As the head of a village, the head of Tamura's family conditions are no more than that, and he doesn't even have a decent weapon.

Su Nian was extremely disappointed, and used a kitchen knife to make up two knives on the backs of the two.

He didn't find the weapon he had at the village chief's house, so Su Nian turned around and went to Grandma Wang's house.

Grandma Wang's crutches look good in quality, and she should be able to get a headshot with a cane.

Half an hour later, half of her lost face and eyeballs were restored, and although they still looked terrifying, at least her face did not drip blood downward, and two eyeballs had a wider field of vision than one.

Grandma Wang, who lived near the village chief's house, passed by the widow Liu Fang's house, and Su Nian faintly smelled the smell of food coming from inside.

The door wasn't closed, and she looked inside.

Liu Fang was not alone in the family, and another widow, Yang Fen, was standing in front of the earthen stove and was busy.

She wore the most modest gray cloth shirt, her not very supple hair was wrapped in a red cloth towel behind her head, the fire was burning in the earthen stove, and a layer of sweat was soaked from her lacquered forehead, so she raised her hand and wiped it with her cuffs.

"Ah Fang, there aren't many chili peppers at home, save some use."

Looking back and smiling, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and his voice and smile are gentle.

Liu Fang smiled and said, "Hey": "I knew you couldn't eat spicy, so I washed one." ”

Yu Guang inadvertently swept to the door to see the lively Su Nian, she beckoned: "Xiao Nian come over to eat together?" ”

Su Nian was not polite, and walked straight in to look at the rare earthen stove curiously.

"Sister, what are we going to eat?"

Yang Fen brought a pair of chopsticks and said softly: "The potatoes stewed in the pot and the taro burned in the fire." ”

Burnt taro, she hasn't eaten it for a long time.

She and Jiang Yuhuai are not rich, especially after Jiang Yuhuai is sick, every penny has to be spent on the blade.

Yang Fen couldn't help but laugh at the look in her eyes, she found a fire hook, bent down and fished out a piece of dusty taro.

She dragged the taro with clean leaves and handed it to Su Nian: "Hot, be careful, go there and sit and eat, it's not enough to ask me again." ”

"Okay."

The taro was also very hot against the leaves, and the scorching temperature passed through the leaves to the fingertips, and the hot Su Nian kept pouring his hands.

She quickly sat down on the stool, threw the taro on the table and blew on her fingers.

Liu Fang laughed and teased her, she didn't talk much, most of them were Yang Fen looking for a topic, eating quietly, occasionally looking up at them cooking, and experiencing the feeling of quiet years in a thriller game.

Su Nian put the remaining half of the taro with leaves, and saw that each of them had a bowl of boiled potato cubes: "Don't you eat taro?" ”

Yang Fen whispered: "You have the last piece in your hand." ”

Su Nian's breathing was imperceptible, and he raised a smile: "Thank you, sister." ”

Liu Fang and Yang Fen have a good relationship, and since the men in the family have supported each other since they joined the army, life is not too difficult.

Kind nature,Usually take care of the elderly and children in the village。

Before Su Nian left, while the two of them were talking and laughing and washing the dishes, he "inadvertently" walked away the axe by the wall.

As for Grandma Wang's crutches......

It doesn't matter if she is on crutches or not, the main thing is that she is a quality person, and the old man is already pitiful enough to make her difficult life worse.

Su Nian held half a taro in one hand, dragged a rusty axe in the other, and wandered around the village humming an out-of-tune tune.

Everywhere he passed, a scratch was left on the uneven ground.

Yang Zhihui came to give Liu Fang chili peppers according to Grandma Wang's request, and halfway through saw the woman walking towards him.

She smiled with a smile on her face, but she carried an axe in her hand, like a killing Buddha, who could take people's lives with a smile.

【Ding! Thrill +20]

Yikes!

A small leek was delivered to the door.

Su Nian tilted his head slowly, the smile on the corner of his mouth expanded, and he chased Yang Zhihui's escape with his steps.

She moved leisurely and casually, but she always followed behind Yang Zhihui not far away, like a cat teasing a mouse, giving him a sense of oppression.

Yang Zhihui's heart jumped to his throat, even though he knew that the NPC would not kill him without triggering the death condition, but in the face of this situation of being chased by the NPC with an axe, there was no way to turn a blind eye!

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and the axe made a "stab" sound on the ground.

He was in a trance for a moment, his steps behind him were suddenly messy, the sound of footsteps was close at hand, and the wind blew through his neck, as if he was about to cut off his head in the next second.

Yang Zhihui swallowed his saliva, his throat was dry as if he had swallowed a needle, and he turned his stiff neck to turn around.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the woman reflected in his pupils was only one step away from him, and the blade of the axe swung down from the side, straight to his chest!

Under the threat of death, he unconsciously closed his eyes.

Puff –

A blunt object slashed through the flesh, blood splattered out like a burst faucet, and a rain of blood fell, staining large swaths of the land red.

Yang Zhihui's eyes were closed, his eyelids reflected a pale red under the sun, and there was an intermittent warm touch on his face.

The basket he was carrying in his hand was sagging, and something heavy had fallen into it.

The expected pain did not come, and he opened his trembling eyelids and saw the dead head in the basket.

The woman who had been chasing him was standing not far away, the axe in her hand dyed a brilliant red, but her smile was even more difficult to ignore.

She threw the axe to the ground, raised her hand holding half a piece of taro high, and lifted her headless body with the other hand.

She is not tall, and her thin arms and legs seem to be able to break with a little force, but it doesn't take much effort to lift the fat Liu matchmaker.

Mrs. Liu's legs dragged on the ground, drops of blood smashed down her empty neck to the ground, and the woman slowly walked towards him.

- Smack!

- Smack!

Yang Zhihui couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the sound of his heart beating, the sound of blood dripping, or the sound of her footsteps landing.

She grabbed Mrs. Liu's collar, grinned abruptly, and fell into Yang Zhihui's arms with a gentle flick of her fat body.

Yang Zhihui's scalp was numb in an instant, and he hurriedly caught the corpse of Mrs. Liu, and suffered a violent impact from Mrs. Liu, and it took a few steps to barely stand firm.

The basket fell to the ground, and the head inside rolled a few times to Su Nian's feet, and she gently lifted her foot and kicked it into the surrounding haystack like a football.

Yang Zhihui's throat was tight, as long as he lowered his head, he could see the cavities and green veins buried under the blood when he looked down.

The sticky smell of blood almost suffocated him, and he even felt that his brain was covered with blood, so he didn't push it away but caught it at the first time!

Yang Zhihui reacted and pushed away Mrs. Liu, who was pressing on his body, and instead knelt down and bent over to stroke his stomach: "Vomit-"