And after saying that after the flower went back, he stayed in his house for a while, was depressed, and cried for a while. Of course, others don't know, but Haohua is like a mirror in his heart, his hand was touched by the dog master when he was playing cards, and he couldn't think about it for a while, and he had nowhere to vent, so he had to cry to the sky. Good flowers have always been men and women do not kiss as the criterion of life, playing cards is fashionable and to wear gloves, in order to be afraid of others touching, so that they can't think of it. At this time, he was touched by the dog master and others for no reason, and wanted to seek revenge, but he knew that he was invincible, and it was impossible to be magnanimous, so he had to wash his face with tears.

At this time, after dinner, Haohua went out of the house alone and squatted under an old tree, and there was still a land temple under this old tree. It is not a small courage to be a good flower, and he dares to get along with the land temple alone, and he cries for it, and wants to move the gods in such a way, and wants to make those who touch their hands receive the punishment they deserve.

At this time, I really want to cut off my hand, since I was touched by the dog master, why do I still exist in the world? If it weren't for the fear of pain, Haohua would have really done this, but when I think of my children, without these hands, how can I rub the laundry, and how to cook three meals?

Thinking of this, the good flower must not regenerate this thought, not only can it not be cut off, but it should be well maintained, so that it can play the responsibility of protection, otherwise, will it not become a person who has committed the most evil in the family? Haohua stayed in this land temple and cried for a while, presumably the land grandfather should have known his misfortune, so after wiping away his tears, he quietly left.

Of course, although the hands can not be cut off, and this washing should also be clean, good flowers at this time to the river, alone and constantly scrubbing, weekdays are quite reluctant to use laundry detergent, and at this time, in order to make their hands can be clean and dirty, they do not hesitate to use a whole pack of laundry detergent. After washing by the river all night, when the morning dawn came, when I looked at this hand again, it was already so white and beautiful, and the dirt left on it seemed to be gone, right?

Even so, after returning to her own house, the pain in her heart has not been eliminated, so she sits on this patio with tears rippling, as if she has suffered a great injustice. The good flower husband saw it in his eyes at this time, of course, he was also a kind person, and he would never fight with people for some trivial things on weekdays, but at this time, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he yelled, drew a knife and rushed out of the house, desperate to run somewhere. With such momentum, Lin Chong of the Fengxue Mountain Temple is nothing more than that, but he doesn't know who to beat, and if the person who was beaten sees him like this, wouldn't he have to be scared to death?

The husband of the good flower didn't go elsewhere, but he went straight to the door of Shaoqiu's house, all of this must be thanks to Shaoqiu, not that he molested his woman, why did his good flower cry so sadly?

It is said that he can carry thousands of pounds of stones, and he has seen two buffaloes fighting, and others dare not look at them, and his husband sees a cow looking pitiful, and he still persuades. He grabbed the horns of a bull with his thick right hand, and then joined forces with both hands, so that he held a horn in his left and right hands and twisted it to the ground, which saved the life of the lost cow and escaped at that time. And after turning the ox down, he let go for a while, and the ox got up, and for a moment he was not convinced, and he wanted to seek revenge, but when he heard the angry roar of the good husband, he did not dare to come forward, and swept past him with his head down, and fled like the wind.

For this reason, good flowers are in deserted villages, generally speaking, no one dares to provoke, even if it is a dog master and the like, he must respect three points when he sees it.

However, when he learned that his woman was molested by Shaoqiu, this was of course a rumor of a small man, but it made Haohua's husband really believe it, and he was furious for a while, and he drew a knife and ran out of his house, wanting to deal with Shaoqiu like a buffalo. What's more, Haohua's husband still has a knife in his hand at this time, and if he goes down with this knife, Shaoqiu's life will be worried, but no one will persuade Haohua's husband. Shaoqiu stayed in a deserted village, for the villagers, it was also a big scourge, reading at a daily price, it was unbearable, and it seemed that he was uneducated, such a person, what use did he want?

Let's say that Shaoqiu stayed in his room that night, although it was March, the shadows of the flowers trembled gently in the moonlight, and a fragrance drifted with the wind, making this room once warm and lovely. In such a night, Shaoqiu didn't dare to go out, and the people in the deserted village treated themselves unfriendly, and when they saw themselves, they either beat or scolded, so why did they have to go out? Only if you stay in your own room, although the windows are broken, they are still windows, and the wind can come in, but the rain definitely cannot.

When he was tired from studying, Shaoqiu still had to stand up, and then paced in his room, listening to the sound of running water, and where there was an angry roar, it was terrifying. Although it is March, and his illness has not yet recovered, and the fields on this mountain are already barren, if he does not cultivate them, he will definitely have no harvest in the coming year. Thinking of this, Shaoqiu's face rippled with tears, and at this time, the wind patted on the window lattice, but it seemed to comfort his helplessness and helplessness.

In the night, there are people in the deserted village who are constantly laughing, and the voice of a girl is coming, the world is still so beautiful, and everything can be said to be nothing for me. And a flower branch, under the blowing of the wind, swayed gently, knocking on the window lattice from time to time, and the rustling sound was really quite charming. Although this is like a beautiful woman beckoning to herself, but at this time, apart from coughing, what else is there that God has given her?

Shaoqiu couldn't help but shake his head gently, looking at his thin figure, thinking about it in the future, can he still deal with the gangsters and others with such a thin body, can it not be frightening? Alas, let's talk about it later, for now, we should find a way to manage our illness, otherwise, how to deal with a good field on the mountain?

At this time, Shaoqiu heard an angry roar outside, and the sound was loud enough to make the house where he lived tremble, and for a moment it was as if there had been a great earthquake, which was terrifying. Moreover, the roar was getting closer and closer, and from time to time it came to the door of Shaoqiu's house, as if someone was standing, and a big knife slashed at the door of Shaoqiu's house. The blade came in through the door, and the tip of the knife was extremely sharp, not only that, but there were also blood dripping from the tip of the knife, and one drop after another fell in Shaoqiu's house, and the situation was terrifying.

"Get out!" The person outside the door, to be precise, the man of good flowers, roared so violently.

Shaoqiu was so frightened that he coughed again, but if he didn't open the door of this house, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to do it, and this good man might still have to break this door, and he would have no money to repair it at that time, how would he guard against thieves? Shaoqiu had no choice but to go out, and when she looked at it, she realized that the person who came was none other than the husband of the good flower.

As soon as he saw Shaoqiu, Haohua's husband stepped forward with a knife, and wanted to cut Shaoqiu's head, but Shaoqiu of course didn't dare to stay outside at this time, so he quickly shrank into the house, and then pressed the door of the house with his back, and he must not let it open, otherwise, would he still have his life? The husband of Haohua was in a hurry to kick the door at this time, and he was about to break the door, and his life was in danger, if there was no help to come, his life would end here.

"Brains, you hit someone's door like that?" A voice suddenly appeared, and as soon as he heard this voice, Shaoqiu was overjoyed, he was fine, at least he wouldn't die.

"Didn't he bully you?" The good flower husband asked.

"Bully your braincase!" The good flower replied.

Seeing this, Haohua's husband put away the knife and no longer stayed in front of the door of this young autumn house, but when he left, he still had to take a sip.

Shaoqiu closed the door of the house, staying in this room at this time, as if his dignity was damaged to the extreme, but there was nothing he could do, he was a scholar, how could he be the opponent of such a gangster-like strongman?