Li Banfeng drove the carriage to Xiaoyaowu, which was loaded with Song Zhigang, two martial arts cultivators and a few thugs with cultivation.

Ling Miaoying's adhesive tape really worked, sticking it to the wound, not only stopping the bleeding, but also temporarily controlling the injury, although these people couldn't move, they were barely alive.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Banfeng drove the carriage to Xiaoyaowu, at this time, Xiaoyaowu was full of people, and it was lively.

Li Banfeng drove the carriage around to the warehouse in the backyard of Xiaoyaowu, and asked the projector to call a helper to come out to unload the car while no one was paying attention.

The projector learned the lesson from the previous and did not dare to call the girl out, who always took off her clothes first and then worked.

The film that Ling Miaoying had recorded before was still there, and the projector released Ling Miaoying's image and helped Li Banfeng move more than a dozen people into the warehouse.

After unloading the car, Li Banfeng went back to his room, found the key under the bed, returned to the warehouse, recorded a video with the projector, opened the door and entered the portable house.

The record player shouted angrily, "Hey, crazy man, where did you go away again?" Do you still have me in your heart? Do you have this home in your heart, your heart, your heart...... Good work, Xianggong! ”

Seeing that Li Banfeng brought back more than a dozen people, the lady's tone immediately softened.

"Xianggong, come and sit here,

Xianggong, drink a cup of hot tea first,

Xianggong, why are your clothes so muddy, the little slave washes you,

Xianggong, don't scratch the little slave squeaky nest, the little slave is really afraid of itching......"

The record player used steam to protect Li Banfeng, afraid that the house would be angry at Li Banfeng.

After waiting for a long time, the house did not move, and the record player was curious: "Why is this house so peaceful today?" ”

Li Banfeng sneered: "What's wrong with him?" If he hadn't done something, I would have been floating outside for so many days? ”

The lady was silent for a moment, listening to Li Banfeng's words just now, he seemed to know something about this house.

Seeing that Li Banfeng's anger had not subsided, the lady asked with concern: "Hey, Xianggong, what has happened to you these days?" ”

Li Banfeng asked, "Do you know this person with a big face?" ”

Whew~

"Don't have a big face? Is this a personal name? The little slave had never heard of it. ”

Li Banfeng turned his face and asked Hong Ying again: "Have you heard of it?" ”

"I haven't heard of it either." Hong Ying replied very simply, with tension in it.

Li Banfeng stared at Hong Ying for a moment and asked, "Why are you wearing pants?" ”

"I have a daughter's house, shouldn't I wear pants?"

"Why is there an extra red tassel on the body?"

"The red tassel gun, there are red tassels on the gun, isn't it very good-looking?"

Hong Ying originally did not have a red tassel on her body, but this red tassel was just hung up to cover her conscience and arms.

"Why are there black lines in your red tassel?"

These black lines are Hong Ying's hair that grows out.

"Red tassels, if they are all red threads, it is too boring." Hong Ying couldn't make it anymore.

The lady was on the side to relieve Hong Ying: "Xianggong, don't pay attention to that slut, the dishes are almost cold." ”

"Don't worry, lady, let me ask them a few words."

Li Banfeng looked at Song Zhigang first, and asked the wine gourd to feed him a sip of wine.

With this sip of wine, Song Zhigang regained some vitality and could barely speak.

Li Banfeng lit a candle and inserted it in front of Song Zhigang: "Uncle Song, I invited you to my home to talk, this sincerity is enough, today you tell me about the matter, who made you come to Lanyang Village to make trouble?" ”

Song Zhigang gasped and said, "Seventh Master, it was Old Lady Lu who asked me to come, and what I said before is true." ”

Is it really Lu Maoxian?

Lu Maoxian did find a lot of trouble for Li Banfeng, Li Banfeng and Monkey Qiu have a close relationship, and it is also in his interests for Lu Maoxian to make trouble for Li Banfeng.

But the question is, why bother in Lanyang Village?

Lanyang Village didn't have any special value to Lu Maoxian, and it would only be more reasonable for him to make trouble in Heishipo and destroy the business of Li Banfeng and Ma Wu.

There's another reason for that.

Li Banfeng asked again: "Did you see Lu Mao with your own eyes?" ”

Song Zhigang said: "What is the identity of Mrs. Lu, how can she see me in person, it is these two branches who came to the door and asked me to take back Lanyang Village!" ”

Li Banfeng looked at the two martial cultivators, they were the ones Song Zhigang said

The one with a broken throat will definitely not be able to speak, but the one with a broken spine can still make a sound.

Li Banfeng tore off the tape from his mouth, and also asked the wine gourd to give him some wine, and asked, "Did Lu Mao ask the two of you to find Song Zhigang first?" ”

"It's not the old lady's personal order, it's the order given to us by the big housekeeper Xu Yangbo."

Lu Maoxian's big butler?

Li Banfeng had no contact with this person, but he only heard Monkey Qiu say that this person won Lu Maoxian's trust.

If this is not what Lu Maoxian himself meant, if this big butler has other intentions, his purpose is obviously to intensify the contradiction between Li Banfeng and Lu Maoxian.

What's in it for him?

If he is also commanded, who will be the one who directs him?

The information that these people can ask is limited, and Li Banfeng doesn't want to bother to say more: "Lady, let's eat." ”

"Thank you Xianggong for pity!" The lady couldn't wait to start the meal, and the projector quietly recorded the video next to her.

The lady shouted angrily: "What do you want to do?" ”

The projector shuddered and quickly turned the camera.

The lady hooked the projector with a stylus, pulled out the previously recorded film, and cut it to pieces, and the projector trembled in distress.

