The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 122 Yun Cheng and Luo Jia's House

Hearing these words, the leader of the dark guard couldn't bear it anymore and stood up from the ground.

The long sword in his hand pointed directly at Luo Jia's neck. It seemed that if he moved a little further, Luo Jia would be cut off.

"I advise you to stop in moderation!"

"We protect you, don't worry too much about it, we will win-win for each other."

"Otherwise, we'll kill you and kill you, or we'll run away!" the dark guard's words were cold, and he had an arrogance engraved in Luo Jia's bones.

The other seven hidden guards behind the leader also stood up.

Luo Jia stretched his neck forward a little, leaning on the sharp blade, and laughed.

"Hahaha~"

The laughter was deep and ominous, which made the leader of the hidden guard extremely uneasy. He moved his sword back a little, fearing that this lunatic would hit him directly and kill him.

He lowered his voice and roared, "Stop laughing!"

"Why don't you guess, did you die first, or did I die first?" Luo Jia raised his head abruptly, his eyes glowing red.

The next moment, there was a flash of swords and swords, and almost instantly, 8 corpses lay on the ground.

Standing beside Luo Jia was a phantom whose whole body was shrouded in darkness.

The next moment slowly disappeared.

Luo Jia touched his neck with a strange and erratic voice: "The moment Yun Cheng rescued me, my life is not my own, but Yun Cheng's. Without Yun Cheng's consent, none of you can take it." Walk."

"Not even myself..."

Yun Cheng stared at Luo Jia's room in the darkness without any sleepiness.

After a long time, Yun Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

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A few days passed by in a flash.

The house in Nangang Village has also been built, and Yun Cheng was called out by Luo Jia early in the morning.

After breakfast, they couldn't wait to go home.

Yun Cheng was also forced by Luo Jia to change into new clothes.

It was that bright red, fiery color that made Yun Cheng's face even fairer.

The belt around his waist pinches Yun Cheng extremely thin, making Yun Cheng's whole body even more slender and imposing.

But the snow-white lump on the neckline made Luo Jia feel that Yun Cheng is really cute.

Very rarely.

"Cloud ride?"

"Huh?" Yun Cheng turned his head.

"Yuncheng, we will have a home in the future, our own home, yours and mine."

Yun Cheng didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't make any difference if you have a home or not, it's just a sheltered place."

But Luo Jia refuted Yun Cheng very seriously this time: "No!"

"There are many places for shelter, maybe a tile, a brick, or a lotus leaf can keep you out of the rain."

"But you have to understand, there is only one home."

"Home is not just a shelter from the wind and rain, it will always exist. It is a resting place when you are sad and tired, and a safe haven when you are injured."

"It's you who are hungry and thirsty. Some people are worried, some are worried, and some are recited."

Although Yun Cheng never showed it, Luo Jia still knew that Yun Cheng had no home just like himself.

Yun Cheng didn't speak any more, but he never refuted Luo Jia either.

Luo Jia thought Yun Cheng was moved.

But the little black face couldn't help but want to faint when he heard the thoughts in his master's heart.

The owner secretly said in his heart: Home is a bad guy, and a bad guy is a troublemaker, so home is trouble.

Family needs money, spending money equals earning money, earning money equals being tired, family equals being tired.

Therefore, having a home with a bad face and spending money is tantamount to trouble and tiring.

The little black face cried and hit the wall with his head!

(End of this chapter)