The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

After Xihe finished cleaning the noodles, Shaoheng poured out the water in the wooden basin, went to ask the old woman for rice to cook porridge, saw a chicken in the chicken coop and caught one.

The old woman immediately exploded, hugged the chicken tightly, and cried that it was her lifeblood.

Shaoheng did not back down: "The silver bracelet that Missy gave you is enough to buy seven or eight old hens!" He snatched away the cooing hens, and happily entered the kitchen, leaving the old lady crying.

A smile flashed in Xihe's eyes, this smile touched the wound, she frowned and lifted her clothes: on a piece of smooth white skin, the scarlet sword wound on her chest was glaring, the flesh and blood turned out, and the wound was hideous.

At the same time, there is a mysterious force in the body that surrounds the wound, bringing a slight itch.

She thought about it, and it seemed that the heart was starting to work.

Xihe pursed her lips, tore off a section of her inner shirt, and bandaged the wound...

Shaoheng's craftsmanship is mediocre, after all he can't get enough to eat, so how can he think about whether it's good or not? He knew it himself, and couldn't help feeling guilty: "Miss, I'm sorry for wronging you..."

Xihe put a piece of chicken in his bowl and smiled: "It's delicious, you should eat more, it's too thin."

She lowered her eyes, lowered her head to drink the soup, her fair face was delicate and gentle.

Shaoheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly after a while, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

As the sky was getting dark, the old woman locked the courtyard door early, for fear that they would steal the chickens and bring them all into the house.

Shaoheng tidied up the bed and put straw on it. He originally wanted to borrow a quilt from the old lady, but unfortunately she disagreed no matter what she said this time, saying that there was only one quilt.

He took off his coat and spread it on the straw, then stood at the door and said: "Miss, I'm right at the door, you can hear me as soon as you call."

She was only wearing a thin unlined garment, which was empty when the wind blew.

It's May, and the days are warm, but the nights are still cool, especially in the mountains, where it's even colder.

Xihe hurriedly called him to stop: "Just sleep indoors, it's cold outside." He was not afraid of catching the wind and cold.

Shaoheng hurriedly waved his hands: "No, I'm in good health, nothing will happen..."

Xihe knelt on the straw, her figure thin under the cold moon: "Shaoheng, I'm afraid."

After a long while, the two of them were lying on some thorny straw, Shaoheng was careful not to touch her, and his palms were sweating from nervousness.

But Xihe was injured and extremely tired, and soon fell into a deep sleep, breathing deeply.

Shaoheng turned his head quietly, under the moonlight the girl's facial features were exquisite, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

He looked at it without blinking, and silently called "Miss", he heard the nightingale singing from the distant mountains and forests, the mountain wind blowing the trees rustling, and the room was completely dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy gradually closed his eyes.

The next day, Xihe woke up and found that Shaoheng hadn't woken up yet. She wanted to cut out his heart for him. Although it didn't kill him, the damage was also great.

She didn't disturb him, and quietly opened the door. The old woman in the yard had already got up, and snorted coldly when she saw her: "You are really a noble man, if you get hurt, you can eat my chicken! My poor little Jin~"

Xihe: "..."

Turn around and go into the kitchen to boil hot water for washing and to heat up the meal.

Seeing that she ignored her, the old woman ran over and pointed at her: "Give me back my chicken!"

Xihe laughed angrily. Although she didn't care about money, she didn't like being taken advantage of by others. Qing Lingling's eyes looked at the old woman, and she was about to speak.

"What are you doing?" There was a snarl.

Shaoheng ran over in a gust of wind, looked at Xihe up and down, and looked at the old woman: "What did you do to Miss?"

The old woman was speechless, frightened by his furious appearance: "I, I didn't do anything."

Shaoheng didn't believe it, Xihe tugged at the corner of his clothes, Shaoheng frowned, staring at the old woman: "Let me find out that you are disrespectful to Miss, I will not be polite to you!"

The old woman nodded repeatedly and ran away.

Shaoheng looked at Xihe, feeling very guilty: "It's all my fault for getting up late."

Xihe shook her head, and said again: "I'm not that fragile."

Shaoheng was noncommittal, in his opinion, the eldest lady was weak and gentle, and was always bullied by others, so he had to protect her all the time.

With Shaoheng around, naturally Xihe didn't need to do anything, he boiled water and cooked rice neatly, and finished breakfast.

Today he was going to the town to deliver a letter, and before he left, he told Xihe to stay at home until he walked far away, and when he looked back, he could still see the beautiful figure standing at the gate of the small courtyard, his heart felt hot, and his body was full of strength.

Seeing the young man disappear, Xihe didn't go back to the house, but walked towards the back mountain.

Not a while after she walked in, there was a rustling sound, and a man in black appeared: "Miss."

"Go back and tell my father that things have changed, and the subsequent plan will be cancelled."

"Miss?"

Xihe turned his back to him: "Tell him, I am in danger now. If he wants to survive, he will move his family and hide his name from now on. Maybe he can escape."

The guard turned pale with shock: "Miss, what happened? Could it be that man slave? I'll kill him!"

"Don't go."

"This matter started because of me, and I will solve it since then."

Xihe looked at the rolling hills in the distance: "You go, from now on, you will be a young lady like me who has never existed in Washington."

The guard was shocked and dazed, and anxiously wanted to continue asking questions, but Xihe had already left without looking back. He thumped the tree heavily and hurried to Yunzhou.

Xihe returned to the yard, which is why she knew Shaoheng was doomed to return without success, and she didn't stop him from going out.

In the future, the rebel Demon Lord is not only powerful, with countless eagles and dogs, but also a madman who kills without blinking an eye.

The means of treating the enemy are very cruel, even the hardest bone in the world of cultivating immortals can't last for a few days in his hands, let alone the people in Washington who he hates to the bone?

In her previous life, Hua Fu was implicated by the original owner and died completely. After death, she was put into the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner and driven by others.

Although she reined in at the precipice, she had already made a mistake. If she got into trouble with the rebels later and Shaoheng took them under his knife, she would not be able to save them one by one.

So, let's run quickly, otherwise she will be tied up in everything she does.

In the evening, the young man who had been away for a day finally came back in a hurry. When he saw her from a distance, he started to run wildly.

"Miss!" Running close, her chest heaved violently, her eyes sparkled, "I sent the letter, the master will send someone to pick you up soon!"

Xihe smiled and nodded, looking behind him with curiosity.

Shaoheng hurriedly took down the package: "The hairpin you gave me was exchanged for a lot of silver. After delivering the letter, I bought a mattress and a cloak, so that it won't be cold at night."

"But it's not a good idea. Just wait for two days and wait for someone from the mansion to come."

Xihe bought him a glass of water and praised: "You are really thoughtful."

The boy took the cup embarrassingly, and asked her if she felt uncomfortable? He asked the doctor to prescribe the medicine, and he would make it for her in a while... babbling on, looking like he was enjoying it.