouts." ”

His voice was cold, low and crisp.

Smoke Xiang stared at him with a pair of cold and red eyes, and a cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his heart.

The cold light in her eyes turned into two sharp swords and stabbed straight at him: "She's just an ordinary peasant woman, an old man!" ”

Ji Zheng was stunned, and said nonchalantly: "Everyone is dead." What's the use of you saying that again. ”

The clear eyes of the smoke suddenly shrank, and the hatred in the eyes continued unabated. She said coldly: "One day, I will kill you with my own hands." ”

Ji Zheng's deep voice was joking: "It depends on whether you have the ability to do this." ”

Yanxiang knew that she couldn't deal with Ji Zheng now, so she wrote down these accounts. She was so hungry that she gurgled as if her stomach was fighting inside.

However, she didn't care about looking for food, but was busy dealing with the old woman's aftermath first.

In the end, it was Ji Zheng who helped the cigarette incense bury the old woman.

Yanxiang has always been strong and optimistic, and despite the grief in her heart, she is still able to face life with a smile.

She is like a boundless water overflowing a clump of life-loving grass, it crawls intelligently on the earth, and after the water, the sun shines, and it can still grow vigorously upward!

After dealing with the old woman's funeral, Smoke Incense walked into the thatched house.

The interior of the hall is very shabby, with a pile of straw piled on the floor against the wall. The side near the door is filled with pots and chopsticks. On the other side was a small stove, the fire in which had been extinguished. There was also a door in the wall that led to the inner room, which must have been a bedroom.

Nothing else.

In the yard outside the door, Ji Zheng caught a chicken, was busy plucking feathers and disemboweling the chicken.

Hungry and tired and sleepy, she sat down on the pile of straw and soon fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, she saw Ji concentrating on the fire and roasting the chicken.

She stared at the flames. I wonder if the elder brother will come to her? I wonder if the senior brother can find her?

Let her stay with a perverted old man like Ji Zheng, she is crazy. Although he did not hurt her. But as soon as she remembered that Ji Zheng was killing people in front of her, she couldn't help but feel sick from the bottom of her heart.

At this time, the chicken is already roasted, and the meat is fragrant. Ji Zheng hurriedly covered the flames with grass ash, tore off a chicken leg, and walked to the cigarette incense.

He handed the chicken leg to Yanxiang, squatted in front of her and smiled, "Yanxiang, eat." Only when you have eaten enough will you have the strength to hate me. ”

Smoke glanced at him, reached out to pick up the chicken leg, and couldn't wait to nibble on it.

She hates Ji Zheng, but she won't get along with her stomach.

Ji Zheng smiled. Looking at the appearance of cigarette incense, few women can eat without regard for their image like this, and few women are as heartless as her.

Ji Zheng's love for her is a little more.