Dressed as the best villain’s wife, I’m busy raising cubs and farming.

Chapter 114 Pavilion Master

"Alas! One of them escaped."

Chu Huai also received a knife on his body, but fortunately it didn't hit any vital parts.

"These assassins really have two skills, what a pity!"

Most of the knight-errants in the world are strong-willed and have nothing to do with hostility.

"Thanks a lot, brother!"

Qian Jin did not forget to say thank you.

If it weren't for Song Jin today, he would be a dead body now.

This thank you is sincere.

There were doctors on hand, and their wounds were treated promptly.

"Your wound medicine is perfect. If you use it for our Qingyin Pavilion to operate, you will definitely make a lot of money."

"Qingyin Pavilion? Are you from Qingyin Pavilion?"

"You are my savior, how can I lie to you? I am the current master of Qingyin Pavilion."

"Ha! So it's you! Have you checked me out a long time ago?"

No wonder the scourge behaved strangely that day in the tea room. If it was what she thought, everything would make sense.

"You are really smart! Not bad! So, with the information in your hand, how about joining our Qingyin Pavilion? I guarantee you will be the deputy pavilion master."

Song Jin felt something was wrong, "How many deputy pavilion masters do you have?"

"Seven now."

"Ha! I'm afraid the other pavilion masters were fooled into this by you, right? Aren't you afraid of being backlashed by the deputy pavilion masters one day?"

The bloody corners of Qian Jin's mouth, as well as the redness at the end of his eyes, were extremely charming and revealed strong confidence.

"Do they dare? I can give it to them, and I can take it back. It only takes a moment for me to be good."

Song Jin: This is an arrogant and arrogant man.

Such a person, alas! One day you will have to pay for your pride.

Refuse immediately.

"No!"

"Cooperation is fine!" Song Jin thought for a while and came up with a compromise.

After all, the news she held in her hands needed a platform to block it.

"Haha! I think it's better to join." Qian Jin is a stubborn person. Of course, he has other ideas.

Regarding the old case of Jinghu Villa, how many people want to benefit from it, but what will happen in the end?

Who would have thought that in the end, his beard would be cut off by a little-known lady.

If she hadn't been smart enough to find Qingyin Pavilion, she would have been torn apart.

Song Jin thought about the purpose of this trip and did not get entangled with Qian Jin.

"Where are your people? Don't tell me you're a loner?"

Qian Jin understood that Song Jin thought he was a burden, so he wisely took out a bamboo tube from his waist, pulled the core, and something flew into the sky quickly and exploded instantly.

"If you have anything to do, leave first. My people will be here soon."

Even so, Song Jin still didn't leave immediately.

The so-called saving people is to save the Buddha and send him to the West.

Fortunately, Qian Jin's people didn't keep her waiting any longer. Within a cup of tea, more than a dozen men in black arrived.

Song Jin looked at the sky and the black color of these people, and he didn't know what to say.

For the next time, the tree hole seemed to be asleep, and it never jumped out again.

Song Jin was led by Chu Huai and successfully climbed to the top of the mountain.

There was a shabby thatched hut standing on the top of the mountain, which was filled with smoke. There was actually a vegetable patch surrounded by a fence in front of the door, with green fennel and green vegetables growing on it.

"Is there someone living here? Is it some old god living here? Or some hidden master?"

Chu Huai nodded in agreement. After all, he had no state of mind and couldn't bear the loneliness of being so cold at a high place. "Do you want me to go up and ask?"

Song Jin remained silent, not needed.

Medicinal materials are born to last forever, and they don’t belong to anyone. She just leaves after picking them.

But Chu Huai was wrong, thinking that her silence was a promise. "anyone there?"

No one answered for a long time.

Because it was a straw curtain door, Chu Huai opened it and took a look.

You can see everything in the house at a glance. The small house is less than ten square meters. There is a lattice window on the back wall. The inside of the house is extremely bright but also extremely messy. Pots and pans are placed on the floor. In the middle of the room stands an iron tripod, which hangs down. He was holding an iron soup pot that was burnt black. No, it wasn't just black, but the smoke from the pot was thicker than the soles of his shoes.

On the ground facing the soup pot is a pile of firewood that has not been completely extinguished, surrounded by three stones.

Next to the fire, there is a bamboo bed on the right side against the east wall. The bedding on it is so black that you can't see its own color.

"I was wrong! There are no gods or hidden masters! Isn't this some lazy guy who comes here to live in the sun?"

After all, she followed her grandfather in her previous life, but she had met many such people.

Those people think that a busy life is not just for eating and drinking, so why not just lie down and become salted fish if they have some savings and some wealth?

It's just that this trend has arisen, and even the social workers have given up and chosen another life after being tortured by the company.

In fact, they are all correct, but can this salty fish in the house be more hygienic?

Until the two left, the owner of the hut did not show up.

Before Song Jin left, she secretly bought a bag of brown rice and a bucket of water in the mall and left them behind. She saw that the pile of food in the corner of the room had reached the bottom, so since she saw it, she helped.

But she didn't know that every move she made was being watched by the old man.

Back home, Song Jin saw the two little ones missing and curiously asked Qing Yu.

Qingyu pointed at the house.

"Fell asleep."

Song Jin looked at the last ray of golden light cast by the sunset on the tiles, and became even more curious.

Is this tiring?

You don't need to think about it to know that it is Xiaopangdun's credit.

Well, the two little kids have no other playmates except each other. If they try to make friends like today, their childhood will be happier!

Unlike her childhood, the memories are lackluster.

She was ganged up by her playmates to grab snacks and toys, and she cried to her mother. Her mother said to let them go and buy her some snacks and toys, otherwise she would have no friends.

She tried, but all she got was getting worse.

When she asked Daddy, the look of disgust in his eyes was something she would never forget.

It's like she is a waste, a born stupid person.

Since the scumbag father doesn't care and the mother's words are of no use, then she will use her own way.

From then on they were all afraid of her, and she really had no friends.

When you grow up, you realize that you need to have friends, but it depends on what kind of friends they are.

Song Jin took a shower and came out, and the food was served.

"It smells so good! Mom, are you cooking again?"

Yu Lanxiang glared at her, "What's so strange about my cooking? Qingli and my two grandsons are just there, and the whole family is lively. When the autumn time comes, where can we eat together like this?"

This topic was a little off topic, so everyone fell silent.

However, Gu Qingli put down his chopsticks and said, "Mom, Jin Niang and I will bring our children back to see you often."

This is an attitude.

Yu Lanxiang had been waiting, and now that she heard that she got her wish, she immediately became happy.

"That's a good relationship! We are a family! Here, there is no water thrown out by a married daughter. Ah Jin will always be my daughter, and Ah Xuan and Ah Quan are my biological grandchildren."

This meal was a bit sensual!

But Ms. Yu’s cooking skills are really good, and in the end the dishes were still dishonorable.

"Mom, little brother Su gave us a gift. Do you want to see it?" During the walk, two little ones gathered around Song Jin's feet and chattered.

Before Song Jin could answer, Ah Xuan had already run away.

Seeing that his brother ran away, Aquan didn't want to be left behind, so he followed his brother's example like a little Hot Wheels.

Song Jin noticed that the legs of the two little ones were more stable, and their physical strength seemed to have improved a lot.

Before, she only thought it was because she had eaten enough. It doesn't seem that simple now.

Thinking of Chu Huai taking them for morning exercises before, it seems to have yielded results now.

Song Jin thought about the sudden change of people. Wei Ju didn't know if he was devoted to his two children?

(End of this chapter)