Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 179: Far from a donkey

"Lang Jun ..."

Mrs. Li clutched her husband ’s hand tightly, tears came down, and Wu Youji felt like a knife. He looked at Wu Sansi in tears, and said angrily: "Wu Sansi! How dare you! You ..."

Wu Sansi played with the wine glass in his hand and leisurely said: "You see, this is not good? My brother and sister are in a sudden illness and die decently. After death, they can be buried in the tomb of the Wu family ancestors and enjoy the blood of their children. M (this chapter Uploaded by ォ 子 阁 友) And you, you can also marry a princess and be a decent scenery majesty. Ha ha ... "

"Wu Sansi, I will fight with you!"

Wu Youji wants to breathe fire, so she must jump up and fight desperately with Wu Sansi, but she is held tightly by Mrs. Li and hurriedly calls: "Lang Jun! Lang Jun ..."

Wu Youji gritted her teeth, forcibly stopped her body, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with tears, and gently whispered: "Lady?"

At this time, Li Fu ’s people were bleeding from their noses, and they did n’t know what a powerful poison they were. Her complexion began to turn bluish. She clutched her husband ’s hand tightly, her body shivered sharply, and her throat blurred. Unclear voice.

Wu Youji quickly lowered her head, and Mrs. Li whispered in his ears: "Lang Jun! Chong Yi, Chong Xuan ..."

She called on Wu Youji's two sons, eighteen years old and fourteen years old.

Wu Youji saw that she couldn't talk on and off, anxiously said: "Chong Yi, Chong Xuan, what's wrong with them? Madam, you say, you talk?"

Ms. Li ’s throat tightened and she could n’t spit out a word. She was so anxious that she shed a bit of blood. Wu Youji felt like a knife and her tears were flowing.

Ms. Li had an unspeakable expression, and her face was full of anxiety. She stared at her husband, and suddenly dipped in the blood stains on the corners of her mouth. On the front of her, she wrote tremblingly.

Wu Youji saw it. Quickly lift up your front to facilitate the lady to write. I saw Mrs. Li wrote hardly on it: "Eject from the family, except the genealogy ..."

The next word was only drawn diagonally, and her hands drooped weakly, her eyes wide open. Really look away.

Wu Youji stared at his deceased wife, who suddenly died, and cried suddenly: "Madam. Yueer! My Yueer ..."

Wu Sansi watched with cold eyes and shook his head and sighed, "The most loving mother in the world! Poor, sigh! My siblings are still concerned about your two sons at the end of their life. How could it be that the princess ’s son was not the eldest son of the princess? Your brother and sister were so painstaking. After you went back, hurry them out of the house.

"You ... you .... Wu Sansi! You can have a heart!"

Wu Youji twisted her face and scolded with tears.

Wu Sansi said lightly: "I went to a Yueer, didn't I have another Lingyue? This moon is brighter and more charming!"

Wu Youji stared at him bitterly. Face twisted. I wish he could bite off a piece of meat.

Wu Sansi hasn't seen him, and slowly stands up. When she brushed her clothes, she said leisurely: "Brother and sister are a kind mother's heart, you should also think about the kind mother's heart in the future! Hurry up and arrange things for her! Tin Hau ... but hurry to marry What about my daughter! "

Wu Youji listened to her body shaking, and watched Wu Sansi walk slowly back, her eyes split, but she did not have the courage to stand up and pounce!

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Yang Fan sat quietly in front of the hall, the sunlight slanted in from the outside, the light and shadow were at his feet, and the light in the shabby living room lit up the hall. Yang Fan randomly browsed the layout in the hall and turned his eyes to the outside of the hall.

Outside the hall, there are two centuries-old plum trees in front of the door. Like the flower garden in the front yard, they are born naturally, and they are not pruned. Yang Fan looked quietly for a while, then closed his eyes slightly, closed his eyes and raised his nerves.

He went public today, just to ask for words. In any case, he will not start today.

If you change to the past, he will hear the whereabouts of Miao Shenke , he will definitely start in the fastest time, but now it is not successful. It is his responsibility to seek justice from Miao Shenke . It is also his responsibility to love and maintain his relationship with Wan'er. He now considers that the problem must be longer and more rigorous than before.

Too rash approach can not be used, he should try to maintain his current identity, maintain his relationship with Wan'er, when he revenge for all his relatives who died in Taoyuan Village, he still has to start his own life. To live well, he can't pull the Shangguan Wan'er and accompany him as a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

Yang Fan sat quietly for a long time, heard a sound of footsteps, opened his eyes slightly, and saw Du Xian walked out of the back hall holding a scroll of almost his height.

At the sight of Yang Fan, Du Xian smiled and said: "Lao Langjun has been waiting for a long time, and the husband's words have been written for a while, but the ink has not been dried, so it will be sent out later."

Yang Fan smiled, stood up, took the scroll with both hands, and smiled, "Little brother, thank you!"

Du Xian hurriedly said: "No thanks, no thanks, Lang Jun walking slowly!"

This little guy is welcome. When the matter is over, he immediately orders the passengers away. Yang Fan laughs. He glances deeply at the back hall, and then goes out.

Yang Fan walked slowly on the cross street of Shangshan Square with the painting axis. When he was about to reach the end of the street and left Shangshan Square, he heard a crowd of people shouting horses and screams of passers-by.

