Guardian Chapter 116: The melancholy little prince-Xiao Sang

If it wasn't for the courtyard door to open.

Da Mao's return interrupted Chen Feng's thoughts.

Chen Feng will definitely attack Xiao Sang.

Yeah.

There is nothing you can't beat here, you guys think too much.

There is no word counseling in Chen Feng's dictionary.

He didn't, he wasn't, you guys just think.

Seeing Da Mao, Chen Feng understood that Yan Mubai had arrived home safely.

Ge Ailan and the women's group who regained their freedom should also go to the bamboo forest and start their new life.

Next.

Take time to see if there is any help.

It's all a bunch of hard-working people.

Damn teeth...Chen Feng couldn't help but took another bite.

Seeing Da Mao, Chen Feng remembered Er Mao's injury again.

Since I have just received the withered tree spring medical treatment, can I try it on her?

A clear light rose up under Ermao's feet without warning, shocked her conditioned reflex to split her fangs, bent her back, and made an attacking posture.

The soft cyan light baptizes Ermao's body.

The breath of wood attributes circulating in the small courtyard.

Even the leaves on the jujube tree are rustling.

Seems to cheer for this "taste".

If the clear light is the breath of life, it's a bit too much.

But it does have the miraculous effect of life.

The treatment effect is significant.

Er Mao’s fractured calf and the trauma on his body are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the silver corpse is not a real flesh and blood body.

But judging from the results of this treatment, the effect is good.

I just don’t know what special miraculous effect it will produce when applied to people.

Everything is progressing for the better.

In no time.

Er Mao is as good as ever.

Chen Feng silently felt that the activation of the skill of Wither Woods Every Spring was based on his own vitality.

If you are the one who has been seriously injured and your blood is exhausted, you must reassess.

Anyway, dead wood every spring is an excellent support skill.

After finishing his busy schedule, Chen Feng nodded, touched his stomach and smiled at Liuli: "I'm hungry."

Liu Li didn't feel strange seeing Chen Feng's rejuvenation technique. Anyway, his own pig would be pleasing to the eye.

She answered sweetly, thinking that this is the first time the pig has asked me to cook, so I can add more "sugar" later to make a delicious meal.

Here Liuli just fell.

Another voice of thanks came from outside the courtyard.

Qin Shufen laughed from ear to ear before people heard it, and brought Yan Mubai and Yan Wenji together to thank you.

The third mother and son next door, twisting big bags and small bags, just walked in, Qin Shufen was about to pull the two children down to kneel and kowtow.

Chen Feng dashed over, and the three of them were pulled up by him before they actually knelt.

"Aunt Qin, what are you doing, neighbors and folks, besides, the children call me uncle, are we outsiders?"

"It's not an outsider, it's not an outsider." Qin Shufen muttered, her brows were overjoyed, and her gloomy and bleak face hadn't disappeared yet.

"There is nothing to thank." Qin Shufen opened the big bag and pointed to the food inside. "Just a pig's head and some cold dishes. It's not that I heard that Lao Yan is coming back and the pig's head is stewed. I haven't cut it, you guys try it."

Qin Shufen wiped his hand, trying to get the pig's head, but was afraid that Chen Feng would dislike her rough hand. She stretched out her hands to the pig's head and froze in the air. It was not stretched, nor was it not stretched.

Chen Feng didn’t care. His hands were still dirty and gray. He directly patted the pig’s head and excitedly said: "The feelings are good, I am really greedy for this bite, so, Aunt Qin, Mu Bai, Wen Ji, don’t leave today. In the evening, I will cook myself and give you some delicious dishes."

Yan Wenji's eyes lit up, the halazi who sighed, sucked and swallowed into her belly, her throat was almost straightened, just because the pig's head was given away, she couldn't eat delicious food, she looked gloomy The mood is instantly clear.

She felt that her current appearance must be too rude, but she couldn't help it. She only looked at Qin Shufen with expectation, hoping that she would quickly agree.

Yan Mubai winked at Chen Feng with a mysterious expression on his chin, making it as if he had known some incredible secret, and it didn't seem to match the current environment at all.

"How embarrassed, I can't make it, I can't make it." Qin Shufen leaned sideways, shook her head and waved her hand, but she didn't move at all.

"That's it." Chen Feng is categorical, and when he sees Qin Shufen's behavior, he wants to laugh... This aunt, like the aunt who turned down the red envelope in the previous life, said no, but the body was very honest. .

"Liu Li, come out to greet Aunt Qin's family. I'm here to cook today, so don't worry about it."

Chen Feng yelled in a heart-warming voice, said "whatever you want, just like at home" and went into the kitchen.

The fire in the kitchen has just risen, Liuli is a little reluctant, thinking that she can't show her great cooking skills, but Chen Feng is still looking forward to cooking.

Liuli curled her lips, her mood improved, and confessed to Chen Feng that "salt is here, sugar is here", and rushed out of the kitchen happily.

