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Li Sanlang, a bearded man with a wooden knife in his hand, ran over with the crowd. When he saw Jiang Dong, he was obviously stunned. He recognized her as the pungent girl who took the sword yesterday. However, he did not expect that the grey faced and ragged girl was so beautiful.

She stood in front of the Xiuchen of Song Dynasty and looked at the people coldly. She didn't say a word. She just looked aloof and arrogant. The villagers who came to help her lose their momentum. The villagers looked at each other, and one of them asked Li Sanlang, "is that the crazy girl you are talking about?"

Li Sanlang was at a loss. He coughed up and roared: "thief girl! Did you hurt me with your sword yesterday

Jiang Dong's face was expressionless, "what? Come to me for revenge? Beard, you look like a dog. Come to me for revenge. If you pull on so many people, you won't be afraid to spread a joke! "

Li Sanlang turned to the people and said, "this girl can do magic. Let's tie her up and send it to the village head."

Jiang Dong rubbed the hilt of his sword drinking spring sword at his waist and said with a smile, "I'm in a bad mood. If you want to do it, don't talk nonsense!"

A young man with a dark face in the crowd said, "Li San, you can see that this little girl is weak and unsophisticated. What's the matter with our old man to deal with a little lady? You have to reason with him and ask the gentleman behind the little girl."

Li San rolled his eyes. He knew that the dark boy was afraid of Jiang Dong's sword and picked the soft persimmon in his wheelchair. He suddenly moved in his heart and asked in a loud voice, "who is this girl in the wheelchair?"

Song Xiuchen light way: "maidservant."

Li San let out a cry of jealousy, thinking that the sick rice seedling with inconvenient legs and feet was surrounded by fairies like fairies. He asked in a gruff voice: "your little maid hurt me yesterday, how to say?"

Song Xiuchen asked, "what do you think you should say?"

Li San pretended to think deeply for a while, then he said: "my arm was cut off a piece of meat by her. Originally, I came here today to think about cutting off a piece of her meat, waiting for two catties. It's over. But I think the little girl is thin and weak. I can't cut a piece of meat. It's better to lend her to me for a few days, take good care of me, and wait for this arm to be good, I'll give it back to you. "

Song Xiuchen did not speak. A colorful butterfly came from nowhere. He just looked at the dancing butterfly.

Li San frowned, "I'm talking to you! If not, hum He took up the wood knife in his hand and waved, "I don't want to vent my anger on this little girl, so I have to cut off your meat!"

Jiang Dong pressed the hilt of Yinquan sword and said, "try it

Li Sanyo roared and said with a smile, "what a shrewd girl! If I say anything to you, you will say you won't listen. I will not be polite. I will directly tie you back to be a daughter-in-law. When you are obedient and obedient on the bed board, you will know how powerful I am

A trace of imperceptible anger flashed in Song Xiuchen's eyes. He frowned slightly and was impatient: "speak well. You have to teach you the rules before you know how to be a man?"

Li Sanlang burst out laughing and said with a smile to the dog legs behind him: "will the sick rice seedling put out cruel words?"

He pointed to the Xiuchen of Song Dynasty and said: "this childe, no matter what you are, when you come to Boxi village, the rules will be great if you get to Boxi village." he shook his fist and said, "do you see, your grandfather's fist in my hand is as big as your crotch? Oh no, three. You say you are a sick seedling. Can that happen? Why are there so many beautiful girls and little daughter-in-law willing to follow you? They are not shitting in the manger

The crowd laughed, and the man looked askance at the Xiuchen of Song Dynasty.

The butterfly suddenly fell on the man's face. The man was impatient to slap the butterfly to death. He wanted to speak foul language again. He suddenly stopped and held his mouth. His face turned red. He could not say a word.

Song Xiuchen didn't care. He rubbed a jade finger on his thumb. He said in a soft voice: "I heard that there is a kind of colorful butterfly in southern Xinjiang. The poisonous powder on the butterfly wings can paralyze people's throat and make people unable to breathe."

The man sobbed and couldn't speak. He covered his throat as if he wanted to cough. He tried his best to cough the things in his throat.

Jiang Dong took the drink spring sword and looked at Song Xiuchen. Although she also wanted to give the man some color, she did not intend to kill people. "See if he can't support for too long, is there any way to solve it?"

Looking at the crowd, song Xiuchen said slowly, "if I remember correctly, I need to use the stench to gasify." 123 reading website www.123kanshu.com

When they saw him rolling on the ground and foaming at his mouth, they didn't dare to hesitate. They quickly lifted him up and ran to the nearby cesspool.

Jiang Dong pushes song Xiuchen back to the fence yard. He looks as if he didn't take Li Sanlang's dirty words to heart.

"Where did the butterfly come from?" she asked curiously

Song Xiuchen whole sleeve, "Southern Xinjiang Gu Shu."

"Oh," Jiang Dong said, "flying out of your sleeve? What else do you have in your sleeve He pulled up his wide cuff and looked inside.Song Xiuchen took back his sleeve. "Do you want to have a try?"

Jiang Dong said with a smile: "it's better to forget..."

Song Xiuchen no longer spoke. The sun was setting, and the dim yellow light fell on his face. It was clearly a soft light, but a cold feeling emerged from his face.

Jiang Dong couldn't help but pull his sleeve again, "minister, I've been smiling for a day, and you've given me a smile."

Song Xiuchen remained unmoved.

Jiang Dong murmured: "before you were so shameless and skin less, now you start to ignore people. Which is true?"

In fact, he didn't know which was the real one. He was disguised. He never lived wantonly in his life.

Jiang Dong muttered: "forget it, no matter which is true, I like it. Who makes you look good? "

Song Xiuchen turned his wheelchair and ignored her. Jiang Dong stood for a moment, pushed him into the room, found a blanket on the bed, put it on the leg of Xiuchen song, and beat his leg in silence.

After beating for a while, she felt that the muscles in his legs were no longer so stiff, and then she said softly, "do you want to get up and walk?"

Song Xiuchen said, Jiang Dong helped him to walk in the room for two times and sat down on the edge of the bed again.

She looked at Song Xiuchen and saw that although he had no expression, he was sweating heavily on his forehead. She wiped away the sweat and knew that he was going to be hard.

She continued to pinch his legs and said, "why can't my legs walk?"

Song Xiuchen pressed her hand, staring at her, and slowly said, "I'm a waste man."

"You are not."

"Song Xiuchen laughed:" or a dead man

Jiang Dong's tears burst out of her eyes, and she shook her head obstinately: "you are not!"

Song Xiuchen did not argue with her, he just calmly stated: "yes."

Jiang Dong put his arm around his neck and sobbed: "no!"

She held him tightly, as if she would never lose it. Tears blurred, she came forward to kiss his cold lips.