There are bandits next to the farmhouse

Chapter 71 Anger

"Yeah." The bandit said lightly, "I told you to come here to grind ink."

Xianyu: "..."

"Because you are a village girl, I have asked about you."

Xianyu broke out in a cold sweat. What he meant was that she was a village girl and couldn't read, so it was safe for her to stand beside her and grind ink, and she didn't have to worry about what he wrote being glanced at by her.

Well, no matter whether she can read or not, even if she had a hundred chances, she wouldn't dare to read what he wrote.

Xianyu stood obediently on the side rubbing ink, and the bandit who was writing vigorously frowned tightly, making his facial features more resolute.

Xianyu couldn't help wondering, what made him so nervous?
She didn't dare to read what he wrote, she only rubbed the ink and secretly glanced at his side face.

The afternoon sun shone in from the window sill, and his profile was impeccably perfect under the sun.

If he doesn't speak, it doesn't make people feel scared.

She couldn't help but want to raise her hand to smooth his frowning eyebrows.

Unknowingly, Xianyu raised his hand.

No, no.

Xianyu suddenly remembered that he was a bandit who killed people without blinking an eye, so he hurriedly cleared his mind.

What was she thinking just now?It's really crazy.

"Are you literate?" The bandit's sudden voice made Xianyu shiver in shock.

Some ink was accidentally spilled, and she hurriedly wiped it with her clothes in a panic.

The goose-yellow dress was obviously stained with ink, and the bandit said displeasedly, "This is the clothes I gave you, why are you ruining it like this?"

Xianyu's original plan was to find an opportunity to destroy the clothes, anyway, she would not dare to wear clothes made of such high-grade fabrics home.

Sensing the bandit's dangerous aura, she pulled herself together and said with a flattering smile: "This... no matter how nice the clothes are, it can't compare to your desk, right? Brother, my little hands are clumsy. After buying your ink, I hope..."

"Okay, clumsy." The bandit glared at her, narrowing his eyes dangerously and said, "I'm asking you something, are you literate?"

"Ah...?" Xianyu didn't dare to admit it even after killing her, she hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, no."

"Then why don't you dare to watch? How dare you fool me?" He showed the bandit's fierce expression again, and Xianyu felt like he was about to collapse.

She has never served anyone since she was a child. In Xiaoyu's memory, as long as she is honest and willing to work, she will be beaten and scolded less.

She thought that she was honest and willing to do a lot these days, just to please the bandit and find another chance for him to let her go back.

Well, if you serve him diligently with good words and good words, you will still provoke him inadvertently.

She said with a bitter face, "Brother, how did you know that I can read?"

The bandit said: "Usually people who can't read will look at it curiously. But you didn't look at it, and you didn't even dare to take a look."

"I wouldn't dare." Xian Yu said anxiously.

"Yes, you don't dare, you are afraid that if you know my secret, I will kill you to silence you."

huh?

Nima this logic.

"Then why do you stare at Lao Tzu's face?"

Xianyu: "..." This position is too high.

"If you dare to tell lies again..." He said viciously, "I will break your neck."

I go……

Xianyu immediately said honestly: "Because you have a good-looking face, brother, and you are the most handsome in the world!"

The bandit was taken aback for a moment, touched his own face, and said very helpfully, "This is the truth."

Xianyu: "..." Where's the face?
He dried the written ink and put it in a bamboo tube.

(End of this chapter)