Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

If this group of butchers or hunters who pretended to obey but actually disobeyed were accomplices, then based on the information revealed by the butcher in panic, the manager of the slaughterhouse must have turned a blind eye to this matter.

It seems that the most critical person is the manager of the slaughterhouse, and the most critical problem must start with this manager.

The butcher's forehead was swollen and red from the bumps, and the expression on his face was nothing but the panic of having done something wrong. He did not dare to associate the two handsome young men in front of him with the word "people", and stubbornly believed that they were the two loving black women who came back for revenge after being slaughtered.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Dushan cleared his cough. Since the butcher had not yet realized how the current situation was developing, he might as well take advantage of the situation and play tricks.

The cunning and determined eyes turned to Cen Xin, and the plan he had now made was revealed in those eyes that seemed to be able to speak. Cen Xin nodded slightly, and everything was said without words.

In fact, the two of them were communicating with each other using consciousness that ordinary people cannot hear. They checked each other's ideas to see if this method was feasible. Only after they were both satisfied did they decide to adopt Zhao Dushan's impromptu method.

The night is dark and the rain is pouring down.

Outside, the sound of war drums with rain and lightning rang out again. In a secluded wooden low house in the northeast corner of Lushui Town, the tough butcher knelt on the ground and shivered, never daring to take a close look at the imaginary "Snake God".

Not to mention looking directly at the two souls killed by the knife in front of him, he didn't even dare to do such subtle movements as scratching or blinking.

It just so happened that there was a spot of skin on my back that was soaked in sweat and felt uncomfortable. The sweat that seeped into my body surface gradually caused a terrible itch.

At first, the butcher was able to rely on his great endurance to remain motionless, but later his great endurance collapsed under the erosion of the "itch bugs", and his upper body swayed from side to side and shook constantly.

The combination of damp skin and the crippling itch formed a new type of torture that no one in this world could resist.

The butcher was so itchy that he could no longer bear it, so he quickly bent his hand, stretched out his hand, and scratched his back hard.

"call--"

It does feel much better after scratching. If you don't scratch it, the itch will still be lingering in your heart, forcing you to teach it a lesson.

He glanced vigilantly at the area less than two meters ahead and suddenly discovered that the vengeful spirits of the two black women had disappeared!

The butcher didn't care whether it was a trap set by "Lord Snake God" or he was still awake from the void. In short, "Lord Snake God" really disappeared inexplicably on the wooden floor in front of him.

The butcher covered his face and burst into tears due to the feeling of relief at escaping death. It was almost there, just a little bit, just a little bit, and he would say goodbye to this vast world forever.

The butcher, who had been crying loudly and venting all his pent-up emotions, finally calmed down. He planned to inform the manager about this bizarre incident at dawn tomorrow morning and ask him not to act on his own and force his brothers to do such evil things by threatening them with money.

Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin, who were in invisible form, saw that the butcher's wrong judgment was exactly what they wanted, so they did not stay here for long.

The two people were running between the Lin family's private residence and the butcher's hut, but in a moment they appeared in the "rich family".

There were only a few lantern-shaped oil lamps glowing in the room. This was a baby room with a wooden rocking bed. The open space in the room was covered with a cool and smooth bamboo mat, on which were piled all kinds of childlike toys in a mess.

Among the many toys of different sizes and shapes, Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin noticed the red rattle at a glance. It was exactly the same as the rattle that the butcher used to conceal his tracks when he was smuggling black puppets. However, here it was just a rattle to calm the child's emotions and prevent him from crying.

Could it be... that there is some unspeakable secret between this rattle and the two black women?

Another entry point was created. In terms of people, they had the manager of the slaughterhouse, and in terms of objects, they had the small rattle in the butcher's hand, which was the rattle that babies liked.

The resentment of the two black women towards the group has also been determined to be a definite result. It will cause greater harm to the cultivators with both spiritual roots and spiritual talents, but it will not cause any harm to ordinary people.

In the warm and comfortable baby room, a handsome man with a white coat on his shoulders and waist-length hair picked up the young child who was entertaining himself after drinking milk from the side of the wooden rocking bed. Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin's first impression of the child was that he was too fat.

Even though they have seen it several times now, they still can't help but sigh that it eats so well and is so strong.

He is indeed the fat grandson that the older generation longs to have, and the fat boy that young couples can’t let go of.

A creaking sound came from the direction of the door, and the three of them turned around to look.