Fortunately, he recorded more than one paragraph, and he recorded everything he saw and heard these days.

"Each scene is just over two minutes, and if it weren't for the lack of film, we could have recorded more."

Li Banfeng just wanted the lady to see the appearance of the lady's small face, and the projector showed the scene when he was in the oil lake, but the picture was yellow, and there was nothing.

"How is that possible!" The projector exclaimed, "I recorded it seriously!" ”

Li Banfeng speculated the reason: "The face is not big, the personality is very high, he doesn't want you to leave his true face, and the face is not big and his real name." ”

In frustration, the projector turned on the second piece of footage.

Meng Yuchun, the god of the ground, turned his back to Li Banfeng, took off his robe, and showed the scars on his body.

The lady coughed lightly: "Hey, Xianggong, this girl just doesn't have a big face?" I didn't see the big face, this peach is really big, not only big, but also white, Xianggong has really worked hard for seven days! ”

Li Banfeng kicked the projector: "Don't just put this!" How do I fight monsters on the ground, let's take a look! ”

The voice of the projector was loud: "Those things, none of them were recorded!" ”

Li Banfeng kicked the open camera, ready to tell the lady about his experience these days.

As soon as I talked about the oil lake, I suddenly heard a glove shout from the third room: "Master, you wronged me before, where is the oil I stole?" I don't know what stole this oil, it's all here! ”

Li Banfeng entered the third room and took a look, and there were bottles, jars, jars, buckets, and water tanks in the third room...... Everything that could be filled with liquid was filled with oil, exactly the same as the oil Li Banfeng saw in the oil lake.

Li Banfeng looked at the gloves and said, "Where did this oil come from?" ”

The glove said angrily: "It's definitely not me who took it!" How can I fit so much? Whoever took it, I shouldn't be wronged for this! ”

Li Banfeng touched the bottle of oil, and suddenly heard an old voice come to his ear: "Be careful, don't spill it." ”

"Who?" Li Banfeng exclaimed in surprise and was ready to fight.

The record player hurriedly shouted: "Xianggong, don't be angry, this is our house talking!" ”

The room fell silent for a moment.

In the past, except for Niangzi, Hong Ying, and Honglian, no one could hear the voice of the carry-on person, because the others were not qualified enough.

But today everyone heard, and the Portable House changed the way of speaking.

After being quiet for more than ten seconds, Li Banfeng suddenly asked, "What are you stealing oil for?" ”

"Burn." The carry-on replied with one word.

This record player couldn't hear clearly, and Honglian, Hong Ying and the magic weapons couldn't hear it clearly, only Li Banfeng could hear it clearly.

Hong Ying was worried that Li Banfeng was arguing with the house, so she said to the record player: "Wicked woman, you persuade that crazy man, don't mess around, he is not the opponent of this house, and he can't handle a single move!" ”

Without waiting for the record player to persuade again, Li Banfeng asked again: "Why don't you burn coal?" ”

This sentence stunned the lady.

Burning coal?

Why does this house burn coal?

Is it warm?

The old man's voice sounded again: "I run with you every day, and that bit of coal has already burned out." ”

The record player still couldn't hear clearly, not only the words of the house couldn't hear clearly, she couldn't even hear Li Banfeng's words clearly, and there was always a low noise in her ears that interfered with her hearing.

"Xianggong, don't ...... it"

Li Banfeng then asked Portable House: "You took me to Oil Lake just to steal oil?" ”

"It's you who want to go to the oil lake, and I took the oil along the way."

"You used to follow the key, why do you learn to move on your own now?"

"Because there's railroad tracks, hey, hey!" Walkman smiled.

"When did you get the rails?"

Portable did not respond.

The record player couldn't hear the conversation between the two clearly, so she lowered her voice and persuaded: "Xianggong, don't provoke him again, can't the little slave let you use the engine oil?" ”

……

In the Third Courtyard of Yuezhou, the button on He Jiaqing's chest kept trembling, but He Haisheng was sitting beside him, and He Jiaqing couldn't answer.

After lunch, He Haisheng went to smoke, He Jiaqing grabbed the button and heard Wan Jinxian's voice:

"Jiaqing, Ling Miaoying is still alive!"

"Alive?" He Jiaqing was overjoyed, and then a little suspicious, "Didn't the Lu family release the news and get Miaoying's head?" ”

"Our spy in Xiaoyaowu, I saw him go to the warehouse in Xiaoyaowu, it was last night."

"MEmu ......"

What did Ling Miaoying do in Xiaoyaowu?

Could it be that Ling Miaoying was just cheating on death, and he was still secretly spying on Ma Wu?

He and Ling Miaowen are different after all, they can hide their scheming so deeply.

We will have to be more vigilant in the future, but for now it is a good thing.

At least Ma Wu doesn't need me to bother more here, and now I can concentrate on dealing with Lu Maoxian.

Without waiting for He Jiaqing to respond to Wan Jinxian, a cloud of smoke suddenly drifted in front of him.

The smoke lingered around He Jiaqing for a long time, and He Jiaqing's sweat beads fell.

"Jiaqing?" He Haisheng's figure slowly emerged in front of He Jiaqing, "Are you awake?" ”

He Jiaqing was silent for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes: "Third uncle, I'm awake." ”

He Haisheng looked at He Jiaqing silently, although he didn't want to believe it, but this was the truth.

"Big brother doesn't believe you, I'm still fighting with big brother, I said that his own son would never lie to him, how stupid do you think I'm a person?"

When he said this, He Hai couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He Jiaqing said calmly: "Third uncle, can you allow me to say a word?" ”

"You say, I'll listen."

PS: Hong Ying has grown hair, and I don't dare to think about what will grow next!

(End of chapter)