Chapter 271 Evil Slave

The Fourth Volume of Seven Star Xuanmo

Jiyang sat in **, and his eyes flickered. Where should he go? With a sigh, Jiyang stretched out his hand and turned over a three- or four-inch pure black solid object back and forth in the palm of his hand, exuding an extremely cold atmosphere. I left one of the yin and yang eyes for Ximen Molian. The two magical elixirs have been thrown away by themselves. As for who has been killed, it has nothing to do with me. Only half of the stalactite springs in my hand are hot things, and these stalactite springs are things that break through to the realm of Danshi. Naturally, it is impossible to give up, so the possibility that he could have devoted himself to the Simon family was completely shattered.

Although if you join the Ximen family, you can save your life, you must be unable to save this stalactite spring. Jiyang has a clear understanding of the style of these big families on earth. In their eyes, there are only the highest interests, and the rest are in vain.

Although I have such a special relationship with Ximen Molian, everything is just a decoration in front of the absolute interests of these big families, as fragile as a piece of paper. As long as you join the Ximen family, not only will it be impossible to get half of the stalactite spring, but also you will be strictly controlled by them, because the rulers of the Ximen family will never hope that there will be other monks who know the existence of the ruins besides their four forces.

And there are many hidden secrets on my body. Joining the Ximen family can only be a helpless measure, and Jiyang has no choice but to plan to join it.

In addition, there are two ways to go. One is to go straight south through the sphere of influence of the two paths, go to the Hundred Immortals League or Yuanmeng Grassland to avoid the siege of the four forces, and the other is through the ancient teleportation array in the mine outside the current corpse demon sect to the unknown place.

But these two places also have a lot of risks. Now the wizards of the Hundred Immortals League and the Yuanmeng people are fighting with Zhengmo. If you go south, you must cross the defense line of the two armies. At this juncture, if you are accidentally suspected or found, you can only go back to the battlefield to fight and live directly. The end of being executed. It is also risky to leave this place through the ancient transmission array. Although the transmission array on this side is still intact, Jiyang on the other side does not know whether it is as intact as in the mine.

If the transmission array on the other side has been completely destroyed or damaged, it will be a terrible thing. Either the transmission array cannot be transmitted at all, or it is directly squeezed into atoms by the void pressure in the process of transmission. It is more dangerous than the battle between the two armies!

Thinking about Jiyang, there is no good idea. I couldn't help squinting my sleepy eyes and yawning, and then smiled gently: "It seems that the blood in my body has really been lost too much. Up to now, I will be sleepy every time, and I will feel hungry. I'm really a little peasant man. It tastes good."

With a wry smile twice, Jiyang took the opportunity to blow out the dim oil lamp in front of the bed and fell asleep.

The next day was still a good day, and the sun was shining. Jiyang pulled two old scalpers and continued to plough the ground with Hong Sicheng. The land was harvested quickly, but it was a hard work to turn over the soil again. After four consecutive days, the two of them completely turned over more than a dozen mu of land, according to In Hong Sicheng's words, these ploughed land can be planted with new grain in a few days.

In the past few days, things should be done. It is reasonable to be happy to have a long break, but Hong Sicheng's face has become more and more ugly these two days, and he is getting more and more worried. And every night, Jiyang could hear Hong Sicheng talking about something to his wife until late, which made him very confused and puzzled.

However, since he didn't tell him about other people's troubles, Jiyang would naturally not ask more questions.

In this way, another three days have passed in a hurry. Since the beginning of this morning, the day has been gloomy, which makes people feel not depressed. Moreover, the weather has not improved at all in the afternoon, but has worsened and become more gloomy.

Finally, in a sad thunderous sound, the bean-sized raindrops fell straight down and made a "tick" sound on the blue-brown tiles at the top of the house. A large amount of rain fell down the cracks between the tiles and became a smoky water in front of Hong Sicheng's largest main room. The curtain is quite poetic.

But at this moment, Hong Sicheng's family and Jiyang sat in this very spacious living room, allowing the sound of "woo" wind mixed with water droplets splashing on their simple faces. Without any movement, they stared at the pouring rain outside the door coldly without saying a word.

Jiyang sat in the back of the living room. Behind him, 15-year-old Hong Feier and his seven-year-old brother Hong Wu stood nervously. Hong Feier's pale face seemed to be waiting for the end of the world.

At this time, although Jiyang was also sitting seriously and did not smile, he was a little relaxed. Last night, Hong Sicheng came to himself and told him the original story, begging that once the matter was really impossible, he would take Hong Feier and Hong Wu to run away with all his strength and never come back. In the future, if Jiyang does not dislike it, then Hong Feier will be his wife. Hong Sicheng only hopes that his daughter and son will have a good life.

For this reason, Hong Sicheng gave most of his valuable softness to Hong Feier for her to take with him, hoping that his daughter and son could live a better life.

