Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3272 I got into a fight with you

I read it right before, the candlelight is green, just like the candlelight in a ghost blowing lantern.

Now the color has returned to normal. Could it be that, as Xiaoqin said, the thing moved from the inside to the outside?
Yang Ruoqing is not afraid of the living or the dead, but this kind of dead ghost...

Really a little cold.

Why?

Because this is an illusory thing with no real form, and she is material, punching the air with a fist, one can imagine the feeling of powerlessness...

This night, Xiaoqin made a fuss for a long time again, curled up in the corner of the bed like a frightened bird,

She was still wrapped in a quilt, and any movement outside the window could make her tremble.

Yang Ruoqing stayed with her all the time in the house, while Da Mo went to the yard to continue yelling and swearing at the air...

When the rooster begins to crow, it announces that the night is coming to an end and the dawn is coming.

"He seems to be gone..." Xiaoqin said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing yawned, leaning against the bed and yawning, but she didn't react when she heard this: "Who's gone?"

"Xue...that Juren from the Xue family..." Xiaoqin whispered.

Yang Ruoqing hit her hard, and she lost all sleepiness immediately.

At dawn, the exhausted Xiaoqin finally fell into a deep sleep.

Sun Shi, Dayun and the others rushed to this room, seeing the bloodshot eyes of Da Mo and Yang Ruoqing, and the pale faces that hadn't slept all night, Sun Shi and Dayun immediately guessed what was going on. .

"Why? Is this method useless?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing sent Da Mo back to school to catch up on sleep, because there was still a fight tonight.

Then he turned to Sun and Dayun and said, "I'm a little bit afraid, but it's not very effective."

Dayun said: "Da Mo is a strong man with a boy body, so it is reasonable to say that Yang Qi is enough."

"Could it be that the killing intent of the butcher's knife is not enough?" She asked again.

Sun said: "Maybe it's really like this..."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flickered, Luo Fengtang's sword must be full of murderous intent, because he used that sword to fight.

It's just that he always carries that sword with him, he's not at home!

Wait a minute, a flash of light flashed through Yang Ruoqing's mind, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something.

She became excited all over, and said to Sun and Dayun: "Mother, Aunt Dayun, don't say anything about this, I thought of a good idea, it will definitely work!"

"What's the best way?" Dayun asked impatiently.

Yang Ruoqing pretended to be mysterious with a smile, and said: "Please allow me to shut up first, I'll go make up for a beauty sleep, and we'll talk about it when I wake up."

Dayun curled his lips, "This girl, she has failed in her studies, and she's even teasing the elders."

Mrs. Sun also smiled helplessly, but instead told Yang Ruoqing: "Go to bed after breakfast, going to bed hungry is not good for your health."

Yang Ruoqing gave an 'hmm'.

I went to wash up, then had breakfast, and took a walk in the yard for a while.

Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to 99.

Then, she went back to the house and slept in the cage.

When he woke up, it was dark, and Da Mo had already come and waited.

"Qing'er, I borrowed a boning knife from your uncle and aunt earlier, and a willow leaf knife for pigs."

Damo came over and said like offering a treasure.

"That short-lived ghost Juren wants to be the bridegroom's official, so I'll take this willow-leaf knife to greet him and make him a ghost eunuch!" Da Mo said viciously.

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide and looked at Da Mo. On the honest and honest brother Da Mo's face, Yang Ruoqing saw a few large characters:

The revenge of the wife is not shared by the sky!
Da Mo suddenly stopped talking, because his eyes fell on the sword held by Yang Ruoqing's right hand.

"Qing'er, this is... the Mo Xie Sword we took out from the ground last time?"

Da Mo opened his eyes wide, pointed at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand and asked.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and raised her hand to caress the deep and vicissitudes of the lines on the scabbard.

"Yes, I thought that since this sword is what they call the ancient sword, it must have aura, so bring it and try it out," she said.

Damo knew about Mo Xiejian, Yang Ruoqing was not surprised at all.

Because Damo was also involved in the matter of finding the sword buried with the queen in the underground palace of the Southern Kingdom empress.

Da Mo said excitedly: "Oh, this sword must have spiritual energy, none of us can pull it out, even Tang Yazi's strength can't pull it out,"

"Qing'er, you just fiddle with the sword and it will come out of its sheath. This sword recognizes its owner. If it can recognize its owner, it must have aura!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch the sword, but he didn't expect that his fingertips had just touched the sword.
The sword that was originally held in Yang Ruoqing's hand, which seemed warm and moist like jade, trembled suddenly.

A ray of cold air overflowed, and Damo only felt his fingers get cold, and a soul-stirring coolness rushed from his fingertips directly to his whole body.

Da Mo took several steps back, looking at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand with horror on his face.

After a while, he was happy and couldn't help grinning excitedly.

"Qing'er, there is drama and drama, this sword has such a temper, hahaha, there is drama tonight!" Da Mo said.

Yang Ruoqing also stroked the Mo Xie sword in her hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

For tonight, she is also full of confidence.

Night has come.

The mountain village has no electricity, no internet, and after dinner, the villagers all got into bed very early in order to save candles and tung oil.

The night was very quiet, with occasional wind blowing through the yard, causing the branches to rustle.

With what happened last night, Xiaoqin dare not sleep tonight.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the door, she quickly pulled Yang Ruoqing to sit on the bed together.

Yang Ruoqing hung the Mo Xie sword on the tent.

In the first half of the night, I chatted with Xiaoqin occasionally, and then both of them gradually fell asleep.

I don't know when the two of them fell asleep back to back, until a strange sound came from their ears.

'Dum thump...'

Yang Ruoqing woke up suddenly, and when she looked up, she saw the Mo Xie sword hanging on the tent moving by itself.

That sound came from within the sword.

If this sword was hanging on the wall, Yang Ruoqing would really wonder if it was an earthquake.

"Qing'er, what's the matter?"

Xiaoqin also woke up immediately, quickly hid behind Yang Ruoqing, and asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing stared at the still beating sword without blinking, but said to Xiaoqin: "It should be coming, the sword has reacted."

As soon as the words fell, the doors and windows were all tightly closed, but an invisible cold wind blew past.

The candle that was burning steadily on the table suddenly jumped violently, and almost went out at a certain moment.

Xiaoqin screamed in fright, and shrank into a ball.

Yang Ruoqing quickly held Xiaoqin's hand, "Don't be afraid!"

The candle on the table was lit again, this time, it was a strange green again.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming again," Xiaoqin trembled.

"Brother Big Mo..."

As soon as she yelled, Da Mo rushed in from the door immediately.

Before Xiaoqin and Yang Ruoqing could speak, Damo understood when he saw the color-changing candle on the table.

"You are not afraid of death, I have a fight with you!"

(End of this chapter)