The man in the elegant green robe, with a tall and handsome figure, could take one step that was equivalent to three steps for others, and he came to his lover.

He held his lover's slender waist, his chest pressed against her left chest, his head with hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin lowered and leaned on her thin shoulder, and he teased the young son in his arms with a smile, hoping that he could go to bed early.

"Madam, after Min'er falls asleep, can you give me some sweet treats to taste?"

The indecent tone and flirtatious voice sprayed on the handsome man's earlobe and cheeks, and the pink turned red visibly.

After selling the shop in Lianxi Town, he and his husband never had sex again. First, she was close to the due date, second, they had to expand their small courtyard in order to live in Lushui Town for a long time, and third, she needed to rest after the baby was born to recuperate from the deficiency of Qi and blood.

The series of events left them with no time to take care of matters in the bedroom, and they calculated the days and found that they had abstained from sex for almost half a year.

The handsome man was obviously very shy about the relationship between husband and wife, unlike his husband who was open and carefree.

His innocent cheeks were as red as plum blossoms, and he blushed and said, "Wait... wait a minute, I will... satisfy you after I put the child... to sleep."

Since their whispers were overheard, Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin had no reason or dignity to stay here any longer.

Fortunately, the rain in Lushui Town has stopped. If it continues to rain, not only will we face natural disasters such as floods, but the crops that we have worked so hard to cultivate will also be destroyed.

A lot of water has accumulated in the fields. Along the way, there are farmers digging ditches to drain water, straightening plants, clearing debris, applying fertilizer and preventing pests and diseases. The earth dam next to the reed marsh and the river has also been reinforced and raised a lot.

It must be said that the air after the rain was refreshing and cool. The fragrance of the soil and plants was thoroughly stimulated by the watering of the rain. The rising water level of the turbid river and the bright reed leaves washed by the rain instantly relieved the two people's tense mood for a long time.

After completing the mission in Lushui Town, Cen Xin thought silently in his heart that the relationship between himself and his senior brother would be able to reach a higher level.

There was an ignorant and immature affection between the two of them, and it was because the affection was too vague that their mutual love was not connected. After this incident, perhaps the senior brother's love for him was stronger, or perhaps his love for the senior brother was deeper.

Zhao Dushan's standing posture can be described as a fairy-like and elegant landscape, and his well-proportioned curves cannot be concealed by the outer robe that covers his body, revealing his charm.

This caused the young and energetic junior fellow apprentice to linger over here frequently, and the hands under his sleeves were no longer obedient, but quietly closed the distance and finally held the jade-white little finger.

The hot touch of skin to skin ignited the unspeakable beautiful emotions in the heart, and the two affectionate and eager lips kissed each other without reservation.

In Lianxi Town, in front of the stepping stone at the entrance of the Xi Mansion, a large group of people gathered to watch the fun.

The people from the Xu Mansion, led by Jiang's mother, and a strange young man in purple were standing on the doorstep, arguing fiercely.

The uninvited young man in purple was very tough and insisted that the people from the Xi Mansion had usurped the ancestral home of his family. Afraid that others would not believe him, the young man in purple even took out a special wooden box from the cloth bag he carried with him. In the wooden box was a yellowed title deed which stated the right to use the land before the house was built.

Some people with discerning eyes stepped onto a few stone steps to get a closer look, and other people followed suit and came to the side or behind the young man in purple. The handprints pressed on it and the seals of law stamped on it confirmed that this house belonged to the ancestors of the young man in purple and had been passed down to this day.

Many people were speaking up for the young man in purple, accusing those who cursed the Xu Mansion of being shameless and occupying other people's houses without the owner's consent or negotiating the price of the land with the owner. They were thieves.

The purple-shirted young man was determined to drive them out of the government, and he instigated the people with a strong sense of justice to take action for him.

Jiang's mother anxiously pulled away her little daughter and Wang Ying who were standing at the door and talking quickly, but she failed to protect herself from a shovel in front of her. She was hit in the vital parts with a "bang". The huge shock and severe pain made her ears tinnitus and eyes dizzy, and she couldn't even say the words "stop hitting me".

Seeing that a fatal accident was about to happen, the crowd dispersed immediately. The young man in purple was also frightened by the scene before him. He collected the land deed in panic and fled.

A large amount of blood gushed out of Jiang's mother's head, and she collapsed in Wang Ying's arms, unconscious.

Many distorted and deformed figures appeared in front of her, and she felt that all the noise was slowly fading away, until finally she could see nothing and hear nothing.