Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

With their heads buried in his neck, the two steamed buns were almost exhausted from crying, and their thin and frail bodies were shaking like a sieve.

"Ow!"

All of a sudden, a huge behemoth with a dark body and a white head and limbs fell in front of them. It was less than five meters away from them. Ling Jingxuan's heart froze, and he pushed the two buns behind him, grabbed them and lay on the ground. The scythe, the long and narrow phoenix eyes burst out with cold murderous aura, the murderous aura accumulated from countless years of killer career swarmed out, but...

"bump!"

"Woooo..."

Hei Láng, who was still mighty and strong before, fell to the ground with a bang. Through the gap in his fangs, a painful whimper flowed out. Ling Jingxuan took a close look, only to find that it was actually covered in injuries. blood of the earth.

"Don't be afraid, it's going to die, I'll go take a look."

Baozi, who was hiding behind him, grabbed his clothes tightly, so scared that he didn't even dare to cry. Ling Jingxuan clapped their hands separately and broke them away gently. It was they who were so terrified they forgot.

"Woooo..."

He seemed to sense his approach, and the dying black roar suddenly roared. The originally cloudy eyes were murderous, full of shòu, and the sharp fangs were even more radiant with a cold light. His butt fell to the ground, but Ling Jingxuan just sneered twice, clenched his sharp sickle and flew up.

"Ow..."

"puff!"

The slender sickle accurately pierced into Hei Láng's neck, and blood spurted out fiercely. Ling Jingxuan, who was holding the sickle, was instantly stained with blood, and the two little buns not far away were scared and hugged tightly. Each other, the blood-stained slender faces slowly raised a strange smile, like the real version of the killing god descending, but fortunately, he had his back to the little bun, and no one saw it, otherwise he would have to be scared to death. He was terrifying!

Chapter 018 Pick up a wild man

"You think I'll give you a chance to stand up?"

Looking down at the unrepentant eyes coldly, Ling Jingxuan's voice was very soft, but indescribably permeated, as if it was a magical voice from the bottom of hell.

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

Two black, round heads suddenly appeared in the grass, and the next second, two of the same heads had a tuft of white hair on them, four were snow-white, and the whole body was pitch black. They looked like puppies from the grass. After getting out, the cub, who was not running very well, stumbled onto the dead Hei Láng, arched his head on its stomach, and opened his mouth to hold the swollen nipple.

The picture is indescribably touching, and it is also indescribably sad, but it is because of this scene that Ling Jingxuan's raised scythe did not fall down on the two cubs, because they reminded him of his two gān stir-fry small buns.

"Father...are they...láng?"

After confirming that the big láng was dead, the two buns leaned over tremblingly, supporting each other, their identical eyes fixed on the láng cub who was still breastfeeding, among which Jiāozhi expressed fear, curiosity and exploration.

"Well, do you like it?"

Nodding, Ling Jingxuan turned to look at them, raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face, the two buns looked at each other, nodded and shook their heads in unison: "No, it's better not to."

Who knows if they will bite when they grow up? Although this time it looks really cute.

"Hehe... If you like it, take it back. I don't know if I can support it. Hurry up, the blood will attract wild shòu. Let's prepare to go down the mountain."

With that said, Ling Jingxuan grabbed the two cubs and threw them to them respectively. He glanced at his mother and felt a little pity in his heart. Although the fur was useless, the meat was edible. If it wasn't for too many things, he really wanted to get some meat. Go back to the toothbrush.

From the beginning to the end, Ling Jingxuan's eyes never swept across the dying bloody man.

"Dad, what should he do?"

Holding Láng cub, when the path was lying on the ground motionless blood man, the big bun turned around and asked with a frown.

Ling Jingxuan, who had a bamboo basket on his back and a few big bundles in his hands, glanced coldly and said, "Cold, don't worry, I won't die for the time being."

I won't know it later. Judging from the blood he shed, he can last for an hour at most. The premise is that the smell of blood does not attract other wild shòu, so the conclusion is that he is dead.

"He's not dead yet?"

