Guardian Chapter 24: Evil young children come to play

When Chen Feng was nervous, he was suddenly shocked.

The sphincter can't hold the door.

It was at the time.

A chrysanthemum pressed against acacia flower, the yellow and orange soup with black sesame seeds gave out the bright shape of the fireworks blooming in the middle of the night.

Good fellow, the real cloud-piercing arrow will come to meet you.

If talking about the highest state of social death, Chen Feng's mood at this time is nothing more than this.

Chen Feng's brain buzzed, and he didn't want anything else. He had only one thought, that is, this embarrassment cannot be seen by people.

Say it's too late, then it's fast.

The real Cao Qiuchen only heard the sound of a cannon. As soon as he opened his eyes, an illusion appeared in front of him.

A black shadow with the size of a casserole hits the center of his eyebrows in a thunderous manner.

Puffed and muffled.

Cao Qiuchen fell to the ground afterwards, slid out a long way, and finally kept his **** pouted and fainted.

This posture talks about the head, it's called pouting and looking at the sky—with eyes but no beads.

Aren't people **** from the locust tree?

Hey, don't talk about it, tumble.

Chen Feng's head is chilly behind him, and he also dislikes others. He pinched his nose with one hand and half-pulled the trousers with the other. He slid and rubbed his left and right feet to Cao Qiuchen's side. .

My dears, Cao Qiuchen hasn't wiped his **** yet.

Chen Feng wiped his sweat, squatting beside his comatose boss, dizzying solemnly.

Cracking crackling crackling.

Oh~!

Shhh~!

Draining all the reincarnations around the comatose boss is so powerful, Chen Feng advises you to try.

Just as Chen Feng finished packing things up, the adobe house under the big locust tree lit up.

Under the shadow of the lamp, the house in the vegetable garden with a half-drawn soil wall collapsed, and a crack in the door opened.

A cautiously questioning middle-aged alto, squeezed his throat and called out, "Who is playing firecrackers outside in the middle of the night? There is a baby in the house, and people sleep?"

Chen Feng quietly beat Mimi's low body, still not forgetting to flatten the pouting Cao Qiuchen.

The sound of squeaking and grinding the door trembling.

Through the dim yellow oil lamp, Chen Feng saw a middle-aged woman with her hands clasped in a threshing rack, half-hidden and poking her head out.

"Mother, I'm hungry."

"Mother, I dreamt of a fire at the table."

One male and one female, two boys, the male voice is still in the transition period, the tone is indistinguishable from male and female, the female voice is dim, it is obvious that you are sleeping or not sleeping, and your speech is purring.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, your dad, the savage man, said that he was going to the horse racing caravan, and he hadn't seen anyone for a few months. With the help of Uncle Cao, a little bit of money is not enough for your two **** mouths. "

"Half-and-a-half son, I will eat to death. If Yaoer is still there, I will starve to death when I see this house."

"Cry, cry, howl, ah, I'm not dead yet."

"Boss Yan, what about you, what are you whispering about? Do you talk back? Is your skin itchy again?"

"Second Sister Yan, can you **** cat urine, try another one?"

The middle-aged woman swears, says something against her will, throws the threshing rack aside, wipes her hands and goes to the kitchen to make hot porridge.

In a short time, the thin rice-grain red potato porridge in the bottom half of the pot was served in a crock pot by a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was clambering with pickles, and she was still talking about it, "Hey, feed the pigs, hurry up and eat them, fatten up and slaughter for the New Year."

"Mother, you eat too." With the sound of snorting and drinking porridge, the girl whispered to laughter.

"I eat a small bowl, and my second sister and my mother eat a big bowl." The male voice during the change of voice, with a louder voice, suddenly changed into a broken gong voice.

"Mother wants to eat it and wait until you two little bastards? I ate the porridge before it was hot. You eat it." The middle-aged woman swallowed her throat and added impatiently, "The kid’s family’s food What kind of pickles? If you eat too much, your hair will turn yellow. This is what an adult eats. Give it to me and I will eat it."

Chen Feng vaguely saw what pickles were there, it was clearly the fermented water soaked in wheat bran.

Uncle Cao? Big locust tree? Is the eldest son? Is the younger one a daughter? Yaoer is gone? There is no owner in the family?

Chen Feng looked at Cao Qiuchen who was in a coma, and then at the middle-aged woman in the room who said something against his heart.

At this point, I still don’t understand, it’s really confused.

The guy in the middle-aged woman's mouth who was slashing his brains and went to the horse racing caravan designated the lame Uncle No. 5 and didn't have to run.

However, what's wrong with Cao Qiuchen's cold boss, squatting in the corner in the middle of the night?

Listening to the children’s conversation, this family knows Cao Qiuchen, and they are quite familiar.

I'm... Chen Feng's mind suddenly showed the appearance of Uncle No. 5 with green flowers on his head.

Uncle, congratulations, your house has plenty of green areas.

No, right...Chen Feng shook his head and let this unnecessarily thought out of his head.

If Cao Qiuchen really came to hook his wife, the middle-aged woman would not be the anti-thief reaction when she pushed the door.

So what does Cao Poker do?

Chen Feng couldn't think of a reason if he wanted to break his mind.

I can only talk about the comfort of rubbing the buttocks of the locust tree leaves, and Cao Qiuchen also touched the treasure of geomantic omen to get fat.

Just when Chen Feng was thinking about it.

There is another moth in the house.

Beside the broken square table with holes, one big and two small, silently, just eat.

Isn’t it normal if you can’t eat or sleep?

It's normal to eat porridge and pickles.

The problem is that the family licked the bowl after drinking the porridge, then began to bite the crock pot, the table gnawed the table, and the soil lumps were swallowed.

The bloodshot eyes, humming and biting fiercely, like a hungry ghost reborn, and his mouth is full of blood foam.

Chen Feng can't see it anymore, not to mention that it is the family of Uncle No. 5, even if it is an ordinary person, he can't be regarded as not seeing it.

I immediately took three steps and two steps, rolled up a circle of locust leaves under his feet, and broke through the door before half a breath.

The middle-aged woman roared with a low throat, scarlet eyes, and yelled at Chen Feng's teeth and claws.

Chen Feng couldn't kill him, so he could only get out.

As soon as they stepped away, two and a half boys and girls, as if they had seen their father and enemy, jumped up in midair and rushed towards him with grinning teeth. They looked like they wanted to eat people.

How can normal people be like this.

As soon as Chen Feng opened his eyes, he saw a little boy floating in the middle of the room with black smoke all over his body.

This boy wears a red bellyband, a long life lock on his chest, and a tooth stick made from pepper rods on his wrist. It doesn't take long to see that the deciduous teeth do not grow together and have a silly grin. It hasn't been long since weaned.

For Chen Feng, who is extremely sensitive to the soul, the baby in front of him is an evil spirit.

There are three red ropes in this evil man's hand, one at each end, which are held around the neck of Uncle No. 5's family.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand, and the exquisite scale in Void Shuli was immediately in hand.

The white feather whirled out, chuckled three times, and broke the red rope.

Heize Shishan rose gradually in the wind, and fell all over the sky with a pressure on the top.

The evil monster was shaken out of its original shape by invisible pressure, and the flat belly stuffed on the front of the chest and the back.

Seeing that this evil evil spirit is about to disperse, the middle-aged woman's sorrowful pleading came.

"Uncle Cao, please spare your life, this is my poor child who died."