Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Cen Dong choked out a sentence, and took a step back: "I, I'm not from the Cen family..."

The Cen family looked back at him in unison, their eyes full of incredulity and disbelief.

No matter how selfish Cen's second son is, he can't say such selfish words. He stared at his two big eyes: "Dongzi, what are you talking about!"

Granny Cen looked at her eldest grandson with disappointed eyes.

She can understand such words from someone with a foreign surname like a daughter-in-law.

But this is her eldest grandson, the eldest grandson of the Cen family, surnamed Cen.

Mrs. Cen was very dissatisfied with Cen Dong's deliberate delay in rescuing Abao, but she didn't push him down cruelly. Isn't it because he is his son's only child, but now...

Granny Cen suppressed her anger and asked again: "What did you say? Say it again?"

Cen Dong loosened and clenched his clenched hands, and met the old lady Cen's eyes: "Grandma, you forced me not to let me be part of Cen's family, and you drove me to the dealer's boat yourself."

The old lady Cen put her hips on her hips: "You are heartless, if you didn't save Bao on purpose, I would have kicked you onto the dealer's boat? Even if I kicked you out, I said I don't want you?"

Cen Dong shrugged his shoulders indifferently like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and insisted on his reasons: "I have said it, it's not that I don't want to save people, it's just that I just saw it, and you don't believe me, there is nothing you can do."

Seeing that his old lady was getting angry, Cen's second son hurried forward to give her some peace of mind: "Mother, don't be angry, I will teach Dongzi a lesson."

Granny Cen held down his hand and waved it: "Okay, don't waste that effort, this man, once he wants to leave, no one can stop him."

Cen's second son gave his son a hard look and followed the Cen family to the small thatched cottage.

A thatched hut is narrow, the floor is covered with tattered straw mats, the window paper is torn, and mice and insects are running around.

The old lady Cen was afraid that A Bao would be afraid, so she swung her clothes back and forth to drive the mice out: "This place is where people live, if you stay here for a few days, you will probably fall ill."

Cen Laosan nodded, and sprinkled the powdered wormwood on the corners: "Let the children sleep there."

"Well, it's too wasteful to spread our things."

The Cen family didn't lie down, they sat cross-legged one by one, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, frowning.

Boss Cen suddenly stood up and bowed to the Cen family.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Boss Cen sat down again: "We are not sick, and I also know why we were brought here. There was a soldier over there who was a fellow countryman I knew before. We took the martial arts exam together. Later, he didn't pass the exam. I went down, I don’t know who I climbed up, and I became the leader of the army. We had some conflicts before, but this time it fell into his hands and hurt everyone.”

Old Madam Cen's wrinkled face sank: "This man is really a villain. He used such despicable means to deal with us."

"What's the matter now? It seems that this person is in charge of the refugee guard. If he is there for a day, we won't be able to get in."

Boss Cen stood up: "I'll go talk to him."

He strode away, and Cen Abao patted Mrs. Cen's hand like a little adult: "Grandma, I'll follow. I've specified that daddy won't be impulsive."

Qi Kuo seemed to know that Boss Cen would come to look for him, and he was enjoying the moon while drinking leisurely outside. Seeing Boss Cen, he clicked his tongue: "Yo, yo, who is this, isn't this the champion of martial arts... ..."