"This little bastard is lazy again!

The man in animal skin with a pockmarked face walked out of the village, scolding and scolding in his mouth, and stretched out his hands directly to the body of the big fish that kept fluttering.

But feeling the resistance in his hand, he stared at Yan Ghost with a sneer on his face:

"What's the matter? I can't resist if I want to!"

"Brother Ma, this kid just owes a beating. ”

"Hehe, if you don't smash that, it's bad luck to put it in the house anyway!"

I saw two relatively short adult villagers coming out of the village, each holding two thick sticks in their hands, with a look of contempt.

Yan Ghost looked at the three of them, and although his eyes were full of hatred, he still endured it and put down the hand that held the gills of the fish.

After the pock-faced man snatched half a meter of fish, he didn't want to let go of the Yan ghost, and stretched out a kick to his thin body.

"Sizzle————!"

The long black and white snake suddenly curled up the snake's body, and was about to bite the pock-faced man.

was forced to attack by the Yan ghost who stood up.

The body was really damaged, and he almost let the swallow ghost plant himself in the turbulent river.

"Hey, even if you know each other, if you can't catch ten before dark, you'll feel good!"

With a smug face, Ma Face carried a half-meter-long big fish into the village, and when he looked at the long snake when he left, he was full of yin poison.

The swallow ghost watched the three of them enter the village, and then stretched out his little hand that was frozen purple and rubbed the place where it was kicked, soothing the restless long snake.

muttered:

"Dalong, bear with them first, let them look good later, and then go catch some fish. ”

These words did not reach the village, but they were heard clearly by the approaching Chu Bai, and the action that was about to appear stopped alive,

He looked at the swallow ghost lying on the ground with great interest.

"Whoop ————"

The swallow ghost hurriedly looked, but saw that there was nothing else except the splash.

I thought it was a small fish jumping by, but I didn't pay attention to it, and my attention returned to the surface of the river.

But his eyes widened suddenly, and he saw that the river was churning, which made Yan Ghost hurriedly stand up and retreat, his eyes full of worry.

The river churned more and more, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and his face was full of anxiety, as if he had decided something in his heart.

He will jump into the river to find his great dragon.

"Bang-bang-bang. ”

Fish leap to the water's edge.

No more, no less, ten big fish about one to two meters long, slapping their big tails on the shore.

The mud and river water mixed and splashed the swallow ghost.

He was a little puzzled, but when he saw the long snake named the big dragon in the river crawling ashore, he was relieved.

Without thinking much about it, with a thin body, he hurriedly held down the nearest big fish from the shore, and shouted towards the village:

"The big fish is coming, come and help!"

Immediately a noise rang out in the quiet village, led by the pock-faced man, and more than twenty men and women like savages came out in succession.

Seeing this scene, there was no need to greet at all, Qi Qi pounced on his body, and dragged the big fish into the village.

"Don't worry about it for ten days and a half months, it's still the ability of the swallow boy!"

"No, I've always thought he had the ability."

"What a noise!"

In the open space in the village, the numb-faced eyes widened, scanning the dozen or so whispering villagers, and when they saw that there was no sound, they sat back on the stone bench with satisfaction.

The thighs knocked on the second legs, intentionally or unintentionally, looking at the swallow ghost who was holding a stone knife to kill fish.

Ten big fish were quickly cleared out and hung out into the sun.

Yan Ghost wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat on the spot to rest.

didn't sit down for two seconds, and a numb face scolding sounded in his ears:

"Why don't you sit here and wait to die? Why don't you go cook quickly, I don't know that Lao Tzu is dying of hunger!"

"Brother Ma, let him rest and rest, anyway, there are so many fish caught today. ”

"That's it, that's it!"

A woman in her thirties among the villagers shouted with a smile, which was echoed by the villagers.

The numb face suddenly smiled, and stood up from the stool:

"Okay, let him rest, then you can do it!"

The villagers shook their heads for a moment, for fear that they would be asked to do things.

Seeing this, the pockmarked smile immediately tightened:

"Then what nonsense is it for Lao Tzu! Can't you let Lao Tzu do it?"

"How can you, how dare you trouble Brother Ma. Isn't there still a swallow boy!"

"That's right, these big fish all jumped up by themselves, and they can't be caught, Yan Xiaozi is going to cook the meal quickly today. ”

"Oh, I jumped on it!"

Yan Ghost seems to be a villager who has long been accustomed to such a strange yin and yang.

Ma Li stood up, led the dragon to the stone pot in the village, and skillfully lit the fire and carried water and rice.

Feeding on fish, a whole pot of fish soup keeps rolling.

As soon as it was cooked, the villagers were like zombies smelling the smell of human blood, and gathered around with simple dishes and chopsticks.

The pockmarked face was the first to come to the stone pot, not as hideous as before, but with a fake smiling face, he gave the stone bowl in his hand to the Yan Ghost first.

Yan Ghost did not hesitate, reached out to take it, took out the fish soup from the pot, didn't care about the heat, and drank it directly.

When the surrounding villagers saw Yan Ghost's behavior, they all picked up the fish soup in the pot and ate it with confidence.

Yan Ghost just wanted to get a bowl again.

The hemp face was directly snatched, and it was washed several times in the water with some disgust.

I didn't forget to shout at the swallow ghost in my mouth:

"It's all eaten, don't get out of here! These ten can't be counted, you still have to catch ten before sunset, otherwise you will feel good!"

The swallow ghost seemed to be out of control, his face was full of anger and undisguised, and even his fingers were pinched and "creaked".

Sheng Sheng pressed down his anger, his eyes revealed despair, he exhaled deeply, and let go of his fist.

Without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the village.

The rest of the smug face was eating the fish.

When the swallow ghost stepped out of the entrance of the village, there was no longer a state of slow walking under his feet, but he ran towards the river at great speed.

Ignoring the shade of the autumn water, the whole head plunged directly into the river and poured water into a big gulp.

Although his nose was choked uncomfortably, he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

It wasn't until his belly seemed to be broken that he raised his head, clasped his hand directly on his throat, and kept vomiting.

Chu Bai, who was wearing a gilded dragon pattern robe, stood behind the Yan Ghost, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The black eyes looked at the big dragon who didn't dare to move in his hand, and his lips opened slightly:

"How can you use this stupid method of damaging a thousand enemies and injuring yourself eight hundred?"

Frightened!

The sudden sound made the swallow ghost spitting out the water swallow ghost in a cold sweat!

Hurriedly turned his head to look.

Mysterious, vague figures appear in frightened black pupils.

"You! you're ...... Village Chief!!"

A memory surged in Ghost Yan's mind, and the vague figure was now standing in front of him.

I only felt that my nose was full of sourness, and the sadness not only occupied my heart, but also soaked the corners of my eyes!

It was as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Yan mongrel, you dare to poison the soup......!

"Restless!"

Before the words fell, the numb face was full of anger, and one hand hung in the air as if frozen.

As soon as the long sword in Chu Bai's hand was put down, a trace of blood flowed from his pockmarked forehead.

The bright red blood was like a straight line, first from the forehead, the tip of the nose to the abdomen, slowly emerging in perfectly cut proportions.

When Chu Bai turned his head, his numb face had already become two, and the eyeballs in half of his head were still full of anger, but he died too suddenly.

Looking at the Yan ghost with red eyes: "It will be on the shelves at twelve o'clock tomorrow, ask for a subscription!"