The night, the wind is strong, the fog is cold, it's so cold!

I went back to the hut, fetched some clothes and dry food, and prepared to go to her father and the black loach with an IQ of only 0.5, as Zijun had said. When I left, I thought that Kou Zhong was still seriously ill, and I wanted to leave him something to eat, at least so that he could move freely. At that time, I was very depressed, and all I could think about was Zijun's tears, so my vigilance was almost zero. When I pushed the door into the firewood room, I didn't expect Kou Zhong to stab me in the chest with a bamboo, and I thought he would have killed me, if it weren't for the fact that the black hand couldn't see his fingers and he was seriously injured, the bamboo would have pierced me in the heart. He was probably not too bad, and when he saw me fall, he didn't make up for me, and he left the hut in the dark of night and walked to the bamboo path behind the house.

I seal the acupuncture points with internal force to prevent excessive blood loss. I found a flatter haystack and lay down. Sweat soaked the back of my clothes because of the pain. That night, I didn't sleep for a moment, and when I was secretly sad about Zijun's departure, the pain woke me up. When I used the little perseverance I had left to resist the pain, I was often secretly sad by Zijun's departure. This is probably what philosophy says: there is no absolute normality in everything.

Three days later, in the morning, the sun was shining like fire, shining through the cracks in the wood of the firewood room, like a sword into the haystack, and the white swaying could brighten the eyes of a blind dog. I chewed on the dry food that He Zijun had prepared to escape, glad that I wasn't dead yet. Hear the conversation of a woman outside the house like a hundred birds chirping. is the so-called three women in one play. So I'm sure there should be three women outside walking towards the cabin. As I expected, at about one o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the firewood room was opened and four women rushed in. And they are still old acquaintances, it is the painting of poetry, the teacher, Concubine Qin, and Zhang Miao.

When I saw Zhang Miao and Concubine Qin, I vaguely heard my little brother's cry for help. He trembled and prayed between my feet. Therefore, as the owner, I naturally wanted to appease it, so I slowly raised my hand between my feet and stroked it slightly. However, in a trance, I saw a flying knife shoot at me, and as the flying knife moved, a scream like a fingernail cutting through glass sounded.

Metamorphosis –

This is Zhang Miao's voice.

I couldn't move, and I could only watch as the knife was inserted into my thigh.

Then I also yelled: "Are you sick?

Zhang Miao shot back: "You big pervert, as soon as I see you, I put my hand on your mess." ”

"Where am I itching, can't I scratch it?" In order to show my courage not to face the evil forces, as I finished speaking, I grabbed my little brother and lifted it.

Since she had no weapons in her hands, she was ready to come and beat me herself. Because my body could not be shaken at all, I had to beg for mercy: "The gentleman does not move his hands. ”

Who knows that this mother-in-law has no mercy: "The old lady is not a gentleman." A direct slap in the chest. And there was the wound that was stabbed by Kou Zhong. Suddenly the pain hit me like a huge wave, and I actually fainted.

When I woke up, it was already night (because I've fainted so many times lately, I used to count the time every time I woke up). I was lying on the same bed I had slept with Zijun before. I saw a bewitching figure sitting on the edge of the bed, and I thought it was Zijun. I screamed twice. It was Concubine Qin who turned around.

"Is Zijun you talking about her?" Concubine Qin asked me with a photo of Zijun and me next to the bed.

It was taken with the help of the owner of the boat that Zijun and I were on to Antarctica, she was wearing a sleeveless dress and holding my arm, and we were leaning against the railing, it was very windy, but she was smiling very happily. We were probably separated from each other for a few days, and Zijun put it next to the bed.

"Yes"

"Your girlfriend is so good-looking," she stared at the picture like a nymphomaniac.

"She was taken away by her mother"

"Won't her mother let you stay together?"

"It should be."

"Why don't you stay with you because you're poor?"

"I don't know, but I'm not so poor. Her mother said that she had cold poison in her body, and she had to rely on holy water to cure her. ”

"Was she hurt or bitten by something? ”

"She has a pure yin constitution, and there is cold poison in her body. ”

"So that's the case, people with a pure yin constitution are especially suitable for cultivating our Water God Palace. ”

"Her mother is your holy daughter," I said with a wry smile.

"I think I heard you say that last time. ”

"But you don't believe me," I said.

"But if you say that you know the daughter of the Holy Maiden, who would dare to believe it!" she craned her neck, and said very earnestly.

At this time, the door was opened, and Zhang Miao came in.

"Concubine Qin, don't talk to this pervert. Let's go outside and test sweet potatoes. ”

"Hey, don't open your mouth to be a pervert, it's okay to shut up a pervert, I'm also a dignified person. ”

"Perverted, perverted, dead perverted. ”

"Miao'er, he's hurt like that, don't scold him," Concubine Qin dissuaded.

"Well deserved"