After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

After New Year's Eve, the disciples who came down from the mountain rushed back to Changli Mountain one after another.

That day, there was heavy snow in the sky, and the road in Changli Mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and it was covered with snow.

Sang Mo gathered next to the stove and grilled bacon on the stove where Shen Yanqing was making tea.

Shen Yanqing was a little disgusted, "Hold it higher, the oil dripped on my baking pan."

Sang Mo smiled and lifted the sausage in his hand a little higher, but the oil still dripped onto the baking sheet. It started to burn with a roar.

Shen Yanqing immediately darkened his face, took out another stove and baking pan from the storage bag, and placed his teapot on the new stove.

"No, Master, you took away the tea, my sausage won't taste good."

"Go away, it smells like oil smoke." Shen Yanqing said in disgust.

"No, I'll give you half of my sausage when the time comes..."

While they were making noise, there was a sudden knock on the door in the yard.

"Dengdengdeng..."

"Who is it? It's such a cold day." Sang Mo complained, put on his big cloak and walked into the yard.

When he opened the wooden door, he saw Chi Shuihuang standing at the door carrying a bunch of things.

His eyes were bright, and he smiled innocently when he saw Sang Mo, "Sister, senior sister, look at me bringing you something delicious."

Sang Mo glanced at the three inches of snow on his body and raised his hand to help him dust it off, "Wouldn't it be better for you to lie down at home in such a cold weather? I'm not going to starve to death."

"I'm mainly afraid that it won't taste good if it's kept for a long time."

Sang Mo took the thing in his hand and said, "Go in and warm yourself by the fire."

Chi Shuihuang scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly: "No, Elder Jiangxiao is here, I'm afraid of making him unhappy."

"What's there to be unhappy about? Changwuju is so big, what's the matter with the fire?"

"It still won't work." Chi Shuihuang said, turning around and walking out, "Senior sister, please go in quickly, it's cold outside."

Sang Mo walked in carrying the things and put them on the long table, then took off his cloak, "This is Chishuihuang. He said he brought some delicious food to me. It's snowing so heavily, he is really thoughtful."

"No wonder I've been out for so long. The ancients said that one day's absence is like three autumns. It's true."

These words were said in a strange way. Sang Mo looked up and saw Shen Yanqing's gloomy face, and even deliberately put on a smile.

Just looking at it made me angry again.

"Look at you, no wonder people don't dare to enter the house, why are you always angry?"

Shen Yanqing snorted coldly, "I'm an eyesore here."

"That's not what I meant." Sang Mo spoke incoherently, for fear of making him angry again, so he had to admit his mistake, "Okay, let's just assume I was wrong. I'm sorry, I'll apologize to you."

Unexpectedly, Shen Yanqing became even more angry when he heard this, "Do you mean that I am making trouble unreasonably?"

Sang Mo: "I don't think so."

"That's what you meant."

Sang Motou said, "Okay, I was wrong. Everything you think is right. You can think whatever you want, think whatever you want, I..."

Before she could finish her words, Shen Yanqing stood up and left angrily.

Sang Mo was speechless, and then slowly said the second half of the sentence: "...It's all wrong."

Sang Mo: "..." Why is it so difficult to coax?

The bleeding stopped at noon.

Sang Mo went down the mountain to eat. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he heard someone saying that the master of Xuanwu Peak was dead.

She was startled and was about to turn around to ask. The entire cafeteria suddenly became quiet for an instant.

Sang Mo looked around blankly when Chi Shuihuang suddenly appeared and pulled her to a corner to sit down.

The next moment, a woman wearing mourning clothes came through the door, it was Bai Mucheng. She found Sang Mo from the crowd at a glance, her eyes were as sharp as a sword, and she stared so hard that Sang Mo couldn't sit still.

But she didn't come over. Instead, she turned to He Wenjie on the other side.

After she walked away, Chishuihuang whispered to Sang Mo: "It is said that a monster rushed up to Xuanwu Peak last night. There were so many people, but only the peak owner was killed. Senior Sister Bai cried all night!"

"It snowed heavily this morning, and no one went to mourn. Senior Brother He went to express his condolences, but Senior Sister Bai drove him down the mountain. I heard that Senior Brother He was stabbed with a sword. If he hadn't been protected by a magic weapon, he would be dead now."

Sang Mo didn't know that so many things had happened in just one night.

Chi Shuihuang came over and whispered: "What happened? I heard from the disciples of Xuanwu Peak that Senior Sister Bai swore to kill you and Senior Brother He!"

Sang Mo couldn't laugh or cry, "Why did she kill me? It's inexplicable."

Chi Shuihuang also nodded, "That is to say, Senior Sister Bai has changed a lot. Today I called her but she ignored me and even kicked me."

Chi Shuihuang said as he lifted up his trousers to show Sang Mo his calves. Even though they were covered with black hair, he could clearly see a huge swelling with black and purple inside.

"She hasn't kicked me for a long time. She must be in a bad mood."

Sang Mo sighed, he used to kick him all the time, but he didn't expect that he would be hurt so badly.

Surprised, Sang Mo asked: "Why is it so serious?"

Chi Shuihuang didn't care, "It's the same as before."

Sang Mo suddenly remembered that he had also kicked him like Bai Mucheng, and suddenly felt guilty, "I thought it wouldn't hurt very much. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Chishuihuang waved her hand, came over with a smile and said, "Senior sister, your kick doesn't hurt."

Sang Mo pushed his face away, "Don't be immoral."

While they were joking, a loud shout suddenly sounded over there. When the two of them turned around, they saw Bai Mucheng holding a sword and splitting the table where He Wenjie was eating.

She wanted to raise her sword to strike again, but He Wenjie raised his sword to block her attack.

After a few moves, Bai Mucheng didn't hurt He Wenjie at all. She went completely crazy and yelled, and was quickly taken away by the Discipline Hall.

Chishuihuang was still frightened, "It's too scary."

Sang Mo also nodded in agreement.

At the celebration banquet that night, Shen Yanqing announced the news that He Wen would be promoted to head coach.

Before everyone could congratulate him, Bai Mucheng raised his sword and struck at He Wenjie again.

Everyone originally thought she would not come, but she did the opposite and made a high-profile appearance wearing mourning clothes.

Everyone already thinks it is unlucky to celebrate the Chinese New Year, but now that there is such a commotion, some people will soon start to curse.

The final result was that Bai Mucheng was taken away again by the Discipline Hall.

Sang Mo was a little sad. She recalled that in her previous life, she was even crazier than she was when she first learned that Shen Yanqing was Ze Lin.

Fortunately, she still has a chance to make amends.

She thought about it again and again, and finally decided to buy a small gift to comfort Shen Yanqing.

He likes tea, likes to read military and medical books, and recently he seems to be reading The Prince...

Sang Mo was suddenly stunned for a moment as he thought about it. Could it be that Shen Yanqing wanted to be the emperor? !

When he was confused, someone handed Sang Mo a letter, saying that he had just arrived this morning.

Sang Mo opened it and found that it was a letter from Father Su. The letter asked her to go home and said that he missed her very much.

Sang Mo sneered, he didn't call her even during the New Year, and now that he said he missed her, he must have another agenda.

The last line, which was believable, was written in red pen, asking her to go visit her mother's grave.

Sang Mo couldn't help but sneer as he watched. Father Su was threatening. If he didn't go, he would attack Su Jinyi's mother's tomb.