Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 3 Kneel down (1)
"Ghost baby, are you looking for death?"

He squinted his eyes and said in a low voice. At that moment, Duanmu Tian saw his father lying on the ground sobbing and shivering. All the shivering and whimpering stopped for a moment.

She suddenly quickened her pace, rushed in front of Dad before he stood up, reached out to help him, and said softly: "Daddy, let's go back."

A cloudy smell of alcohol hit her face, but she didn't care, Duanmuzheng stood up staggeringly after a pause, ignored anyone, and just walked out of the crowd along her.

But Butcher Wang quit. He felt that the father and daughter didn't take him seriously, so he rushed forward and shouted: "Stop! You trash, did I say you can go? Don't think If you hit Lao Tzu's son, you can just leave like this! If I don't make you kneel down and apologize today, I will beat you to death!"

Duanmu Tian suddenly stopped, turned his head "shua", and stared at him firmly.

At this moment, a strong dark aura suddenly erupted from her body, her hair was windless and automatic, and she looked more and more like a ghost doll.

This Butcher Wang is a well-known butcher in Qingfeng Town. He usually lives in the town and only comes back every now and then.

He has always been a character who runs rampant in the village, and no one has ever dared to touch him, let alone beat his son.

That was his only son, so naturally he was a baby. When he heard that he was beaten up by Duan Muzheng, a good-for-nothing alcoholic, how could he let him go?However, facing Duanmutian's gaze at this moment, for some reason, he had the illusion that he was being watched by an evil spirit, and his whole back suddenly felt cold.

He subconsciously stopped in his tracks, but then he realized that he had been frightened by a little doll, so he couldn't help but become more and more annoyed, and rushed forward again with great strides.

But at this time, Duan Mujing rushed over from the side, raised his foot, kicked Butcher Wang's knee hard, and kicked him staggeringly, and then there was a loud "bang", and Butcher Wang fell heavily fell to the ground.

But he still didn't think it was enough, he rushed forward again in front of Butcher Wang, raised his legs and straddled him, his two still white and tender hands bowed left and right, and greeted him with a series of "crackling" slaps.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Duan Mujing, who has always been the most gentle and friendly boy, but at this moment he was sitting on Butcher Wang's body, bowing from left to right without making a sound, but after a few back and forth, Butcher Wang's That face, which was already generous than that of ordinary people, was slapped even more generously.

After a long time, he stopped. Shi Shiran stood up from Butcher Wang, brushed off the corners of his clothes, and walked to the other side of Duanmu Zheng with his own graceful steps. He stretched out his hand to support him but smiled at Duanmu Tian Said, "Let's go home."

Duanmu Tian suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and smiled slightly, nodded in response, then helped their father and walked out of the crowd.

It wasn't until they had walked a long distance that Butcher Wang, who had been beaten into a pig's head by Duan Mujing, finally came back to his senses. He only heard a loud roar behind him, followed by the villagers watching the excitement the uproar.

After returning home, Duanmutian asked his father to sit on the stool in the main room, then went out to the yard to fetch fresh water, carefully wiped the stains on his father's body, and then took out the bruises and wiped the bruises on his body, Rub vigorously.

Duanmu Zheng sat on the stool dumbly, not thinking that there was anything wrong with letting a seven-year-old child do this for him.

His daughter has been different from ordinary people since she was a child, and she is more sensible than her brother who is three years older than her. It also made him, who has no experience, habitually think that children should be like this.

He lowered his head, looked at his daughter who was rubbing the wound medicine on his arm, saw the huge birthmark on her left cheek, suddenly darkened her eyes, reached out and stroked it, and murmured: "Tian Tian, ​​don't you?" pain."

Duanmutian was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, but didn't see the dark color that had disappeared from his eyes, and thought he was telling her that his bruises didn't hurt, so he couldn't help frowning his pretty show He raised his eyebrows, pursed the corners of his mouth and snorted softly, and suddenly rubbed the bruise more forcefully.

However, for Duanmuzheng in such pain, he couldn't even frown. He just collected his expression again and sat on the stool in a daze.

Until the smell of food wafted in, Duanmujing brought two dishes into the main room, put them on the table in front of the father and daughter, turned around and went out to bring a bowl of soup, and went out for the third time, holding three bowls Rice comes in.

"Father, sister, it's time for lunch."

He spoke softly, and placed the rice bowl and chopsticks in front of Duanmu Zheng and Duanmu Tian respectively. His movements were meticulous and his expression was gentle. To put it mildly, he was gentle.

Duanmu Tian quickly put away the wound medicine, ran outside to the yard to wash his hands, and then ran back into the house.

Compared with Duanmu Jing, those movements are two extremes. It seems that she has already cleaned up everything in the blink of an eye, but it doesn't look ugly and vulgar, but it makes people feel very neat and straightforward. .

The family of three sat around the square table in the main room, eating in silence, no one spoke.

On the table are very simple two dishes and one soup, a plate of stewed potatoes, a plate of mixed tofu, and a bowl of wild vegetable soup. It seems that there is almost no oil or water, but in this Sanshi Village, it is possible to come up with such a dish in normal times. The table dishes will definitely not exceed the number of hands, and they also have white rice.

In comparison, Sanshi Village is not poor, but this is an era when Amitabha is the only one who can eat enough. We should thank God. However, in the Sanshi Village where they are now, there are many people who can’t even fill their stomachs. People who didn't stop.

The reason why Duanmutian's family can eat better than others is because her father is drunk all day long and doesn't care about them, but he has some medical skills. Even in the surrounding villages, It is also very popular. Everyone usually comes here to see him for treatment when they have a minor illness or pain.

A piece of fat suddenly flew across the sky and fell into the rice bowl in front of Duanmutian. When she looked up, she saw her brother winking at her. She fell silent for a moment, picked up the piece of fat with her chopsticks, and flew into into daddy's rice bowl.

"I don't like to eat fatty meat!" She said blankly.

Duanmuzheng paused with his chopsticks, then picked up the piece of fat and put it into his own mouth.

Meat is a luxury item, and anyone who sells meat must pick the fattest piece, because for ordinary people, it is rare to eat meat for a whole year, and naturally the fatter they are, the more they like it.

The piece of fat meat just now was hidden under the plate of potatoes. It was bought by Duan Mujing on a sixty-mile mountain road to Qingfeng Town in exchange for half a basket of herbs a few days ago. Now, that was the last piece of hard-earned potatoes from a plateful of potatoes.

(End of this chapter)