Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoliu didn't know why, and asked:

"Let Chen Che live for three years, why is this?"

Jiang Quan held the waist knife and asked rhetorically without answering:

"Have you ever heard of a gangster?"

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head:

"I don't know."

"This is the custom of our hometown, if a man is seriously ill and is unable to support his wife, he can find another husband, who will raise the whole family and bear the burden of life", Jiang Quan's eyes flashed a trace of lewdness and resentment: "Since Zhao Ru is not Chen Che and does not marry, he looks down on me, an old and ugly man with a big nose, then I will secretly drug Chen Che's meal, a fierce medicine that hurts the kidneys!"

Once Chen Che is sick in bed and can't move, then, Zhao Ru, this little lady, is not at my disposal? That's what I had planned. ”

"With Zhao Ru's status in the mansion, it is indeed quite troublesome for you to take care of her, but with Chen Che's oil bottle, it is naturally a hundred times easier", Jiang Xiaoliu also regretted: "It's a pity, the master is very angry, then Chen Che must die......"

Although Jiang Quan had some doubts in his heart that Chen Che was not dead, he also didn't believe that just one Chen Che could escape from the shackles of the temple alive, and sighed:

"Yes, if Chen Che is still alive, I can force Zhao Ru into a corner step by step, and there is no possibility of resistance."

What a!

You insatiable old thing!

Hidden in the bushes, Chen Che's face turned pale when he heard this, where could he still endure the anger in his heart, and suddenly clenched the firewood knife in his hand.

Jiang Quan still continued, with deep greed in his eyes: "Although Zhao Xiaoniang is at the level of ordinary people in terms of appearance, she has a plump figure, and she can be described as a first-class good among the people in the house. ”

"No matter how good Zhao Ru is, it doesn't belong to Chen Che!" Jiang Xiaoliu smiled: "Anyway, Chen Che has been eaten by the mountain god, you slowly please the master, maybe one day, the master will pity you for your hard work and reward Zhao Xiaoniang to you." ”

Listening to the foul words of the two, Chen Che felt a fire of ignorance in his heart, and he couldn't wait to raise his knife immediately, follow Wu Song's example, and do the blood-spattered Mandarin Duck Tower.

But the consequences of being brave for a moment are also very serious, Jiang Quan is the most trusted old slave of Master Zhao, if he dies in the tip of the fairy girl, he will definitely be investigated to the end.

Forbear.

Hold back!

When you have completely refined the "Rank: Shepherd", it is the best time to vent the anger in your heart, isn't it?

"It's not!"

Chen Che's eyes were as cold as a knife, he slowly stood up, standing in the bushes, the moonlight stretched his back very long, and said word by word in his heart:

"I'm not the head of the Lin sect."

Revenge does not stay overnight!

It's okay to forbear, but you can't bend your heart alive!

Right now, Jiang's uncle and nephew are still eating, drinking, and resting, and lack vigilance, isn't it the best moment to sneak attack from behind?

Chen Che took several deep breaths, his chest heaving, temporarily suppressing the anger that was about to erupt, and walked forward quickly, walking silently.

The mountains and forests are quiet.

There is a different kind of silence, even creepy.

Under the cover of the grass and trees, Chen Che touched it and quietly sneaked behind Jiang Xiaoliu, who was closer, his eyes were fierce, staring at the most deadly part of his neck.

And then.

Draw the knife with extreme decisiveness.

Even if the two have chopped firewood together several times in the past few years and are considered acquaintances, they are not at all soft at this moment, and they suddenly exert their strength and cut downward.

呲~

Blood splattered!

Although the chai knife was not sharp, it was easier than expected to cut the skin on the back of the neck, and the dark red blood flowed out quickly.

"Hmm-"

Jiang Xiaoliu turned his head and looked at Chen Che's two eyes, full of disbelief and horror, and then quickly lost his luster and lost his life.

Chen Che held the blood-stained firewood knife, which was a little unexpected.

Killing someone, it's so simple?

The night breeze blows.

A burst of bloody breath sneaked into Jiang Quan's nose with the wind, making the fat and red nose twitch unconsciously.

Only then did he wake up from his shock, and raised his eyes to look at the murderer who killed his nephew in front of him: "You, you are Chen Che?" You're still alive! ”

"It's me, don't you want me to live?" Chen Che's eyes were cold, and he approached step by step, holding the blood-stained firewood knife: "What's the matter, have you changed your mind?" ”

Jiang Quan was shocked in his heart, and staggered back half a step.

He couldn't understand how a waste who was fed by a woman could become such a terrifying murderer in the blink of an eye?

And how did he escape from the mountain temple?

Moreover, he was born with a sensitive nose, why didn't he smell any smell, and when people were in front of him, he still couldn't smell the smell of Chen Che's body?

There is only a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

Could it be that the guy in front of him is not Chen Che, but a good plant?

Between thoughts.

Jiang Quan's gaze slammed into Chen Che's cold and violent eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

One is a murderer who has just killed someone, and the other is an old slave who lives in the mansion all day long, pleasing his master.

The two are not the same.

Jiang Quan subconsciously looked away, and the original little idea of fighting for his life collapsed, turned around and fled, and ran away towards the bottom of the mountain.

He thought to himself, he can't beat it, can't he escape?

As long as you can escape.

Wait until after dawn.

reported the matter of "Chen Che killed Jiang Xiaoliu" to the master, and no matter how great Chen Che's ability, there was no possibility of survival.

At that time.

He offered three strange eggs again, maybe he could get the old man to marry him, and he would marry Zhao Ruxu to himself, which was really a double happiness, and he would reach the peak of his life from then on.

"Hmph, I want to escape!"

said that it was too late, it was fast, Chen Che's eyes were sharp, and he walked forward quickly.

He wandered in the mountains and forests like a ghost, light and fast, but quietly walked behind Jiang Quan and kicked forward!

"Ahh

Jiang Quan screamed again and again, suddenly rolled down the hillside, hit a big mountain rock, fell and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he almost lost his breath.

He mourned in his heart, his face was dead, he thought that he might encounter danger when he searched for the three strange eggs at night, but he never thought of it......

The person who wanted to kill himself was Chen Che, who should have been eaten by the "mountain god"?

How is this possible?

When Jiang Quan turned over with difficulty, a pair of mangshoe, suddenly stepped on his face, the bridge of his nose was broken, and the blood flowed endlessly.

He cried out in terror:

"Brother Che, spare the old slave's life, the old slave is wrong!"

"Master Quan, you are an old man in his fifties, call me brother?"

Chen Che held the firewood knife in his hand, half-prostrate, looking at Jiang Quan condescendingly, with a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth: "Is it inferior?" ”

Seeing that Chen Che was still willing to communicate, Jiang Quan was terrified, hurriedly begged for mercy, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Brother Che, I know your father, and when I was a child, I hugged you~"

"But when the mountain god was poisoned, why did you forget so much and forget the friendship of your fellow villagers?" Chen Che held up the firewood knife, like an executioner at the entrance of the vegetable market, about to be executed.

Jiang Quan suffered a cardiac arrest and instinctively moved backwards, but with Shanyan behind him, he had no way to retreat, so he could only shrink his pupils and watch......

In the light of the moon, that condescending and playful face, and, in his hand, the blood-stained firewood knife!

Slash down!

"Guro~Guro~"

Under the light of the bright moonlight, the bloody human head rolled down the hillside, and the headless body fell to the ground, stained with blood.

Blood-spattered fairy tips!

Murderer, Chen Che also!