Jiyang did not say anything about this. He looked at Hong Sicheng and his wife sitting at the front of the gate with their hands tightly held each other and sighed slightly in his heart. He knew that it was time for him to leave. All he could do before leaving was to help them get through this. As for what they would do in the future. Life and how to survive depends on what they mean by heaven.

The rain fell down from the door, almost the water became the sky, and the sky became water, which was no longer difficult to distinguish. While Hong Sicheng's family was waiting quietly, two figures in dragonflies pushed open the wooden door of Hong Sicheng's yard.

"It's coming!" Hong Sicheng stood up, and a pair of tigers stared at the two people coming in from the outside, and a pair of fists full of vicissitudes suddenly clenched tightly.

"Brother Hong, Brother Hong, happy events, happy events! Why don't you come out quickly to meet Master Zhao?" The yard was not big, but in a moment, the two figures stepped on the steps and came to the eaves of the main house. Before they took off the raincoats that had been completely soaked by the rain, one of the old voices shouted in a flattering voice.

However, before Hong Sicheng could speak, the other person screamed and said, "No, we will be in-laws in two days. How can we let our father-in-law come to welcome each other?" With that, the man threw the removed clothes far away and stuck to the ground like a rotten dog skin plaster.

This is a slightly fat half-old man, dressed in a blue robe, with two mustaches trembling and walking into the hall.

"Mr. Zhao, this is our land rent this year. Please have a look." Watching the slightly fat guy enter his living room, Hong Sicheng pulled his face slightly and immediately handed over a bulging silver coin.

"No hurry, last year's land rent is the last time. Today I'm here to talk to you. When will I choose an auspicious day to handle my marriage with Phil? I talked to you about this last year. I don't think you will be bad?" Manager Zhao smiled and pushed back the money handed over by Hong Sicheng quietly, and sat down with a smile on another empty stool.

And an old man behind him who looked a little vicissitudes also stood behind Zhao, smiling and said, "How can it be? I know the best who Brother Hong is. He has always been a man with a lot of words! What he promised has never returned!"

"Village head, you!" Hong Sicheng's face suddenly changed when he heard the words.

"Brother Hong, the housekeeper Zhao fell in love with your Fei'er girl, which is the blessing of your Hong family. Marrying Zhao's housekeeper and becoming his low 19th concubine is a good thing that others can't ask for. Don't hesitate to lift her up. As long as Fei'er gets married, she must be accompanied by glory and rich life. It's far better than Live a hard life in this poor valley. The thin old man turned a blind eye to Hong Sicheng's angry eyes. Instead, he broke his fingers that seemed to be a shit stick in the pit and calculated the great benefits of marrying his daughter to the housekeeper Zhao as the 19th concubine. It was spitting and eloquent, and he almost praised the housekeeper to the sky. And every time he said a good thing, Hong Feier's face, who hid behind Jiyang, was pale. In the end, Hong Feier, the little girl, had no blood on her face, and her big eyes were full of strong panic.

Looking at the pale and weak appearance of the little girl behind him, Ji Yang couldn't help patting her on the shoulder to comfort her, and then stood up abruptly. Hong Feier had a delicate and pretty face and looked at Jiyang, as if she could find enough support and comfort from this young man who almost suddenly broke into their family.

The time Jiyang stood up was very strange. Just when the village head spoke with the highest voice, he was eloquent for a moment. The village head with shining eyes suddenly stopped the owner and looked at Jiyang straight for a long time. He seemed to be a thin body. The old village head of the giant shit-stiring stick pointed to Jiyang like a bald-tailed cat with its paws and screamed: "Little thing, what's your attitude when the elder speaks! Is that how Brother Hong taught you? The old village head's face was purple and blue as if he had eaten dog shit, and he couldn't wait to scrape off a layer of skin in his eyes looking at Jiyang! What a good opportunity for him to please the housekeeper Zhao. He was destroyed by this boy. It's really unforgivable! The crime is unforgivable!

"What are you? It's just an old dog!" Jiyang looked at the angry old village head and smiled coldly with his hands on his chest, revealing his white teeth.

"Hmm?" Zhao's face, who was sitting on the stool and listening to the compliment of the village grower of Xiaoyan Village, changed slightly. He looked at Jiyang and smiled and said, "Hong Sicheng, is this your son? If you don't know the rules, get out of the face!" Zhao's housekeeper said it easily, but Hong Sicheng and his wife's faces suddenly became extremely ugly, while the old village head behind Zhao's steward smiled negatively, as if he could see the final end of the boy who was disrespectful to him in front of him.

Suddenly, Jiyang smiled and smiled brightly. He turned his head and looked at the well-dressed housekeeper Zhao: "What are you? But it's just an old dog. Let the young master slap himself in the face, do you deserve this bald-tailed dog?

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