win the hairpin

Chapter 137 Xiao Song is bored
"If you can't get out, you will die in this mud." Han Beiqu said.

Yin Xiao felt that she had become very small, and became one of those little guys outside who were scrambling for pig's head meat. Killing people made him suffer, but if he didn't kill people, he would be killed.

Just as he jumped onto the couch and raised his knife to face the group of huge monsters, the bayberry core in his mouth rolled and made him stop.

He is Yin Xiao, the nursing home of the eldest lady, not the little ghost here.

Withdrawing the knife little by little, a drop of tear dripped from the eyelashes, so fast that people thought it was an illusion, he wiped the blood on his hand and the sharp knife on the clothes of the behemoth, and whispered: "I have something, I want you to come manage."

The long knife in the ruler's hand didn't even have a chance to make a move. He shook his head and nodded, "I'll do it."

Yin Xiao retreated from the couch to the ground, his posture was neat and clean, his every move outlined beautiful lines, and he hid the knife in a smooth manner. He thought that he should follow Song Huiyue's teaching and be kind.

So he showed a kind smile: "Do you know Chen Zhigang?"

The fat commander looked at Yin Xiao standing among the four corpses, smiling at him with bloody hands, and he, who was already a frightened bird, trembled again.

This smile is too scary, when she smiles, the phoenix eyes are as sharp as knives.

He would rather Yinxiao not laugh and continue to be a life-threatening ghost.

"No, I don't know," he replied tremblingly, "but I will know, I'll let the boys go out and find out who Chen, Chen Qigang is."

"Chen Zhigang."

"Yes, Chen Zhigang, the spirit of ambition, no, the ambition of ambition." The leader spoke incoherently, his face was pale, and he wished he could give up the country he had worked so hard to go out and surrender.

Yin Xiao nodded: "Chen Zhigang, the deputy secretary of the third division, speaks badly, and I have to teach him a lesson."

"Oh, the third division officer."

"Ok?"

The commander continued to tremble in Yin Xiao's voice, and the fat on his body was almost overflowing from the roof: "It's not big, it's not big, it's not teaching the emperor, it's not big at all, a deputy historian, not even a real one."

Yin Xiao took a few steps back, escaped from the light of the lights amidst the blood, and turned into a cloud of blood mist in the darkness: "In three days, if you can't do it, I will come again."

After speaking, he stopped looking at the fat man's reaction and turned to leave the ditch.

The little ghosts along the way had already licked their fingers clean without leaving any oil or water. They first looked at Yin Xiao anxiously, trying to follow him and get some other food from him.

They saw that he was still carrying a paper bag when he went in.

But after seeing Yin Xiao's appearance clearly, the little ghosts stood close to the beam without saying a word, the blood all over their bodies became cold and condensed in their bodies, their dirty faces were full of fear, and their eyeballs were cut into two pieces Godless tombstone.

Yin Xiao quickly walked to the entrance of the cave, took off everything filthy on his body, washed his head, face, hands, including his own sharp knife in the river water, and then he was barefoot, wearing only a mid-length single, with a mouth in his mouth. A red bayberry returned to the world.

His strange attire attracted the attention of passers-by. He bought a cloak and put it on, bought a bottle of Huang Teng wine, and drank it while walking.

Among a group of drunks, his attire became natural, and the strange smell on his body was also covered by the smell of alcohol.

Walking and drinking back to Caomen Street, he stood outside the door and knocked on the door.

Tan Ran rubbed her eyes and got up to open the door: "Yin Xiao?"

When he saw Yin Xiao's honor clearly, he straightened his face and reprimanded him sternly: "You are a nurse, how can you go out to drink at night!"

Yin Xiao stuffed the wine into his arms: "Then treat you to a drink."

Tan Ran watched Yin Xiao striding in, immediately put the wine bottle on the ground, and stretched out his head to look left and right, wanting to see if there was anyone suspicious.

This family is full of female relatives, only he and Yin Xiao are two men, Yin Xiao seems unreliable, since he has received money from the big lady, he has to do things well, and not let the little thief take advantage of the loopholes.

After looking and looking, the streets were full of drunks in twos and threes, and the incense shop guys on the left and right sides of the house saw that he was acting suspiciously, and they all became vigilant, guarding against him coming out to steal incense.

Fortunately, Tan Ran didn't find any suspicious person, so he retracted his head and closed the door gently.

The yard was still a bit messy and crowded. The room where Song Huiyue lived was lit, and Yin Xiao only needed a few steps to stand on the porch.

He stopped in front of the porch, stood facing the house, and said nothing.

The house is a fragrant and clean place. Song Huiyue chopped down a small bamboo at the back door of the house, chopped it into pieces, and then cut it into thin slices. He took the soft yellow bamboo strips and put them in the embroidery thread. In the dustpan, make things in the house.

After seeing Yin Xiao's figure, she didn't stop, and continued to let the thin bamboo strips shuttle between her fingers. After a while, she stopped, blew on the lamp, and went to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the weather was still cold, and the sun came out of the ice cellar. Apart from being bright, it was extraordinarily cold, making it suitable for warming up at home.

Song Huiyue stayed at home, and waited for a tabloid. The Zhang family clarified the misunderstanding, and the Zhang family and Concubine Zhang rewarded the Song family. It was so strange. The tabloid knew about the Zhang family's compensation. She hasn't seen it yet.

After reading it, she burned the tabloid to ashes and helped Aunt Lin make breakfast in the kitchen.

Aunt Lin was frightened when she saw her enter the kitchen, so she "invited" her out and let her go out to play by herself.

Song Huiyue went to the miscellaneous room, but was thrown out by dust before entering the door.

Tan Ran was cleaning inside, and he moved out all the furniture with missing arms and legs, ready to chop and burn, and then he got a big feather duster and patted it inside.

Song Huiyue sneezed heavily, and quickly left this place, heading for the cleanest Song Qinghui's place.

Yuan Yuan had just fed Song Qinghui medicine and ginseng soup. Song Qinghui lay quietly on the bed without even shaking his eyelashes.

Song Huiyue was bored, so she moved a chair and asked Yin Xiao to find a storybook for herself, and read "The Story of the Three Towers of the West Lake" to Song Qinghui.

"This Xi Xuanzan was only in his twenties. He was not fond of drinking and sex all his life. He only liked to play around. It was Qingming that day. How could it be rainy and then sunny. At that time, there were two cups of wine and three cups of wine. Xi Xuanzan looked at the woman and was born like a flower. Siyu, with a fluttering mind, asked the woman's surname."

When she read this, she took the opportunity to educate Song Qinghui: "Look at this Xi Xuanzan, who said he doesn't like drinking and sex, but when he sees a woman, he becomes distracted. It's not good."

Then he continued to read, thinking that the woman was a white snake, the woman who caught Xi Xuanzan was an otter, and the one who rescued Xi Xuanzan was a black-bone chicken, so he shook his head and said, "Qinghui, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, the black-bone chicken, the otter, the white snake... Three things can make a family."

Seeing the back, the real man built three stone pagodas to suppress the three monsters in the lake, and they are still there today. He said: "Fortunately, we didn't put them in one pagoda. Being neighbors on one left and one on the right can make the world peaceful. Put it together, if you have nothing to do, you must fight."

(End of this chapter)