Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 79 I'm Going
"Just that Mr. He? How much face can an actor have?" Marshal Huang.

The little girl sneered, "What's wrong with the opera singer? People rely on their own ability to eat, and they can make everyone applaud from the north and the south, from warlords and wealthy households to common people and beggars. Now, your son has to rely on the appearance of an opera singer to exchange money." Come back!"

Dashuai Huang was a little worried, "Is this going to work?"

Sister-in-law, "If it doesn't work, let's exchange one life for another. Anyway, you killed your brother's brother, not your son!" He went out with his small bag in a hurry.

The sick man Huang Dashuai was talking about was lying on the sofa, waiting for someone to bandage the wound.

"Lin Sheng, come here!" Yan Qingchen glanced at the gauze and medicine on the table.

Lin Sheng rubbed his hands, "It's not a problem for me to come, but there's no anesthetic here, and it hurts to take out the bullet. When the doctor comes with the anesthetic, we can save a lot of trouble!"

"Come on, the bandages are finished, prepare the car and go to Heifengtang immediately!" Yan Qingchen said decisively.

He didn't want to waste time, lest there be any unnecessary troubles.

Lin Sheng nodded, pulled off his sleeves, wiped the alcohol with the scalpel.

"Second Young Master, do you want to bite something?" Lin Sheng couldn't bear it.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yan Qingchen frowned.

Lin Sheng had no choice but to take out the bullet.

Yan Qingchen sat on the sofa, clenched his fists, his face was covered with a thin layer of sweat from the pain, but he insisted on not making a sound.

With a ding-dong sound, the blood-stained bullet was thrown on the plate. Lin Sheng was very satisfied, "Fortunately, it's a success!" He applied medicine and bandaged him smoothly.

I ironed a hot towel for Yan Qingchen, "You can wipe it off, the car is already outside!"

Then he handed him the anti-inflammatory medicine, but the water glass was not picked up yet.Yan Qingchen had swallowed hard and got up to go out.

Lin Sheng looked helplessly at the back of him going out, "It seems that those who are not in a hurry are the most anxious!"

The night was long, and when I went out, I happened to meet someone selling sugar-fried chestnuts.

Yan Qingchen stopped, "Go buy a packet of fried chestnuts!"

Lin Sheng, "Second Young Master, are you hungry?"

Yan Qingchen got into the car and didn't answer him.

Lin Sheng went to buy a pack in confusion, and handed it back when he came back.

"Can you peel chestnuts with this arm? How about I?"

Yan Qingchen carefully folded up the oiled paper bag, put it on his chest, closed his eyes and rested in the car.

Lin Sheng withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "Yeah, love is reserved for others!"

He also wondered, when is this, this master still has the heart to eat this!

Early in the morning, in a daze, Xiao Nuannuan heard the sound of chains being dragged and quarreling.

He opened his eyes in a daze, but before he could wake up, he saw Huang Jingyu being dragged straight out by a few bandits, and he was holding on to the railing of the prison door.

"Oh, little dwarf, what are you doing looking at?"

Xiao Nuannuan immediately applauded like a seal, "Come on, come on!"

"You want to piss me off, where are you?"

Xiao Nuannuan, "I'm so young and I can't hold them back, so I can only cheer for you!"

Huang Jingyu exploded in anger, "Forget it, you just drag me out and shoot me! Sooner or later I will die of anger!" Like a dying fish, suddenly gave up resistance, life has nothing to love!

Seeing Huang Jingyu being dragged away, Xiao Nuannuan was a little anxious, "They really don't know how to fry Huang Jingyu!"

Shaking the locked cell door, he had an idea, and suddenly got out from between the thick railings and chased him out.

The wide and hastily trimmed field was surrounded by bandits, and there was an oil pan in the middle, which contained a pot of strong oil, and a few skilled bandits were pulling fried dough sticks into the pan.

Huang Jingyu was dragged over in a sloppy manner, and took a look, "Hey, where is this singing? I ordered fried dough sticks early in the morning, and the boss has a good appetite!"

The head of the family sat on a tiger-skin chair, moved his fingers, and his subordinates brought Huang Jingyu over and kicked him on the ground.

"I have a good appetite, and I have a better appetite when I fry you into fried dough sticks!" The head of the family said viciously.

He opened his mouth and took a hard bite of the fritters, "Have you heard the story of Fengshenbang? King Zhou made Boyi Kao into dumplings for his father to eat. I think Marshal Huang eats the fritters made by his own son. What a touching scene that would be." ?”

He beckoned and ordered to throw him into the oil pan.

"Fuck me, Xie Zhiwei, are you serious?" Huang Jingyu struggled, a little panicked.

The big boss smiled, "Why, do you really think that I will serve you two bowls of soy milk and fried dough sticks? Wait for your father to prepare it for you personally!"

"Xie Zhiwei, just wait, my father can't bombard the graves of the eighteen generations of your ancestors, how dare you do this to me."

"Wait! Don't blow him up!" Xiao Nuannuan ran out from nowhere, and stretched out her hand to hold Huang Jingyu's back, trying to feed her.

"This is? Who released it for her?"

The head of the family saw Xiao Nuannuan who came out of nowhere, and paused, "You want to be fried too?"

Xiao Nuannuan shook her head, and immediately let go of her hands cowardly.

"No, no, I just don't think there is any soy milk, so it's not suitable for eating fritters. Otherwise, go grind some soy milk!"

The head took another bite of the fritters, and the people next to him muttered a few words, "Boss, she should be the little girl the Yan family wants!"

"We in the backcountry are not fussy, but we don't have donkeys to grind soybean milk!"

Xiao Nuannuan was eager immediately, "Then let him be a donkey to grind the soy milk for you, so that you can drink soy milk every day!"

The head frowned, "Drag this little girl down and lock her up! Throw this brat into the frying pan!"

Xiao Nuannuan immediately grabbed Huang Jingyu's clothes tightly, "No, no, don't blow him up. His father has a lot of money, and they give you a lot of money, so you can eat fried dough sticks every day!"

Huang Jingyu immediately said, "Yes, there is something my Huang family can't afford!"

"I want your father's life!" The head of the family said fiercely.

Huang Jingyu paused, and then probed, "Why don't you let me go, and I'll go back and piss him off to you. Is that even?"

"How dare you give me a slick tongue? Your father killed more than 30 of my brothers back then. If you can't catch him now, you can catch him as a sacrifice to the dead!"

Anger surged, "Throw me the frying pan!"

Huang Jingyu desperately wanted to grab the ground, but Xiao Nuannuan dragged him desperately, for fear that he would be dragged away.

However, the strength is too small to be effective at all.

In a panic, she suddenly took out a green object.

"You, you let him go, otherwise, or I will cheat you to death!" Xiao Nuannuan shouted holding a green grenade.

The bandits paused, and Xiao Nuannuan opened her teeth and pulled the ring of the grenade, straightened her waist, and looked awe-inspiring.

"This one can cheat your entire family to death!"

The bandits around were so frightened that they retreated in panic.

Huang Jingyu got up from the ground and saw clearly what was in her hand.

"I'll go, when did you hang such a thing on your body!"

Who can imagine the scene of a three or four-year-old girl pulling a grenade with her mouth, she seems to be a little proficient.

Huang Jingyu was a little skeptical about life, who taught her this.

(End of this chapter)