On the stone bridge.

Wen Xingxing clapped his hands happily, "I've completed the task." ”

Wen Xingxing walked towards the bridge, and he jumped up and down because he was so happy.

"This task is so easy, I thought I was going to die, but it turned out that nothing happened, haha. ”

When I was about to reach the bridge, I accidentally fell off the shoe in my hand.

Bang!

The pressure on the stone bridge suddenly hit, and Wen Xingxing lay on the stone bridge.

His painful look contrasted sharply with his previous joy.

The shoes are not far from the arm.

Wen Xingxing desperately reached out to grab it.

The pressure was too strong, and Wen Xingxing's movement of stretching his arm was too difficult.

Finally, Wen Xingxing grabbed the shoes.

Call......

Wen Xingxing's head was pressed against the stone bridge, and he gasped, "Damn, it can really kill people." ”

Frightened, Wen Xingxing got up and ran out of the bridge.

"Ouch. ”

Wen Xingxing bumped into a person, and he threw his head up.

Lying on the ground, after Wen Xingxing saw that it was Song Tianxing, he scolded, "Turtle son, why are you bumping into Lao Tzu?"

"It's a stupid son who is hitting your father and me. Song Tianxing squatted down and looked at Wen Xingxing interestingly, "Stupid son, what are you doing on the stone bridge?"

"Son's father?"

Wen Xingxing got up and left.

"Where's your steamed bun?" Song Tianxing asked.

"I was eaten by your father. Wen Xingxing didn't look back.

"Stupid son, don't brag about it. ”

Song Tianxing said: "You can't recognize it as Mr. Wen's steamed bun when you are a father, if you dare to eat it, I will call you father." ”

"The turtle son doesn't call his father, and it's not uncommon for a father to be a father. ”

Wen Xingxing replied.

"Tell me where the steamed buns were?"

Song Tianxing snorted, "What are you doing at Shiqiao?"

"Turtle son, you don't have to worry about what your father and I do!"

Wen Xingxing pointed at Song Tianxing, "If you follow me again, I will tell Duan Mosheng that you squatted on the wall of his house." ”

Hearing this, Song Tianxing was taken aback, "How did the stupid son know?"

"I don't know your mind yet, Daddy?"

Wen Xingxing warned: "Follow me again, I'll find Duan Mosheng, don't think I don't dare." ”

Song Tianxing stood still, his face was very gloomy.

Moreover, he couldn't figure it out, he went at night and was sneaky, how could Wen Xingxing know?

Wen Xingxing went to the backyard of his husband's house, and he stood outside the yard.

"Done?"

Mr. Wen asked in the courtyard.

"Yes, Mr. Wen. ”

Wen Xingxing asked, "Mr. Wen, where is Tian Ermiao? I see that he was beaten so badly." ”

"Beaten ......"

Mr. Wen frowned, "A generation of witch gods is alive and well, but ......"

Mr. Wen smiled, "After Tian Ermiao ate the steamed buns, I think that the next generation of witch gods will be in trouble." ”

"Mr. Wen, are you going back tomorrow?" Wen Xingxing shouted.

"Go, you have to go every day from now on, but, you remember, don't let anyone know except your sister. Mr. Wen said.

"Okay, Mr. Wen, but ......"

Wen Xingxing said: "Mr. Wen, Song Tianxing has been following me, and just now he asked me where the steamed buns went." ”

"How do you answer?" Mr. Wen's eyes narrowed.

"I said that I was eaten, of course he didn't believe it, and he wanted to ask, so I threatened him, and he didn't dare. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Wen let out an "oh", "How did you threaten him?"

He crouched on the wall of Duan Merson's house. Wen Xingxing said.

"Squatting on the wall of the demon's house, what is this kid going to do?" Mr. Wen pondered.

Wen Xingxing said: "I know Song Tianxing very well, I know what kind of fart he is when he pouts, so he was sneaky that night, I knew that something was wrong, so I followed quietly behind, but I didn't expect to see him jump on the wall of Duan Mosheng's house." ”

"What did he do there?" asked Mr. Wen.

"I don't know, it's the mouth of the dragon and phoenix, I didn't dare to stay longer. Wen Xingxing said.

"You're doing a great job. ”

Mr. Wen said: "Tomorrow morning, you get up early to deliver steamed buns to Tian Ermiao." ”

"Yes, Mr. Wen, then I'm leaving. ”

"Let's go. ”

Mr. Wen took out the dry tobacco pouch and smoked it.

He was thinking about Wen Xingxing's words.

Song Tianxing lingered in front of Wen Xingxing's house for a while, then walked away and walked towards the center of the town.

Wen Xingxing returned home and showed off in front of his sister, and was praised by Wen Ningyan, and Wen Xingxing was very happy.

Under the sacred tree, the blind man was pulling the erhu as before.

However, he was somewhat absent-minded.

"Calculate the time, the whole body is about to change color, and the next thing is to extract the fairy qi, Mr. Wen, I have to thank you for your dedication to the town, you made Tian Ermiao have a sense of dependence on your steamed buns, tsk, it's really a good way." ”

The blind man seemed to be pleased, so he played a cheerful tune.

Song Tianxing sat not far away, he looked at the lake, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

In a dry well.

The gray-black has spread to the shoulders.

Tian Ermiao still can't think of any way.

The witch god watched from the sidelines, and he felt funny.

"Don't bother with it, just enjoy the rest of your physical life with peace of mind. ”

The witch god spoke.

Tian Ermiao looked at him coldly.

The witch god's body floated to the side.

"How much do you know about the town?"

Tian Ermiao said: "How much do you know about Mr. Wen and the blind man?"

"I can answer you that. The witch god said: "Mr. Wen is an extremely hypocritical person, and he is a narrow-minded person, once, he and the great elder of the Liuhe Sect fell in love with a woman at the same time, and he couldn't get that woman, so he killed that woman, so that he couldn't get anything else. ”

Hearing this, Tian Ermiao's eyes narrowed, "The Great Elder and Mr. Wen still have such a festival......?

Tian Ermiao's doubts became even heavier.

"What about the blind man?" Tian Ermiao asked.

"It was a terrible person, very, very scary. "Wu Shen Dao.

"What's so scary?" Tian Ermiao asked again.

"You think, the guy who can pick out his own eyeballs, isn't it scary?"

Wu Shen said: "In this world, what is cruel to oneself is called true cruelty." ”

He felt that his eyes affected him to see the world clearly, so he did not hesitate to deduct the two eyeballs, tsk. ”

The witch god thought for a moment and said, "However, I have to say that he is admirable. ”

"Admiration, do you admire him?" Tian Ermiao looked at the witch god in confusion.

The witch god nodded, "Not only do I admire, but people from the outside world also admire me." ”

"The blind man can give up everything for the sake of others, think about it, what cultivator is not selfish? Although I am the witch god of the White God Sect, I still have to admire what others can do but I can't. ”

(End of chapter)