Chapter 69: a hundred years

Chapter 69: a hundred years

Fatty Mu Lei's words are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Lin Qingxu was full of grievances, and was worried that the fire had nowhere to go, when someone rushed to hit the muzzle.

She strode forward, stretched out her hand to pull the little fat man's collar, and at the same time, Yu Guangli searched for a nearby tool.

Seeing her attacking viciously, the little fat man threw off his two thick legs and rushed into the house, but unfortunately he didn't have time to run far, and was pulled back by Lin Qingxu by the collar, with a slap on the forehead incidentally.

"Snapped!"

The slap was loud, but it didn't hurt much, but the little fat man slapped his throat and screamed like a pig: "Mother, Mu Qingqing, this bitch, she beat me, come out!"

"Shut up!" Lin Qingxu's ears were buzzing with his loud howl, and he pinched his other hand along his chubby cheek in vengeance.

After pinching, while he was struggling, he kicked a long target **** in the yard to his feet in case of emergency.

Just after all this was done, Li Cuihua, a sturdy figure, ran out of the room with a kitchen knife.

Li Cuihua's face was full of flesh and aggression, and when she saw her son being caught, her eyes turned red with anger: "Go against the sky, Mu Qingqing, you **** hoof has eaten the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard today, and even beat Xiaobao for stealing food, Quickly put Abao down for my mother!"

Mu Lei's nickname is Xiaobao, and there are some vulgar people.

Lin Qingxu is not Mu Qingqing, without the lewd blessing of Li Cuihua and Mu Dahai, she is not afraid at all, and now that there are hostages to protect her body, she is even more capable.

"Put the knife down, or don't think Mu Lei's screaming is ugly." Lin Qingxu smiled leisurely, standing behind the little fat man, she pulled his back collar with one hand, and twisted his struggling pair of fat claws behind his back with the other. .

Lin Qingxu had only seen others do it in police and gangster movies before, but now that he tried it out himself, he felt that this move was not so easy. Fortunately, Mu Qingqing's body was strong, and it was still alright to follow it without breaking it.

The little fat man twisted his wrist violently by her, and the pigs screamed next to each other, and the painful sobbing was mixed with swearing at Lin Qingxu: "Ow... Mu Qingqing, you... uuu, you little bastard, cheap Hoof... woo woo, I let my mother, my father beat you to death... ah..."

Lin Qingxu was really annoyed by his words, she kept twisting his wrist, and forced a horizontal movement in the opposite direction, her tone became cold: "If you don't want these two hands, just scold me."

The little fat man deflated his mouth wisely and closed his mouth.

Lin Qingxu calmed down a little, then raised his eyes and glanced at the shiny kitchen knife in Li Cuihua's hand.

"Why, you still want to cut me with a knife?" She squinted and sneered.

Li Cuihua was frightened by her ruthless appearance, and her palm trembled. The kitchen knife she had just sharpened almost slipped out of her palm. She cursed inwardly, "I've seen a ghost today!"

After all, Li Cuihua has lived for decades, so how can she be afraid of a hairy child: "Mu Qingqing, let go of Xiaobao, I can let go of what you did today, otherwise when your father comes back, you know that How about it?"

Li Cuihua said sternly.

She thought to rescue Xiaobao by fooling around first, and then settle the remaining large sum with Mu Qingqing later. Unexpectedly, the opponent did not play cards according to the normal routine.

"Hey—" Lin Qingxu parted his lips contemptuously, and met Li Cuihua's widened eyes, "Are you stupid or stupid?"

She ignored Li Cuihua, who seemed to be swallowing her mouth, and turned her eyes to look at the little fat man with tears in her eyes. She squeezed his wrist slowly, and softly threatened: "Since your mother thinks a kitchen knife is better than you. It's important, then don't blame me for being rude."

The little fat man was almost scared to pee, and when he saw the opportunity to open his mouth and scolded his mother Li Cuihua loudly, the words were so ugly.

"Li Cuihua, you bastards, hoofs, put the knife down quickly, do you still want your son and my life, if there is something wrong with my hand, you **** watch my father come back and don't smoke kill you..."

"..." Lin Qingxu was stunned.

She thought that the little fat man had scolded herself hard enough, and it was ugly enough, but she didn't want to, there were even worse ones waiting to relieve her boredom!

Li Cuihua was holding a kitchen knife, her face was ugly for a while.

To say where Mu Lei learned these words, it is naturally from his father Mu Dahai.

Mu Dahai is a peasant man, with a irritable temperament, and his speech is even more rude and unpleasant. When it was his turn to drink, Mu Dahai's foul words poured out without any obstruction, and Mu Lei listened to them and learned them.

Mu Dahai is the master of this family, the fat son Mu Lei is the second in position, Li Cuihua is the third, and Mu Qingqing is a punching bag for everyone in the family. And sometimes Mu Da's mood is not smooth, and when he looks at Li Cuihua, he will scold and scuffle.

