Chapter 58 Bloodthirsty Slaughter

Originally, I just planned to squint, but when I fell down, it was dinner time when I woke up, Wang Xiaojue still woke her up.

Su Siman answered hummingly, turned over and continued to nest. He didn't want to get up, and his laziness had not dissipated.

"Get up! Go clean up the table." He knocked on the bedside table with a pair of chopsticks, crackling like setting off firecrackers.

Su Siman was annoyed by him. He lifted the quilt and sat up. He climbed out of bed with a sharp movement. The two feet stretched into the shoes without having to sort them out - the shoes are too big to be used as slippers - the shoes she is wearing now are not her own, and her own shoes have long been washed away by the river.

As soon as she looked up, she found that Wang Xiaojue's dress seemed to be a little different from usual. She glanced at it from her face to the chopsticks in her hand, and finally found something wrong - this girl was actually wearing an apron and holding a chopsticks in her hand. No wonder she always felt that his shape was different. This is also strange. How can this boy cook? To be honest, if he wears a chef's hat and replaces the chopsticks in his hand with a shovel, he will look like a chef.

Wang Xiaojue didn't care about Su Siman's surprised eyes at all and handed the chopsticks in his hand to her: "Clean up the table."

Oh! Unexpectedly, she was called the crown princess!

Su Siman stared at him dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing?"

He then wondered that the woman's ears were not very good. She was simply better than the grandmother in her hometown, so he had to say patiently, "Go clean up the table. I'll call them back to dinner in the field."

This time, his tone softened a lot. Su Siman rolled his eyes and took over the chopsticks.

Before he arrived at the kitchen, Susman was seduced by the smell of vegetables and accelerated his pace.

The old woman stood at the door of the kitchen with a crutch and was preparing to turn around tremblingly. Su Siman quickly stepped forward and helped her to sit down in the chair. Then wipe the table and bring the dishes. Su Siman is very familiar with this work and has become very familiar with it in modern times.

Although Wang Xiaoyu is usually a master with few words and unique skills, his cooking skills are really amazing. He doesn't know how many streets he throw out of Gao Yunqing. This skill attracted Su Siman to look at him quite impressively. At the same time, it also made Susman have a strong interest in him, because he doesn't seem to be able to go to the kitchen - look, ancient times was a patriarchal society. How many men can cook? Men who can cook in this era are rarer and more precious than modern pandas.

After that, Su Siman would talk nonsense to him when he was bored. To be honest, she was very curious about him. What's more, she wants to trap him - what on earth does he want to do with her?

But every time the topic comes to "Your injury has healed, when are you ready to leave the village", he changes the topic, damn it!

Su Siman thought that the two had been together for a month. Who could be ruthless? If he really planned to kill her or hand her over to Liang Shaoxuan, he would have done this long ago. There is no need to delay. I just can't figure out what he is thinking when he is still in the village.

Kearing that his life was temporarily in danger, Su Siman breathed a sigh of relief and recovered peacefully, waiting for him to recover early and leave here. As for whether to go back to the palace immediately after leaving to find Liang Shaojun or to wander outside the palace to adjust her mood for the time being, she hasn't decided yet. If she said she would go back to the palace immediately, she was reluctant. Liang Shaojun's behavior this time made her a little cold. She asked her to face him immediately. At least she didn't want to buffer for a period of time and wait until her mood was completely calmed down before she saw him.

I don't know what's going on in Beijing? If it is true as Wang Xiaojue said, has Liang Shaojun taken action against the Zhang family? Is the Zhang family still standing in the court? Or has it been defeated in one fell swoop?

For a few days in the mountains, it must have been a sudden change of stars outside.

Alas, these things are not something she can turn around, nor should she be in charge of.

In the future, you still can't give your heart to others completely, at least keep part of it for yourself, so as not to be broken up. She can only be a princess at ease. What kind of love and hate? It's all emptiness. How much is it worth? It's just annoyance. Anyway, if you treat others with your heart and lungs, they will still use you. Why do you need to find abuse by yourself?

The air in the mountains is really fresh, dredging all the drowsy and redundancy in her head. This time she was enlightened and saved Wang Xiaoxuan from enlightening her saliva.

After living for a few more days, Su Siman felt almost better and no longer had to recover from his injury, so he had the idea of resigning. This day, she was picking up things while thinking about it. After talking about it for so long in her hometown, it's not good to eat and drink for free. At least it's meaningful. But he couldn't find anything valuable in his pocket, and Susman suddenly blushed with embarrassment. Find Wang Xiaoyu to discuss and see if he can get some money. Anyway, she is not the only one here to recover, and he also has a share.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoyu still has some broken silver on his body.

He turned over the money bag and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What, are you going to leave?"

"Yes!" Susman answered simply.

"Hasn't your injury healed yet?"

"It's okay. It's almost better. You can't die if you drown in the reef river again."

The corners of Wang Xiaoyu's mouth twitched, and his face suddenly turned green. This woman is the one who can't open the pot.

I didn't know that I would go, but there was a big mistake the night before I left. The night was hazy, and a group of unknown black killers suddenly came to the village. These people killed people without blinking an eye and set fire to the village.

Su Siman has encountered such a slaughter for the first time. The fire is as bright as day, and many people have no time to resist in their sleep and become wronged ghosts.

I don't know how many people came. They scattered and searched everywhere and killed people when they saw them. The village, which should have been silent, screamed endlessly and noisy.

Wang Xiaoluo dragged her and her family to hide behind the haystack in the field. Grandma didn't understand what had happened at all. She opened her old eyes and tried to see it clearly. When she was about to ask, she was clicked by him. He took the opportunity to click the acupuncture points of the other three, and the father and son looked at each other in constersantly and were frightened in their eyes. Su Siman was also a little frightened. Didn't this group come for her? Poor many people have become ghosts for nothing! Liang Shaoxuan is really cruel and lifeless!

She stared at Wang Xiaoyu's eyes and burned angrily, but she could only complain silently.

Wang Xiaoyu did not avoid flashing and went straight to her eyes, and the almost harsh calmness in his eyes made people's back cold. Su Siman became more and more angry. The village was isolated from the world, and it was difficult for outsiders to find it. It must be Wang Xiaoxuan who reported a letter to Liang Shaoxuan! Thinking of this, she couldn't wait to jump up and kill him.

Unexpectedly, instead of being guilty, he looked at her with calm and pointed eyes. Su Siman was really angry this time. If the acupuncture point had not been restrained, he would have to fight for his life.

Wang Xiaoyu lightly curled the corners of his mouth, stood upright, and strode to the fiery place.

Because the distance was a little far away and mixed with a lot of noise, Su Siman faintly heard him say, "Go and call your head here", and was confused for a while. Finally, he slowly calmed down and occasionally heard a few painful moans.

The night, stained with blood and fire, did not return to silence until dawn.

Dead silence.