Yang Fan turned his head and saw that a bullock cart was driving wildly. Originally, the bullock cart was on the road to find a comfortable and stable, but at the moment the two fat cows seemed to be crazy, and ran suddenly, The speed does not allow the horse to be beautiful. Many pedestrians hurriedly evaded on the road, and some adults rushed onto the street, picked up the children who were playing and fled to the roadside.

The place where the bullock passed by caused a scream.

Yang Fan looked at it in surprise, and saw a middle-aged man in a robes sitting in the front of the car, the whip in his hand was roaring, and the two fat cows were spreading out of the four hoofs, running wildly like this. As the bullock cart approached, Yang Fan could see clearly the person sitting in the front of the car, and could not help but startle.

"Isn't this the defender Zhonglang General Wu Youji? Why did he personally control the car, he is ..."

Yang Fan saw Wu Youji's face twisted, tears rolling in her eyes, a bullock cart passing by, tears falling all the way, and she was even more surprised. Can make a big man. And a big man with high weight cries like this, what's wrong? You know, now even the people of the Li family have to pick up their tails and make people. The most arrogant is the Wu family.

Wu Youji is as crazy as a madman, pulling down a whip in his hand again and again, venting his full of anger on the two bulls pulling the cart. Whistling rushed up the street.

He is a relative and nephew of Empress Wu, he is a right-backed Zhonglang general who is in the hands of a heavy soldier, but he can only watch his wife with his hair being poisoned, and he has to abandon his own life. Son, just to marry the **** princess!

But he ... what can he do?

The revenge of killing a wife is not repayable, the biological son must be abandoned!

He hates, he hates Empress Wu, hates Taiping, hates Wu Sansi, and hates his own cowardice!

The bullock cart rushed up the long street, and Wu Youji shouted angrily: "Ah ~~~~"

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"Alang. Why don't we tell a few Langjun to pick you up?"

At the end of the long street, Di Renjie rode on a gray donkey, accompanied by black and lean Shu Asheng and pretty and charming's pleasant little girl ring Chanjuan. There was a catcher holding the reins in front.

Di Renjie said with a smile: "Tell them what to do. Hey! The old man just wants to give them a sneak attack, look at these few things. What are they doing at home."

Chanjuan pursed her lips and muttered: "Don't respect the old!"

Di Renjie gave her a glance, pretending not to hear.

At this moment, Wu Youji came rushing in a mad bull cart. Shu Asheng was shocked and rushed to the road: "Parking, parking, how to run around the city, ouch!"

The bullock did n’t stop at all, hitting it straight, and Shu Asheng was shocked. He flicked to the side, and hurriedly gave way to the front of the car. He was hit by the car and fell into the crowd.

Chan Juan screamed: "Alang!"

Seeing that the ox cart turned into a rumbling chariot, a young girl's family, in the end, was terrified, her delicate body, how could it be a hard top with a bull, and hurriedly jumped aside.

Di Renjie sat on the back of the donkey and saw the car crashing into it, but it was too late to jump. He hurriedly blew his beard and glared: "Hurry up, flash away!"

The hurriedly obedient, obedient reel broke away and the cigarette ran away. Di Renjie's eyes were straightened and he hurriedly said, "I, and I, the old man is here!"

The donkey was also afraid of the mad cow, and hurriedly hurried to the side. After all, it did n’t give way completely. When the cow saw something in front of him, he bowed his head subconsciously, picked the horn, and took a puff. , Actually opened a big mouth on the donkey stock, blood spattered wildly.

The donkey screamed twice in pain, and sprinted through the oblique thorn, then rushed to Shangshan Square.

Yang Fan watched the bullock hitting the door, leaving behind a street of wolf, just about to take a step and walk again, and a mad donkey came rushing towards us. There was a fat old man on the back of the donkey. He was flying up and down by the donkey, like a rag in the wind. He still stubbornly held the neck of the donkey and refused to fall down.

The ground is all bluestone slabs. If the fat old man really fell down, he might have to smash his head into a rotten watermelon. It was really dangerous. Yang Fan was surprised at the first sight, too late to think, and put the scroll to the side of the road. Throw it, and a vigorous step threw it up.

"Yu ~~~"

Yang Fan rushed head-on, approaching the head of the donkey, leaning sideways, arms outstretched, buckled the donkey's neck, and a "kilo drop" at the foot, buckled the ground. The donkey continued to run, Yang Fan buckled the donkey's neck, muscles of his arms knotted, and his forehead twitched.

The donkey dragged them and rushed forward for more than ten steps ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The speed slowed down, only these dozen steps, Yang Fan a pair of boots has stretched the line, showing the big toe. When Di Renjie saw the donkey slow down, he pushed the donkey's back with his hands and rolled down to the ground. He didn't dare to wait for someone to rescue him. In case the strong man couldn't hold the mad donkey, the only chance to save the donkey Anymore?

Die Renjie's roll was on the ground safely, but after all, he was too old to roll off from the back of the donkey, and it didn't land flatly. His right foot fell on the ground first. Sweating from pain.

The donkey, who is suffering from pain, was strangled by Yang Fan, and finally stopped slowly. The elder of the rush came chasing after him, crying all the way: "My donkey, my donkey ..."

When I ran near and saw someone help him to hold the crazy donkey, I could n’t help cracking a smile. I fixed my eyes and looked at the opening of the donkey ’s stock. The blood was red and I could n’t help but called: “My donkey , My donkey ... "

Di Renjie was furious, blowing his beard and glaring his eyes, saying: "You know your donkey, the old man is still your guest, don't ask, don't you think an old man is better than a donkey!"

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