After a long time, although Mu Lei knew that Li Cuihua was his biological mother, he still stood high above Li Cuihua in terms of status.

Now that Li Cuihua didn't save him because of a broken knife, he was already cursing fiercely in his heart.

Li Cuihua returned to her anger, and at the juncture, she was still standing with her son. She held a purple face and threw the kitchen knife aside.

"Mu Qingqing, is this okay?" Mu Lei assessed the situation and asked in a low voice.

Lin Qingxu didn't really want to do anything to him, but he just gave him a lesson to vent his anger.

"Do you want to continue to scold me in the future? Let your parents beat me to death?"

She held his hand tightly on his back collar, and Mu Lei's neck was thick, and he immediately let out his anger and cried and begged for mercy: "No, no, let me go, let me go, I don't dare, woo woo woo. "

To be begged for mercy by a five- or six-year-old fat man crying bitterly, it feels really sour.

Lin Qingxu curled her lips and gradually released the hand that was holding the little fat man.

Once the little fat man regained his freedom, Ding Dian didn't think well, and rushed under the wings of his mother Li Cuihua. The two shared the same enemy and looked at her resentfully.

Lin Qingxu twisted his wrist and frowned dejectedly.

She looked at the **** lying at her feet, and at Li Cuihua, who was about to pick up the kitchen knife. After thinking about it, she decided to change her way.

Why bother, she wants them to crawl at her feet willingly!

Ha ha!

"Cough cough." Lin Qingxu cleared her throat, and seeing the two of them looking over vigilantly, she slanted a smile and began to talk nonsense, "As for me, I don't want to waste time with you, anyway, I'll be leaving in two days. Immortal cultivation world, go to be a future immortal! Today, the immortals in the village said that I am an excellent talent with dual spiritual roots in civil engineering, and I will definitely be able to obtain the Dao in the future."

Lin Qingxu said, and pretended to look around the yard in front of him, raising his chin with disdain: "I will definitely dislike this kind of place in the future, and it depends on my mood if I don't come back! And you ordinary people, Ha what I want to do to you, of course, also depends on my mood!"

After speaking with an incomparable slap in the face, Lin Qingxu pretended to inadvertently picked up the jade pendant of the martial art that he had just obtained, and observed the two of them without looking at them.

The two of them were surprised to see.

When she reached the point, she smiled lightly, took back the jade card, walked past the demented duo, and walked towards her house without any hesitation.

Li Cuihua, who had just touched the kitchen knife, shook her hand, and the kitchen knife threw herself into the embrace of the earth again.

Looking at Lin Qingxu's back, she was afraid for a while: She, what she said wouldn't be true, would she?

Lin Qingxu didn't have time to pay attention to the follow-up reactions of the two, and as soon as the door was closed, she immediately opened her clothes carefully and grinned.

The few times she scuffled the little fat man just now, the wounds on her body burst open several times, and the blood beads seeped out little by little, which made her worried.

But there is no trauma medicine at the moment, she can only wait for the wound to automatically clot.

During the dry sitting, Lin Qingxu scolded Xu Yi thousands of times in his mind.

Is that what old thieves do? Throwing her to a top-quality family as a punching bag, even with such poor qualifications, is he unable to pick a good body or is he deliberately tossing her?

Thankfully, before she crossed over, she felt full of emotion that he was a good old man who served the people...

In Lin Qingxu's mind, the battle between heaven and man reached the 180th round, but there was a knock on the door in reality.

"Knock knock knock." The knock on the door was cautious.

The corners of Lin Qingxu's mouth moved, and she cast a not very polite white eye at the door, she didn't have to think to know who was outside.

She slowly twisted the corner of her clothes, endured the pain and dressed herself again, and said impatiently, "Who is it?"

"Qingqing is me, your mother?" The voice outside had a pleasing meaning.

Lin Qingxu curled her lips into a smile, happy.

"My mother is already dead, who are you?" She deliberately made her tone more arrogant.

Li Cuihua's face turned black at the door, and she suppressed the anger in her heart. She took a deep breath and still said in a good voice: "Qingqing, I am Li Cuihua, your stepmother, can I come in?"

Lin Qingxu didn't expect that Li Cuihua could be so good, and she would come to prostrate and worship so soon!

She smiled a sunflower in her heart, but with a pretentious face on her face, she slowly opened the door: "Come in."

"Qingqing, this is a good wound medicine. Yesterday, your father accidentally hit you. I kept forgetting to send you the medicine. I only delivered it at this time. Don't blame my mother."

Li Cuihua came in with the trauma medicine with a smile on her face, and wanted to sit on the bed. She looked at the corner of the bed that was padded with adobe, and her face twitched.

Lin Qingxu glanced at her, and Li Cuihua immediately laughed dryly to relieve the atmosphere: "I have asked Xiaobao to call your father back, how about he immediately change a new bed for you when he comes back? What else do you need, Qingqing, tell your mother , mother to find someone to pick up?"

