"Get out! You are dead, what is shaking in front of Lao Tzu with a broken face, ugly monsters, I don't want you to be a good person, give Lao Tzu a death. ”

Yue Qianchou's face was full of anger, and he kicked the bucket that Furong was holding up into the air, and shouted angrily again: "Get out!"

The latter stood aside trembling with fright, his shabby clothes wrapped in his thin body slightly restrained, half of his moving face and half of his frightening face, and the big tears of soybeans were sprinkled little by little, but he didn't dare to cry out loud.

It's the first time to be insulted by this world when he comes to this world, and he is really moody sometimes, and he is willing to be a turtle grandson when he is not stimulated, once he gets angry, not to mention the poor sister Furong in front of him who only has the foundation building period, Wu Baoru in the infancy of the Qingguang Sect Lianyuan is also scolded, and Yan Shu in the previous Dan period is an example.

Looking at the broken face of Furong in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more hateful he felt, he was angry, but he didn't care about the difference in cultivation between the two, and he didn't care if he could win Furong, but forced him step by step, and scolded viciously: "Cry, you know how to cry, what you cry and cry, and don't look at what you look like, dead yin and yang face, ugly and weird, the more you cry, the more ugly it becomes, go die!"

Poor Fleur was forced by him step by step to lean her back against the wall, listening to him scolding viciously, and not letting her cry, she really held back her tears, only to see crystal tears rolling in her eyes, very pitiful. If you look closely, you can find that although Fleur is disfigured, her eyes are unusually bright and beautiful, and she is full of tenderness and kindness in her tears.

I don't know if she's really stupid, or timid, or really kind. With her cultivation, it is not the same as cutting vegetables, but she is so obedient.

In this way, a man who was not handsome forced an ugly and weird-looking weak woman into a corner, and the two were eye to eye, one was angry and the other was pitiful.

After a long time, seeing that Yue Qian's sorrow seemed to have disappeared a little, Furong let go of a finger that pinched the corner of her clothes and pointed to the dung pit, and said timidly in a soft voice: "I'm going to work, it's late, and it will make Elder Lan unhappy." ”

In fact, Fleur's voice is also very good, thin, neat, and white between the teeth, and the faint words are really a bit defeated.

Yue Qian was stunned for a moment, was his voice just now too loud to be heard by the old guys in the yard, right?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fleur wiped her back against the wall and carefully moved out, picked up the wooden barrel that Yue Qianchou had kicked far away, and put it away carefully, her eyes still aimed at him from time to time, obviously a little afraid of him. Then he took out a white pill from the diagonal cloth bag, walked to the edge of the dung pit and threw it.

Throwing pills into the dung pit? Yue Qianchou seemed to forget that he was still angry, and looked at it curiously.

As the pill sank, the dung pit reacted instantly, and began to bubble, and the yellow-brown thing surged in the pool, and Yue Qianchou looked nauseous, and felt a little like throwing up. He can stand the things in the pit if they don't move, and it's really very bearable to move, although he came out of a remote village, but that was a long time ago. On the other hand, Fleur stood calmly on the side, and there was nothing abnormal on her face.

Yue Qian's nose was inciting, strange, the original taste in the depths of memory did not appear, but there was a faint fragrance. It must be the effect of the pill, and he wants to get closer to see what is going on, but no matter how fragrant it is, it is a big dung, and he still doesn't want to get closer.

Fleur gently rolled up her shabby sleeves, and her two small white arms were exposed, and she grabbed a long scoop and began to load the dung into two wooden barrels. Yue Qianchou secretly said that it was a pity that such good-looking hands were used to do this. Fleur was calm.

Filled, Hibiscus inserted a flat pole between the two buckets, the slender body bent down gently, the hard flat pole fell on the thin shoulders, slightly strained, the two buckets of dung were picked up by this weak woman, and before leaving, the lonely eyes also looked at Yue Qianchou, as if to comfort him and said: "Don't be angry, you just rest here! ”

The look in his eyes......

In an instant, Yue Qianchou felt that something in his chest was shattered.

"Is it heartbroken? No, but I feel so distressed, strange, what am I distressed about? I am not familiar with her. Yue Qian asked herself.

Fleur's thin body swayed forward with a burden, it was really a piece of cake to pick such a burden with her cultivation, but looking at the thin figure and the two big buckets, I always felt incongruous, was the bucket too big or Fleur's figure too thin?

I don't know what's going on, watching the burden swaying in calmness, Yue Qianchou felt a colicy pain in his heart for no reason.

"Wait!" Yue Qianchou shouted and ran over.

Hearing the shout, Fleur turned around with her burden, and when she saw Yue Qianchou running, she took two steps back in fright, and the yellow-brown liquid in the bucket suddenly shook out a lot, splashing on the ground, and some fell on Fleur's upper and shabby skirt.

"Give it to me. Yue Qianchou stretched out his hand to the burden with an expressionless face.

"No need. Fleur's slender body carried the burden and refused.

"Give it to me!" Yue Qianchou stretched out his hand again.

"Dirty. Fleur said softly.

"You're not afraid of getting dirty, what am I afraid of, give it to me. ”

"I ...... I'm used to it, and I'm not afraid of getting dirty. ”

Yue Qianchou felt a pang of worry in his heart, and he sighed and said, "Have you forgotten Elder Lan's explanation? Don't you even listen to Elder Lan's words? Do you want me to be punished?"

Speaking of Elder Lan, Fleur showed a hint of fear on her face, a little unsure of what to do. Without hesitation, Yue Qianchou stretched out his hand and forcibly took the burden onto his shoulder, turned his head and smiled: "You just teach me how to do it, help me take this and lead the way in front." As he spoke, he handed her the ladle.

Fleur nodded at a loss with the scoop, and then led the way in front in a panic. Yue Qianchou was not disgusted with the dung now, and tried to control the sway of the two buckets.

The two returned to the yard, and Fleur led him to the garden where the spirit grass was planted, and timidly instructed him how to fertilize the spirit grass. originally wanted to do it himself, but he still refused to Yue Qianchou. He only needs to ask her to move her mouth, and he does all the things he does.

Yue Qianchou cooperated with Fleur with unprecedented meekness, and Fleur pointed out that he obediently did it there. The other beauties who took care of the spirit grass in the garden were all surprised, and the ugly Furong actually found a man to help.

There is a lot of spiritual grass to water fertilizer, and the small manure tank outside the fence is simply not enough. Furong led him down the mountain to find the place where the female disciples of Wanfenyuan lived, there was a place similar to a public toilet, there were a lot of dung pits, and the excretion ability of the female compatriots was not weak!

Yue Qianchou almost fainted, never thought that one day he would go to the women's toilet to pick up the fertilizer offered by women. What made him even more unbelievable was that there were still many seniors at the level of aunts, and they still had to use them to grab the dung? and the aunt grabbed the dung to pick up? He had to sigh that the planting area of the spirit grass in Wanfen Garden was not ordinarily large, and the supply of fertilizer exceeded demand!