Hearing this, the big steamed bun gave a sharp and strange cry, and he was about to lean down, and the little steamed bun ran over, Ling Jingxuan's forehead went black: "What are you talking about, you have already muddled the bodhisattva across the river, and you still want to think about it. Can't save people?"

Not to mention in this wild jungle, even on the side of the road, he didn't plan to save people.

"How can you die? Dad, hurry up and help, he's bleeding a lot."

I don't know where he got the courage. He was so frightened that he started to cry, but now he actually put down his son and turned over the bloody people on the ground. Even the little buns came up to help. He walked over, stood in front of them, and said: "Little Bun, think about your situation before saving people, think about how capable you are, do you think we can get him back with just a few of us?"

No matter whether he is cold-blooded or ruthless, he is just such a person and will never ask for trouble.

What's more, they are so thin and weak that they have no ability to save people at all.

"But he's going to die, Dad, shall we save him?"

No matter how mature Dabaozi is, he is only five years old. How can a five-year-old child understand all his meaning? When he was small, he only knew that he could never die without help.

"Dad, can you save him?"

Seeing this, the little bun blinked his eyes and looked at him.

In their eyes, there is only a request to save people, and nothing else.

"Yes, I lost to you. You are the one to save. Don't regret it in the future. Let me see it first."

No matter how hard-hearted people were, they couldn't help their pleas. Ling Jingxuan stared at them deeply for a while, then let out a sigh of relief. He squatted down and put down his things before leaning over. The two steamed buns immediately smiled when they saw this, and obediently stepped aside.

"This face... um..."

When Ling Jingxuan struggled to turn over the man's body and saw clearly his face that was stained with a little dirt, but not the slightest scar, the whole person froze, and several broken images suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"Don't... please, don't..."

"Ah..."

"Um……"

"My lord, are you alright?"

"Damn! Get rid of him!"

"Yes……"

Along with the appearance of the picture, there are two completely different voices, the former is passionate and flamboyant, the latter is ruthless, and the memory buried by the original owner has been awakened. It turned out that he was killed by qiángbào back then. The extremely handsome, but savage man dragged him into the woods of Xiaogong Mountain and ran through his body without saying a word. Then, when he was about to pass out of his lust, a few more men came, vaguely , He clearly heard the man's order to his subordinates to solve him. As for why he didn't die in the end, maybe it was because those people felt that he had no chance of life, or maybe they had a rare compassionate heart, wait for him When he woke up, there was no one around, and he didn't dare to tell anyone because of his physical and mental trauma. He could only put away his sadness and hide and go home, but he didn't want to. After a few months, his belly became big Get up, this is...

It's no wonder that he has no memory of that man, it turns out... at first he thought that the original owner should have been abandoned by scumbags, but he didn't expect... this is something that is not as good as a scumbag! Damn it, he didn't want to remember this kind of crime either.

"Dad, what's the matter with you? Why... Dad, his face... I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Seeing him stunned there for a long time without moving, the big bun hugged the scorpion and leaned forward. Seeing the man's appearance, Xiao Xiaojian's brows were suddenly wrinkled. He always felt that his face was very familiar, and for a while Can not remember.

Of course I've seen it, isn't it a copy of you two?

After recovering, Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes angrily. He had no luck anymore. He could pick up a wild man even if he went up the mountain to pick some medicine. Fuck, the most damning thing was that he had to save him, not only because he promised After the little buns, he also wanted to find out what was going on back then, and to give the original owner a clean slate, and help the two buns to find out their life experiences by the way.

"Xiaowen, Xiaowu, you all go back and wait. When you see Uncle, take him up the mountain quietly. Remember, don't let anyone find out."

He was in a coma, no matter how much he struggled, Ling Jingxuan tore the fabric on the man's body, which was slippery when he touched it, and ordered the two buns without raising his head to stop the bleeding first. Alright, but it should be difficult. He bleeds a lot, and he doesn't know if there are other fatal wounds. In addition, he has basically nothing in his hands except the medicine he just picked up. The chance of him waking up is basically zero.