There is a clear distinction between immortals and ordinary people. Although Qingshui Village has immortals coming to accept apprentices every five years, in fact, the number of people they receive each time is very small, and there are at most three or four people in a village.

If anyone has a child with spiritual roots, it must be envied by the village, and it is absolutely impossible to offend.

Li Cuihua didn't expect that she would be crippled at home and squatting at home as a future great immortal. She thought about what she had done to Mu Qingqing in the past few years, and her bowels were full of regrets.

Lin Qingxu guessed Li Cuihua's thoughts about eight/nine, and glanced at the medicine bottle on the bed, but what she thought was to drive her away quickly and get the medicine!

"You can figure out what I'm missing. Besides, I'm hungry. If you have spare time, cook for me first?" She raised her swarthy face, arrogant and arrogant.

Li Cuihua rubbed her pants, stood up hastily, lowered her eyebrows and asked her, "Okay, what does Qingqing want to eat, Niang will make it for you right away?"

Lin Qingxu thought of the two dried buns and cured meat that were enough to choke people in the morning, and his heart was sour, and he opened his mouth: "Chicken, duck, fish, whatever."

The Mu family is not poor, but they are not rich either. Meat is eaten only once during the festival. Li Cuihua's face was stiff and hesitant to say anything after hearing this.

Lin Qingxu immediately turned his face: "Since I don't have it, I won't eat it. Anyway, I'll leave in two days, and I won't die if I starve for two days!"

Li Cui's eyebrows tightened, and she called her a little **** in her heart, but she still squeezed out a smirk and said, "Qingqing can't do without eating, there are a few pigs in the family that are just fat enough, and when your father comes back, I will let him I rushed to butcher Zhao's place and killed it, and I just can eat fresh meat today."

Lin Qingxu listened to her insincere words and sneered in her heart, but she rushed people directly: "Okay, then you can go out if you're okay, and call me when the meal is ready."

Li Cuihua brought her the door with a smile, but her heart was bleeding.

A pig raised until the New Year's slaughter can sell for more than 20 taels of silver, but now Mu Qingqing has made her money go to waste with a single word.

But thinking that Mu Qingqing will return as an immortal in the future, Li Cuihua feels that this deal seems to be enough...

After closing the door and applying the trauma medicine, Lin Qingxu heard the sound of Li Cuihua and a man shouting and chasing pigs from outside the door.

She opened the door and opened it openly to see.

The fat pig was driven by two people with long sticks, nibbling on the food that could be eaten on the ground while walking, not knowing that it was going to the execution ground at this moment.

Li Cuihua's eyes were sharp, and when she saw her at a glance, she cried out with joy: "Qingqing, your father and I are going to slaughter the pigs, and lunch will be ready in a while, don't worry."

Mu Dahai next to him should have heard the news, but he couldn't see how much he liked Lin Qingxu in his eyes, but he still greeted warmly: "Yes, after the pig is slaughtered, let your mother bring back a piece of hind leg meat, and the hind leg meat will come back. Thin, you must like it."

Lin Qingxu twitched lightly: "Okay!"

At noon, Lin Qingxu ate fresh pork as she wished. During the dinner table, Li Cuihua connected with Mu Dahai to please her in and out. She was indifferent and only cared about eating meat, but she hummed softly.

The two of them couldn't figure out what she was thinking, and they thought of a way to walk around her as if she was still angry.

As for her sudden **** change, they just thought she was the one who stepped into the fairy door, they looked down on them, and didn't think much about it at all.

Except for the husband and wife who started to curry favor with her, the little fat man Mu Lei was finally intimidated by her twice. Now that he can't wait to hide when he sees her, she glances at her flutteringly, and is immediately scared into a tight fat hamster.

Lin Qingxu was scolded and scolded by Li Cuihua's little fat man in the morning, but now the family treats her like a king of hell. This strong contrast is really interesting.

Lin Qingxu lay on the newly changed soft bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking that she will be able to go to the Immortal Cultivation Realm as she wishes in two days, and it will not be long before she will see Xu Yan... When she saw Su Yan, she touched the curvature of the corner of her mouth, and her heartbeat quickened.

For a hundred years, she silently recited this deadline, and there was hope and disappointment in her heart.

Ayan, wait for me.

She meditated silently in her heart, pursing her lips and slowly closing her eyes.

…

"Qing'er!"

Inside the palace of Liuli, Li Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood-colored eyes turned from chaotic to cold, and he looked at the empty palace with a blank expression, waving his arms, and with the rumbling sound, most of the surrounding buildings collapsed instantly.

In the ashes, his palm grabbed into his chest, and blood flowed through his pale fingertips instantly, soaking his clothes.

He dreamed of her again, and this time, it was so clear... It was as if she had never left.

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