Chen Feng looked at the positions of the "salt bowl" and the "sugar bowl", smiled bitterly and shook his head, and reversed the two. This is regarded as the real salt is salt and sugar is sugar.

Chen Feng fiddled in the kitchen.

He walked in with the front foot, and Yan Mubai followed with the back foot, whispering to Chen Feng quietly.

"I will keep the secret. Don't worry. I didn't tell anyone. My mother asked about it. I said I was bullied by Qingpi. You came to save me. You also conceal it for me."

"I know that my father is doing great things just like you. Don't worry, I know, uncle of the horse racing caravan."

After Yan Mubai finished speaking, she ran out, making Chen Feng a little embarrassed.

Also, if Yan Mubai can think of it this way, Chen Feng's excuses don't need to be told to Qin Shufen.

As for Yan Mubai's misunderstanding, let him misunderstand him, who didn't regard his father as a hero when he was a child.

Chen Feng's kitchen gets busy.

All the children in the yard are not idle.

Sweating like rain, Da Mao waved the broken blade of Yin and Yang from the two worlds to crack the remnant wood, ready to be firewood.

Except that a knife is a good knife, and wood is also good.

The two collided, but sparks were flying everywhere.

Jumped onto the jujube tree, looking melancholy, as deep as a sculpture, looking up at the little sang that is gradually scattered with stars. Hearing the sound of chopping wood, his face was pumping, and he forced it down several times and wanted to kill someone. Impulse.

Under the jujube tree, Yan Wenji sucked her nose, smelling the smell of meat from the kitchen, absent-mindedly haha ​​practicing sword.

She is using this way of speaking to cover up the sound of her mouth swallowing.

"Hey, pretty little brother, are you the child of Uncle Chen and Sister Empress?" Yan Wenji leaned her neck, the posture of the wooden sword in her hand remained unchanged.

Xiao Sang's eyebrows trembled imperceptibly, his face expressionless, and he looked at the stars with a melancholy expression.

Yan Wenji didn’t pay attention to people, and didn’t get angry. She continued to say to herself, "Oh, no, you picked it up from the garbage dump, just like my brother, I once asked my mother Where did we come from? My mother said that my brother picked it up in the trash. I gave it when I bought green onions..."

Yanwenji talked about, talking to herself, talking unnourished words, and deliberately looking for Xiao Sang to talk about the topic.

With Yan Wenji's chattering, Xiao Sang's forehead was faintly blue, and the color was almost black.

"Wash your hands and prepare to eat, Wen Ji."

"Here, mother." Yan Wenji held a wooden sword, and raised her head to greet Xiao Sang, "Remember to wash your hands before eating."

After finishing speaking, no matter what Xiao Sang's reaction is, he lifted his calf and ran fast.

Little Sang Wen did not move, looking up at the sky, his shoulders sank obviously, and a long exhalation pulled out a deep rhythm.

With a sullen face on the side, Yan Mubai had been observing for a long time. He turned to see his sister walking away. Then he looked around, pretending to be pacing under the jujube tree, and whispered to Xiao Sang.

"Boy, don't hit my sister's idea. You are still young. There are many things you can't bear. You dare to like my sister and see if I don't break your legs."

I was so angry with Xiao Sang that his whole body shook a few times, and the colors in his eyes changed. The left eye was blue and the right eye was red. They were still under pressure and anger, and their little hands were pinched.

The red carp and green carp in the fish pond under the jujube tree jumped up high, and fell into the pond with a crackle, but did not splash a drop of yellow spring water.

Sang, who was on the verge of rampage, glanced without emotion, his eyes gradually became clear, and slowly recovered the melancholy and boring look of nothing to do with him.

Black candlestick: "Remind, benevolence and righteousness are all done."

Yang Min: "I went out with Fusang, and he was naturally kind. I didn't expect him to end up like this in the end."

Black candle: "In the final analysis, it is the Void Beast. He is our common enemy. You and I were the same in the past. Don't you think about revenge sooner or later."

Yang Min was silent for a while before communicating with the black candle consciousness again, "I took a wrong step back then and fell in love with the guy with the human face and the animal heart in Jianlu."

Black candle: "After the First World War, my deity fell asleep, thinking you were doing well, but I haven't been looking for you, sorry."

Yang Min: "It's all over. It's not good now. Even her subconscious mind is willing to live a peaceful life. I am afraid that in her cold and arrogant heart, there is nothing more true than this."

Black candlestick: "Yes, everyone has a longing life in their hearts. Reality is not enough. You can only talk about it in this way."

"Would you like to add vegetables?" Liuli seemed to feel a little bit, picking the vegetables with Qin Shufen, and subconsciously shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "I suddenly remembered that there are still two fish in the house, maybe braised in soy sauce."

Er Mao didn't think the hostess was joking. He put down the rake in his hand in the vegetable garden, turned around and took a knife in the kitchen, and began to sharpen the knife on the whetstone.

"No need, enough food." Chen Feng's voice faintly came from the kitchen, and Er Mao also stopped sharpening the knife.

The black candle, Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and spit out a long string of blisters in the pool.

