"Let's go, Lao Tu, it's been delayed for a long time, and I'm afraid that the old man will have to wait."

Cullen grasped the girl with one hand and returned the broad-backed knife to its sheath with the other, looking eager to go back immediately.

The boy began to cry again.

Fang was pinched by Lao Tu's chin, he couldn't make a sound, at this time the other party let go of his hand, the child only knew that he was afraid, so he cried loudly, crying and whimpering and calling "Mother-father-"

In his little heart, as long as his father and mother were by his side, this murderer would not dare to bully him and his sister.

Lao Tu seemed to be enraged by this cry.

For some reason, the mournful call made his expression cold, and his eyes were fixed on the crying boy like hooks.

"Mu Nahetai shouldn't be so noisy." After a long while, he said coldly, "The old man is too merciful to these dirty things. This group of cubs has forgotten the duty of Mu Nahetai. ”

"Yes, yes, Mu Nahetai is much more obedient than these Song dogs outside." Cullen nodded perfunctorily.

Lao Tu stared at the boy for a while, licked his lips suddenly, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Cullen, do you want to see the melon petal?" ”

Cullen was stunned for a moment, then he knew what he was going to do, shook his head, looked a little helpless, and after thinking for a while, he held the little girl in his hand closer.

The little girl was still stunned, her black and white eyes were dull, and the tears on her face had dried.

Cullen sighed, raised his voice and said to Lao Tu: "Then you hurry up, I'm afraid this one will be frightened, let's finish the business early." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky again and muttered, "This ghost weather, I really want to go home and bake the fire quickly." ”

With that, he smiled at the girl again, showing his yellowish teeth, and said in as soft a voice as he could:

"You are really blessed, Master Lingjia has taken a fancy to you, and when I dedicate you to his old man, I will get a lot of reward. I'll give you half a bag of grain. In the future, you will stay by the side of the old man to serve his old man, are you happy? ”

The girl was still dumbfounded, her eyes couldn't roll, and her hands and feet were softly drooping, like an idiot.

The smile on Cullen's face quickly faded, and he turned the girl up in front of him, looked it upside down, and muttered, "But don't be stupid, but don't be stupid......"

At this time, Lao Tu's arm was already raised high, and his squinted eyes were aimed at the hard ground.

"Mu Nahetai should know how to be quiet."

He spoke to the boy, in a serious and solemn tone.

At that moment, the corners of his lips that he tried his best to suppress were not curvature, but there was a trace of excitement in the depths of his eyes that was difficult to suppress.

The boy was already crying so hard that he could only sobble like a cat, but he was still kicking his little feet with all his might, as if he had a premonition of the coming fate.

The rain was pouring down, and the small cry was hidden by the wind.

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, blood spurted suddenly.

Under the leaky eaves, the headless corpse stood upright, a head "bone" rolled to the ground, the back of the shaved head was tied with pigtails, and when he turned his face, it was a pair of wide open eyes.

At this moment, there was still a strange excitement in those eyes, but soon, the widening eyes dimmed, and the blood-drenched jaw opened in vain, as if to speak, but could not make a sound.

The rain poured down, and the cold air froze all the expressions of the head, and the bare head rolled a few more times along the force of the landing, and was caught in a tattered bamboo basket.

From a distance, it looks like a melon is rolling in the bamboo basket.

"Bang", only then did the corpse of the lost head fall straight to the ground, and thick blood splattered from the empty cavity, and the blood and mud were mixed with mud, and it was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

The courtyard was dead silent.

After a few breaths, Cullen let out a terrible howl like a wolf's howl.

He threw down the girl and pounced, and picked up the big head on the ground, his eyes split.

At this moment, he didn't notice that there was no sound of the girl falling to the ground behind him, just like the boy who was thrown away by Lao Tu's corpse, he just fell under the eaves smoothly, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep, as if this storm was also favoring the young brothers, even if they were in danger, they could be safe and sound.

"What people!" Cullen's eyes were bloodshot, his expression was fierce, and one hand was already quickly reaching for his waist, holding the hilt of the knife tightly, and his mouth shouted:

"I'm Harqin, uh......"

His voice suddenly froze, as if someone had choked him.

In the next breath, the blood once again soared into the air, pouring down with the heavy rain.

Cullen's eyes bulged out, and as soon as his hand was released, the heavy head in his arms rolled back to the ground, while Cullen maintained a posture of leaning back with one hand and wrapping the other, slowly sitting on the ground, blood gushing from his throat.

He sat still, his face turning gray little by little, until he lost all his life.

There was no sound in the courtyard again, only the heavy rain was the same.

Wei Shu stood behind the window, looked at the two corpses in the courtyard, and then raised his eyes to look somewhere behind the side of the courtyard wall, and sighed.

The rain line was like a heavy curtain, which should have been endless, but before a few breaths, when Lao Tu held up the boy, the clear curtain tore a hole silently.

The line of fracture has a graceful arc, and there seems to be starlight in the trance, and between the back and forth, Lao Tu's head and body are separated.

After that, Wei Shu had to throw out the wooden thorn that he held in his hand in advance and shot through Cullen's throat.

She had just cut it out.

That blow used dark force, and the wood pierced through the throat, and even if it was shattered into slag, it was mixed up in the debris all over the ground, and it was difficult to detect.

Taking a few steps back from the window, Wei Shu held her breath and felt the breath of the pair of young brothers under the eaves from afar.

Fortunately, the little dolls were not injured, and now they are just asleep.

With another sigh, she turned back to the back room and opened a secret door in the corner.

"You're slow."

The voice and wind and rain came from outside the door, and Wei Shu seemed to hear the wailing of the male duck being stepped on by the neck.

She looked up, but instead of looking at the thin figure leaning against the corner, she stared at the arc of light that surrounded the figure.

The shrill whistling sound rose with the arc light, swirling endlessly, and the rain curtain was repeatedly cut and closed, and if you didn't look closely, you would feel that a slender hole had broken in the rain.

"Yue One Zero Three, why are you here?"

When he said this awkward and strange name, Wei Shu felt both amused and a little shocked. The former is her own amusement at the absurdity of the name, and the latter is Aquith's shock at meeting her old friend for two days in a row.