Xie Ren was in pain, pain and anger.

When he opened his mouth, he habitually wanted to scold Xie Zhaodi, but when he raised his head and saw Xie Zhaodi's eyes looking down at him, he suddenly froze in place.

For a while, he even forgot about the residual pain between his legs.

Those eyes were too terrifying, like a demon crawling out of hell, fierce and sharp, Xie Ren looked at it, and suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart.

"Why didn't Xie Ren move, it couldn't be that he was killed by his sister's kick, right?"

"No, Xie Zhaodi is as respectful to her younger brother as she is to her ancestors, where is she willing to kick it to waste, I think Xie Ren's wine bag and rice bag are too empty, and he was kicked by a girl for half a life."

Those neighbors who watched the excitement saw that Xie Ren had been sleeping in the puddle and couldn't get up, and thought that something was wrong with him, so they actually talked about it in front of him.

When did Xie Ren lose such a big face, although he didn't have much ability, he was very good-looking, but now he was watched by these people like monkeys, which made Xie Ren's donkey face instantly turn into a pig's liver color.

Isn't that right? Xie Ren was suddenly shocked in his heart.

How could he be frightened by Xie Zhaodi, an honest country stupid woman, and how would he behave in the future if this was spread?

Niang Xipi, Xie Zhaodi is itchy skin, and he dares to pretend in front of him, he almost believed in Xie Zhaodi's evil just now.

This Xie Zhaodi didn't know what kind of madness he was smoking today, but he dared to yell at him, the only seedling of the Xie family, and even started to be vicious.

Whatever he said, he also wanted to give Xie Zhaodi a little color today.

So that she can see clearly who is the boss of the Xie family.

Thinking of this, Xie Ren's cold eyes like poisonous snakes stared at the bamboo pole used to carry water in the yard.

Maybe it was because Xie Ren was beaten too hard, and his hands and feet were never too flexible, so he actually jumped up quickly, rushed to the bucket in a few steps, and pulled out the flat pole that was still hanging on the bucket.

Then he was majestic and high-spirited, and rushed to Xie Zhaodi's side with a flat shoulder.

At this time, Xie Zhaodi's mind sounded again with the mechanical voice of milk cuteness that she had heard earlier:

[The system detects that there is a bad guy who wants to attack the host, the system has automatically turned on the defense function, and your body will automatically fight back after a while, please don't worry about the host.] 】

Again? Xie Zhaodi was sure that she had heard correctly, that voice came from her head.

What the hell is going on?

Xie Zhaodi was very confused.

Could it be that the blow she suffered in her previous life was too great, so she had a problem with her brain and had auditory hallucinations?

Before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly noticed that her feet had taken a step back and put on a defensive posture ready to kick.

This is not what Xie Zhaodi thought of herself.

Thinking of the kick that kicked Xie Ren earlier, Xie Zhaodi couldn't help but have a flash of inspiration in her mind.

Don't........

Does this rebirth come with its own benefits?

It's just that now Xie Zhaodi has no time to think about it, because Xie Ren's flat shoulder has already smashed down on Xie Zhaodi's thin shoulder.

"Mom, don't hit Mom!" Behind him came a round milk voice, full of worry.

Xie Zhaodi's heart warmed, she was not good to Yuanyuan at all, but this daughter still instinctively loved her, an unqualified bad mother.

When the flat pole fell, Xie Zhaodi had already felt that her right foot was suddenly full of strength, and she could already imagine that if this kick was kicked out smoothly, Xie Ren might be even more miserable than if she had just fallen.

It's just that Xie Zhaodi's feet didn't come in handy this time.

Because when Xie Ren had just hit him, Cheng Jingshen had already appeared behind Xie Ren, and he grabbed Xie Ren's neck from behind and knocked Xie Ren to the ground.

[Danger removed.] Xie Zhaodi felt that the full sense of strength on her feet disappeared in an instant, and she didn't have time to adapt to her feet, and she almost didn't stand firm.

In the courtyard, Cheng Jingshen pressed on Xie Ren's body, and his fist fell on Xie Ren's long face of hatred like raindrops.

Xie Zhaodi and Xie Ren quarreled in the courtyard for a long time, but Cheng Jingshen was silent.

Not because he didn't want to speak, but because he really didn't know what to say.

He had never seen Xie Zhaodi so abnormal.

If Xie Ren hadn't picked up the flat pole to beat Xie Zhaodi, Cheng Jingshen might have been standing at the gate of the courtyard, just watching this scene from a distance like other onlookers.

However, Cheng Jingshen would not watch Xie Ren beat Xie Zhaodi, Xie Zhaodi did so many excessive things to him and his daughter, and he never moved a finger against Xie Zhaodi.

How can he tolerate others doing it to him?

When he knocked Xie Ren down and saw Xie Ren's insatiable face, the forbearance and anger in his heart poured out like a tide for a while.

The long-term depression and fatigue made Cheng Jingshen so depressed that he was almost out of breath.

The moment he knocked Xie Ren down, Cheng Jingshen was very happy, he simply didn't do anything, and vented all his depression, dissatisfaction, and exhaustion on Xie Ren.

He thought that if he didn't care about Cheng so much, he would beat Xie Ren to death, and Xie Zhaodi would definitely make trouble with him.

For the sake of family harmony, he always forbears and always retreats, but this time he found an opportunity to vent, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The blood under the fist splashed on Cheng Jingshen's face little by little, and he didn't even notice it.

But those who watched the excitement were afraid, afraid of causing death, and rushed in one after another to open Cheng Jingshen.

"Teacher Cheng, you can't fight anymore, if you fight again, you will die!"

Those people hugged Cheng Jingshen tightly in the middle, afraid that Cheng Jingshen would continue to beat people, and afraid that Xie Ren would stand up and retaliate against Cheng Jingshen.

Xie Ren's face was covered in blood, swollen like a pig's head, and his body collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, and no one cared about it.

When Xie Ren and Xie Zhaodi quarreled before, those neighbors just watched the excitement, and none of the people who persuaded them to fight appeared.

Now that Cheng Jingshen is beating Xie Ren, these people rushed in one go.

Xie Zhaodi smiled bitterly in her heart, thinking that the Xie family was really an existence that everyone hated in this village, and the character of the Xie family, the dog had to shake his head when he saw it.

If there is infighting in a family with a bad reputation like theirs, it is equivalent to a dog biting a dog, and naturally no one will care about their family's affairs.

On the other hand, Cheng Jingshen is different, he is the gentleman of the village school, he is sincere and gentle on weekdays, and no one will look at his affairs coldly.

In her previous life, Xie Zhaodi didn't care about these at all, she was really blind to such a good man as Cheng Jingshen.

Looking at it now, Xie Zhaodi found out that her daughter and husband were the ones who were really good to her.

Obviously, she treats her daughter badly, but her daughter feels sorry for her and is afraid that she will be beaten, obviously she chills Cheng Jingshen's heart, but Cheng Jingshen will still rush up when she is bullied.

Unconsciously, Xie Zhaodi's eyes were moist, in her previous life, she was really blinded by lard and was extremely confused.

couldn't help it, Xie Zhaodi had already walked to Cheng Jingshen's side step by step.

Cheng Jingshen saw that Xie Zhaodi was depressed, and thought to himself, she was really unhappy, and she would definitely scold him again.

However, in the next moment, Cheng Jingshen saw Xie Zhaodi grabbing her hand, she looked at the redness and swelling on Cheng Jingshen's hand distressedly, and asked with a crying voice:

"Cheng Jingshen, does your hand hurt?"