But I heard Chen Feng shout again: "Broiled in soy sauce is too wasteful, change it to steamed next time."

Black candlestick, "..."

Yang Min, "..."

……

Cold pork ears, scallion pork tongue, shredded walnut meat, garlic moss fried pig cheeks, red and white radish stewed pig skulls, plus a plate of seasonal vegetables.

As soon as Chen Feng's apron is untied, he is alive.

The tables were set up in the Damao and Ermao courtyards, and a few lanterns were lighted up.

"Eating, eating, serving, serving." Chen Feng greeted everyone, counting, how could he always feel that one person was missing.

He looked up, isn't there a melancholy little prince on the jujube tree?

"Xiao Sang, come down to eat." Chen Feng beckoned, looking pleased, not being pleased, this guy can't be regarded as a kid.

The humble mortal...Xiao Sang's heart is calm, he just ignores him, his face is expressionless, and the birds are not birds... Ignorant weak chickens, my dignified charm...

"Eating, did you hear me." Liuli knocked the bowl with chopsticks, her tone not rushed.

"Here." Xiao Sang knelt down and washed his hands well.

Chen Feng, "..."

He can't help but sigh...Hey, the newcomer enters the hospital, and his master status is-1.

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Feng went to the superintendent of the Soul Surgery Division.

A long distance away from the class, I heard my colleagues discussing the previous day.

"Haven’t I heard that the famous Hong Mansion, the huge family, was flattened."

"No one knows about such a big thing, but you only know one of them, but you don't know the second. I heard from Shaoqing of Dali Temple. I found out that Hong Mansion has been doing human activities for many years. A lot of virgins have been ruined."

"The life of such a beast is more than guilty."

"However, Hong Mansion died strangely. I heard that it was done by a group of thieves, and hundreds of people were dispatched."

"Nonsense." There was immediate objection. Hearing the sound of the thorn, Chen Mingting should be no doubt, "The thieves can have this method? There are hundreds of people. You are the city guard of Kyoto to eat? I listen. It is said that the humane supreme has taken the shot, and the heavens drop the palms of the gods, like flies."

The voice of Ou Julian raising the bar sounded, interrupting Chen Mingting, and said: "No, no, it's more than that. The person I know is Master Lian Rong. I guess the cause of death from the death of the corpse. It is said that it was the method of the immortal."

"Cut~The more you blow, the more ridiculous."

"You guys played it first."

Chen Feng had a weird face, but after listening to everyone's arguments, he stayed in Hong Mansion. Logically speaking, Sangshu Village has more activities than Hong Mansion, and no one knows about Sangshu Village for no reason.

However, he thought about it again. During the battle in Sangshu Village, a halo shrouded in front of him, isolating time and space, and then Leng Ao Liuli made a move. With her force, it should be finished.

But.

Such a big village in the suburbs of Kyoto just disappeared, and the news has not yet dissipated after one night.

Explain two points.

First, Sangshu Village’s previous behavior of repelling outsiders into the village did have an effect. Over time, the world will soon forget this place.

Secondly, either it has been discovered long ago, but the news is blocked because it is too weird.

The former can only be used for a while, and it will not be known for so long.

It should be the latter.

So the big place is like the end of the world, and it's a devastated place. Who has taken care of the aftermath?

Demon Slayer Hall, Fu Mo Hall, and Soul Surgery Division were all excluded by Chen Feng.

At least he thinks that Feng Bucheng, who smiles like a spring breeze and makes him feel uncomfortable, looks heroic, but actually has Han Lin in the rough and thin, and Jin Fengwei, the boss who is both male and female. , There is no such means to change the world.

Chen Feng fluttered, and even the three giants of Kyoto were ignored.

No wonder he floats.

No one is in contact.

Don't talk about anything else.

Just talk about his small courtyard.

Two silver corpses who worked hard and didn't say anything.

Two yin and yang fire spirits that mediate feng shui in their own small courtyard.

The melancholy prince Xiaosang, who still has aura of Fusang, squats on the jujube tree and looks at the sky.

There is also an invincible colored glaze that can slap the forehead with a violent ruler.

Even if the piglet is in this small courtyard, his vision is still very high.

What's more, the previous day, there were several battles of tree people, mulberry seeds, silkworm treasures, insect catchers, etc. etc.

Not to mention, Chen Feng really has the qualifications to float.

Low-key low-key.

Our Eleventh Lord is not a show-off person.

It was unambiguous when it was time to shoot.

Jing Gou Shi is also dull.

If it weren't for Yan Mubai's involvement in the human tooth organization.

Chen Feng will not stop practicing Gou Shen.

There are some things that can be done.

Some things, if you ask him to grudge, he will not grudge.

Chen Feng doesn't regret it anyway.

Even if Leng Ao Liuli didn't make a move, he really died in Sangshu Village.

He didn't feel any pity either.

Being a human being, sometimes, there are things that I can’t tell.

Just do it if you want.

There is no reason.

How can there be so much truth.

It can’t be simpler.

People.

Be personal first.