The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

Zhang Yiju had no idea whether the bandits on Shangtupo would come back for Liang Xiaoyan, but he knew at this moment that it was obviously impossible for him to survive in the hands of the bandits on his own.

But what if I rely on Liang Xiaoyan?

After all, she is just a woman. Even if she has some skills, she can only show off her power in front of a scholar like him who can't lift anything. If she really encounters so many bandits who kill without blinking an eye, she can only recognize people and kill them.

What's more, although Liang Xiaoyan is his wife, they know very well what their relationship is like.

Faced with such a situation, they can probably only be like the birds in the forest, and when disaster strikes, they can only push the other party out to block the knife.

Look, Liang Xiaoyan saw Zhang Yiju moving close to her and she dodged to the side with disgust.

She admitted that he liked smart and educated people, but this bastard was no longer of any value to her.

Why were these two people who disliked each other so close to each other? If Zhang Yiyu was serious, she really wouldn't mind helping these bandits and getting rid of them as soon as possible.

Alas, if her mother had not repeatedly warned her not to risk anyone's life before she got married, she would have killed this man if she really wanted to get pregnant again.

The gongs in the village rang again and again, and Zhang Yiju's heartbeat was like a drum. Knowing that Liang Xiaoyan was unreliable, he looked at Chu Wanwan again.

"Wanwan." The call was quite gentle, just like a sentimental person's heartfelt call to his lover who has been reunited after a long separation.

If the old Chu Wanwan had heard this, she would have believed that this was the love her brother Yiyi had for her.

But now she just sneered. She was afraid that she would never forget the expression of this man when he saw her at her lowest point until her death.

There is no joy, only shock; no love, only disgust.

Once upon a time, she had hoped that even if they parted ways, they could still remember each other at their best. But now she knew clearly that both Zhang Yiju and the scholar who deceived her were heartless and disloyal.

"Wan Wan, I admit that I have let you down, but you are the only one I have loved from the beginning to the end. How can I cancel the engagement we made since childhood, even if it means humiliating my own reputation?"

Zhang Yiyu couldn't feel any love for Chu Wanwan when he saw her half-destroyed face. Even though he tried very hard to recall the past, he just couldn't match her with the person in front of him.

But in order to survive, what does it matter if you say things against your will and do things against your will?

As the saying goes, a real man should be able to bend and stretch.

"Wan Wan, I know you may not want to believe what I said now, but the heaven and earth are my witnesses. My love for you has never wavered. The sea may dry up and the rocks may rot, but my feelings for you will not change. Even if I die in your hands today, I will not have any complaints."

After Zhang Yiju finished saying this, Chu Wanwan's expression seemed to change, and she continued to express her determination.

"I am sorry for you. I am really useless. I was unable to resist my mother's words. I watched you leave for another place and caused you to suffer so much. It's all my fault."

Liang Xiaoyan had no intention of talking too much with these bandits. She was just waiting for the right opportunity to get her usual axe from the firewood pile and then start to chop and kill them.

The gong in the village sounded and stopped, stopped and sounded again. This was the third time. I guess the men in the village should have started to defend themselves.

So as long as she fights her way out of the yard, someone will probably find her.

Liang Xiaoyan lowered her head slightly to look at the axe beside her leg but did not move much.

After all, it was quite interesting to see this scholar performing a big show, and it was a rare opportunity, so she decided to accompany her little boy to watch the fun first.

Who knows, when his own children ask him about his father in the future, he might be able to tell them about it in detail, about how there was once a useless scholar who was treacherous and was sought after for revenge, and how he told nonsense and still felt so sincere.

Although this approach is indeed a bit spineless, as the saying goes, it is always good to have many skills.

Liang Xiaoyan had to admit that it was not easy for a man to live as flexible as Zhang Yiju.

After the gong sounded for the third time, Zhang Yiju subconsciously looked around his neighbors, hoping that someone would go to the village to inform others.

But looking at the bandits' fearless appearance, it is clear that they are only a small group of people. After all, when the village chief notified us before, he said that there were already hundreds of bandits, so the main force must be nearby.

Zhang Yiju’s idea was correct. At this moment, many people had already appeared at the foot of the North Mountain. At the same time, there were bursts of screams coming from the bamboo forest of the South Mountain, mixed with the curses of men.

"Damn it, who would have thought of such a sinister thing, sticking bamboo sticks into the ground?"

Although this thing won't kill you if it pricks your feet, it does hurt.

The men in the village had no idea that there was another person from the village who was following the bandits, which made the bandits know so much about Anning Village and even divided them into three groups to attack their village.

In the darkness of the night, torches were lit and headed towards the south of the village.

No one cares about Zhang Yiju's family living in the west of the village no matter how busy they are now. Only the elderly, the weak, the women and the children left in the village look worried.

When the village chief and a group of men arrived at the bamboo forest, the cursing voices had subsided.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, along with several bodyguards dressed in the same manner.

I don’t know which one of them accidentally got his shoe pierced by a bamboo stick, and now he is sitting on the ground injured and very angry.

How could he not be angry? As a general's personal guard, being injured on the battlefield was a military honor. If he was injured while killing bandits, he could also say that two fists are no match for four hands. But in the end, none of these happened. He was actually accidentally injured by a trap set by the villagers.

But was this what made him angry? Of course not. What made him angry was that he clearly knew about the villagers burying bamboo sticks.

He even joked that this broken bamboo stick could not have any killing power and could only prick several people's feet.

But now he was laughed at by other guards because of the trap he looked down upon.

This is the legendary retribution in this life, and the crow's mouth will always come true to me.

If the villagers hadn't come over now, there's no telling how long I would have been laughed at.

But the situation now is not very good. Look at the other guards standing there with their heads held high and their faces full of arrogance, while he is the only one sitting on the ground miserably.

It's so embarrassing. It's really embarrassing.

"Didn't we say that the bamboo sticks were all in the bamboo forest? When were these buried outside?"

The villagers who had just arrived were confused by the roar before they even understood what was going on.

The bamboo sticks are buried in the bamboo forest, so where does the periphery refer to?

Only Zhang Yiming and Gu Wang were speechless due to embarrassment. It seemed that they had been arguing about who could bury bamboo sticks faster during their patrol during the day.

Unable to come to a conclusion in the argument, they came here to compete. Before they could even decide the winner, they were chased away by Wang Wu who came to take over their shift.

I thought Wang Wu could handle it, but who could have imagined that it would cause such a misunderstanding.

The two looked at each other, and finally raised their hands weakly because they felt guilty for accidentally hurting the people who came to help.