Chapter Twenty-Three: Death

"Good!" The simple Axia boy is like a general who has won the arrow, and there is a sudden increase in majesty.

He glanced around at the village husbands and women who gathered on both sides of the village road, coaxing them to their heart's content, laughing at them, pinching the seal with his left hand, inducing the dantian aura to infuse the meridians, and as soon as his right hand was raised, there was a cold wind, whistling from his high palm.

The wind is carrying the snow.

The snow condensed into hail the size of a pigeon's egg.

One or two hundred hailstones, swirling with the cold wind, suddenly roared and shot out.

The hail rained down like a torrential rain and struck the villagers and women on their heads, instantly distorting the wanton ridicule on their faces.

A few of the most laughing ones were hit directly into their mouths by the hailstones, and their teeth were immediately shattered.

At this time, the small team of Li Bugui and the others had already passed through the crowd, and only the little ferret was left in the morning breeze with a mighty warning: "Tell you these bastards who look down on people, my son-in-law Duoji also set the pulse last night, and Ah Xia also set three pulses!"

Hearing the words of the little ferret, the hearts of these village husbands and women who had just been beaten and were in pain trembled again.

They couldn't have imagined that Dorjee, a waste, had actually set a pulse, and the stray dog-like Ah Xia in their mouth had actually set three pulses like Young Master Lang Cang!

"Not bad, not bad!" Yesterday, the arrogant young man walked out of the gate of the Crescent Moon Farm, stood under the gatehouse, and clapped his hands and cheered in a strange manner: "Dorjee, since you have set the pulse, you can't just take your poor ghost followers to play prestige in the village, you should go to the spring ring to show it to the people of the three leagues and five villages, but you are afraid that you don't have the guts, right?!"

And those villagers who had just been given a double blow by Ah Xia, both physically and psychologically, the moment they saw the arrogant boy, it was like a leper dog with a tail suddenly saw its owner, and immediately regained its arrogance.

The villain is naturally accustomed to worshipping forces, and the psychological inertia makes them firmly believe that even if Duoji has set a pulse, even if Ah Xia and Young Master Lang Cang have also set three pulses, so what? They are far less powerful than Lang Cang and Suo Jia, so they will definitely not be the opponents of Lang Cang and Suo Jia.

So, before these scars were healed, the village women and villagers, who had already forgotten the pain, immediately shouted in a hurry: "Young Master Suojia, you have to be the master for us and seek justice for us!" ”

The little ferret scolded angrily: "You, you things, still have the face to mention the word 'justice'?" ”

"You're just trying to attack me in the ring!" Li Bugui sneered and exposed Suo Jia's scheme: "However, the price will be very high, if you are sure that you have already thought about it, then lead the way!"

"Okay, count you a little seed!" The arrogant boy playfully made a polite gesture: "Follow me!"

On a watchtower in Crescent Farm, a middle-aged man with a round face and squinting eyes, who always seemed to have a smile in his eyes, watched intently as Li Bugui and his party followed Suo Jia into the farm, and muttered: "I can't see that this kid only opens one vein, where does that confidence in him come from?" ”

"Anyway, he's here to die!" Next to the middle-aged man, a young man who was still childish, but his eyes were full of fierceness and conceit.

"The snowy proverb says: The proud falcon often misses in front of the rabbit," the middle-aged man reminded the fierce boy and said: "Cang'er, I don't want you to underestimate the enemy!"

"Hmph, what can you do to despise him?" The corners of the fierce young man's mouth pursed a sneer of disdain.

He did not want to continue on this subject, which seemed to him to be extremely boring, and with that, he turned proudly and walked down the watchtower.

"I always have to prepare more," the round-faced middle-aged man watched Lang Cang leave, his squinted pupils still smiling, and muttered to himself: "Because today, that kid from Dorjee must, must die in the ring!"

The spring beating in Qimai Village is set up on the threshing floor in the Crescent Farm.

Stands are arranged on the front of the ring, and benches are also placed on the left and right sides, while on the other side, more than a dozen donkeys, mules and other livestock are tethered.

Suojia led Li Bugui and them to the ring, pointed to the open space between the donkeys and mules, and said, "There is no place for any other place, you can only squeeze with them, there is no way, who made you late!" ”

When he said these words, Suo Jia's face was full of words, and he said that I was playing with you, what can you do? The arrogant smile.

The village husbands and women who followed diligently fulfilled their duties of flattering Suojia and falling into the well for Duoji, so they pointed at those donkeys and mules and Li Bugui and others one by one, and laughed back and forth: "The cattle are a poor match, a perfect match, this arrangement is really ingenious......

The little ferret gritted its teeth in anger, and the fluff all over its body stood up one by one, like a little hedgehog.

"Mrs. is a bully," cried the little hedgehog, "to force me to make a move myself!" ”

Everyone looked at the little ferret in confusion, not knowing what it was going to do and what it could do!

I saw this little hedgehog-like thing straighten up, one front paw crossed at the waist, the other front paw pointed to the west, and at the same time stammered something in his mouth.

The little ferret's chatter ended with a loud and long word "come".

And then, and then it's business as usual.

After a brief silence, the village women burst into laughter again.

Some even sat on the ground laughing: "It's ...... It's- this ugly little goblin, is it epilepsy? Is this what it does? Hahaha, did it attract something? Why can't I see it? Oops, what a laughing death......!"