Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

Chapter 655 Extra Story: Cultivation Realm 8
As night fell, the family ran wildly for a day, which shows how much psychological shadow the black-clothed ghost-faced monk left on the family of seven.

Xu Erniang's leg is about to break, and Xu Yue and Xu Dalang are not as old-fashioned as she is with their children.

Xu Yue hurriedly took out the water bottle and handed it to her family members. The twins, who had also run a short distance by themselves, held the water bladders and gurgled as if they could drink a tank of water.

Xu Erniang slumped on the ground, she was too tired to care about the messy ground in the temple because she loves cleanliness.

Wang Pingping was much better, and took Xu Dalang to find broken dead branches at the gate of the temple, lit up a fire, and lit up the dark temple.

It turned out that this was a temple, but the statues enshrined are no longer there, only broken beams and four dilapidated temple walls remain.

The temple is overgrown with weeds, and no one has set foot in it for an unknown period of time.

With a cold face, Xu Qingyang took the sword and silently cleared the surrounding weeds, lest the whole family be burned to death before the ghost-masked man came.

At this moment, Xu Daxian was in a very complicated mood. He was born as the proud son of heaven, and he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

But after weeding, Xu Qingyang became more determined to go back to Xu's house.

If you can get the blessing of the family, you won't be in today's embarrassment.

Even if it didn't work, it would be [-] times better to put the family in Fangshi first than to live in a deserted village outside the city.

Only in this way can he get out of his family and do that thing.

The firewood was crackling and burning, adults and children didn't have the strength to open their mouths to speak, and everyone was doing their own things in silence.

The twins were in a daze, Xu Dalang and Xu Qingyang were looking for something to block the temple gate, lest any monsters break in suddenly.

Wang Pingping was sitting by the fire cleaning her gun, and Xu Yue was cooking with a cooker. After running for so long today, her energy was exhausted and she urgently needed to replenish.

I can't stand eating instant noodles, so I set up a pot to cook rice, and another pot of meat and vegetables, with enough oil and salt.

Xu Erniang was holding a bottle of glucose from Xu Yue in her hand, she was stuffy, and there was a glass bottle left, turned it twice in her hand, and smashed it into the fire!

"What the hell is this place!" Xu Erniang complained in a low voice, angrily pinching the weeds under her buttocks again.

It turned out that the grass was not ordinary grass, it was so strong and sharp that it cut her hand.

Blood flowed out, Xu Erniang's eyes turned red, she took out her staff, angrily released icy flames, and quickly froze the proud silk-wrapped grass under her body, kicked it down, the ice mist dispersed, and the weeds turned into dust.

The suddenly rising cold air rushed to the fire, and the flames weakened suddenly, and everyone felt a chill all over.

Xu Pingyuan sneezed loudly "Ah Chirp".

Xu Yue threw down the spatula with a "bang dang", hurriedly pulled away the two nephews who were obviously pale from the cold, and shouted angrily: "Sister, you are crazy!"

The father and son who were blocking the door with a broken door board heard the sound and turned their heads to look, and saw that Xu Erniang was glowing with blue light, the ground under her feet was covered with icicles, and her eyes were red and fierce.

It was the first time for the whole family to see Xu Erniang like this, she was as indifferent as a killer who ignored everything.

Xu Qingyang caught a glimpse of blood dripping from Xu Erniang's fingertips, and said in surprise, "No, did she touch something?"

Wang Pingping observed carefully, and immediately found that the root part of the silk-wrapped grass was still left, and asked Xu Qingyang: "What is that?"

The twins who were frightened by A Niang also came back to their senses at this time, Xu Dongbei hurriedly said:

"Aniang cut her finger while pulling grass."

Xu Qingyang took a careful look at the grass stalk, but heaved a sigh of relief.

Under Xu Erniang's indifferent gaze, he walked up to her, raised his hand, and slapped Xu Erniang on the back of the head with a "slap".

The speed was so fast that it was too late for everyone to stop them, they just watched Xu Erniang's head tilted, paused for a moment, and then burst into tears with a "woo".

"Woooooo, I regret coming to this ghost place. Woooooo, what happened to me just now? Why are you looking at me like this?"

While crying, Xu Erniang did not forget to look at everyone aggrieved with her recovered sense.

Xu Qingyang squatted down, pulled out the grass stalk and threw it out, "This is silk-wrapping grass, slightly poisonous, and has a hallucinogenic effect that deepens emotions. When I see you later, you should be careful. Although it is not very poisonous, everyone It is a mortal body, easy to get a picture."

Everyone hurriedly nodded to express that they remembered.

Xu Yue looked at her niece who was sneezing wildly with distress, and couldn't help but glared at Xu Erniang.

"Everyone discussed it together when we came here. How could my sister get caught up with this little difficulty in front of me?"

"Look at the good things you did. Fortunately, I have medicine in my hand, otherwise the plain will be so cold that I will have a fever, and I will see what you will do."

Because of their physique, the twins seldom get sick. In the cold winter months, they have never seen their noses inhaled once while stepping on the snow with bare feet.

This time it was really frozen.

Xu Erniang was filled with guilt, and now that she had vented, her mood was much better, and she took the child into her arms, and healed her with the holy light technique.

Both Xu Yue and Wang Pingping were not at ease, and they gave some cold medicine just in case.

In this strange world, if one accidentally gets sick, that is the trouble.

"Drink more hot water." Xu Dalang took the bowl of hot water that Xu Yue handed over, and strictly obeyed his sister's instructions like a machine, urging his nephew and niece to drink two more sips.

Xu Dongbei really couldn't drink anymore, he stood up holding his bladder, and wanted to pee.

The gate was blocked, so Xu Qingyang led his grandson up the temple wall and taught him how to "face the wind ten miles away".

The corner of Wang Pingping's mouth twitched after witnessing the whole process, what a mess!
Soon, the grandparents and grandchildren came back smiling, and Xu Dongbei proudly said to his sister, "Three meters away, grandpa said I'm very talented, hehehe~"

Nestled in A Niang's warm arms, Xu Pingyuan hummed lazily, very perfunctorily.

Xu Yue finished cooking, and the family sat around the fire to finish dinner, when they heard the howling of monsters and beasts from the mountains in the distance, which was very haunting.

"Wonderful beasts won't come rushing down the mountain?" Xu Erniang asked worriedly. She is now in a much better mood than before, and she doesn't say anything about regrets anymore.

Xu Qingyang waved his hand, "No, I have already placed a barrier outside the temple to isolate the breath."

Xu Yue nodded, and curiously asked Dad who that ghost-faced man in black was and why he let them go.

Xu Qingyang replied in a deep voice: "If I'm not mistaken, they should be members of the Devil's Cult. These people practice evil methods, and they never take decent monks seriously."

"As for why you let us go?" Xu Qingyang glanced at the poor clothes of the family members, who looked exactly like beggars, and said uncertainly, "Maybe, it's because we are too poor to be worth his shot?"

In the eyes of ordinary people, the cotton clothes they wear must be good goods, and these weapons forged from fine steel are also very expensive.

But for immortal cultivators, things that have no aura and have nothing to do with diligent cultivation are rags!
The truth is often so unadorned.

(End of this chapter)