Scum of the Cultivation World Chapter 59: Yangling grass (2)

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"Go! You are dead, you have a broken face swaying in front of Lao Tzu, ugly, do not be a good person, let Lao Tzu die."

Yue Qianchou was full of anger, kicked the bucket lifted by Fu Rong with one foot, and yelled again: "Go!"

The latter shuddered and stood on the side, the shabby clothes wrapped around his thin body and restrained slightly, half of the moving face and half of the scary face, the big tears of soybeans shed a little, but I dare not cry out.

When I came to this world, I was still so insulted for the first time. In addition, he was really moody sometimes. When I was not stimulated, I was willing to be a tortoise and grandson. Once I got angry, let alone this one is only Foundation establishment. The poor Fu Rong sister, Wu Baoru in Green Light Sect Lianyuan's infancy, also scolded him correctly. The previous Yan Shu in the Dandan period is an example.

Looking at the broken face of Fu Rong in front of him, the more he looks at it, the more he feels disgusting. He is in a rage, but he does n’t care about the difference between the two people ’s behavior, or whether he can win Fu Rong. In the past, bad words scolded: "Cry, you know to cry, you cry what you cry, don't look at what you look like, dead yin and yang face, ugly and strange, the more you cry, the more ugly, let's die!"

Poor Fu Rong was forced by him to lean his back against the wall step by step, listening to him scolding maliciously, and not letting her cry, and really holding back the tears, only to see the crystal tears swirling in his eyes , Very pitiful. If you look closely, you can see that although Fu Rong is disfigured, those eyes are extremely bright and beautiful, and there is tenderness and kindness in the pitiful tears.

I do n’t know if she is really stupid, timid, or really kind. With her cultivation base, Yue Qianchou is not the same as chopping vegetables, but she just accepts it.

That's it, a handsome man put an ugly and weird woman at the corner of the wall. They were eye-to-eye, angry, and pitiful.

For a long time, it seems that the Yue Qianchou gas has disappeared. Fu Rong loosened a finger pinching the corner of the clothes and pointed to the pit, and said timidly: "I ’m going to work. Too late will make Elder Lan unhappy. "

Actually, the voice of Fu Rong is pretty good. The thin, neat, and white shell teeth come together, and the faint words speak a bit of defeat.

Yue Qianchou was stunned. Was your voice just too loud, would n’t it be heard by the old guy in the yard? A little impulsive.

Seeing that he did n’t speak, Fu Rong carefully rubbed his back against the wall and moved it out. He picked up the barrel where Yue Qianchou was far away. He took it back carefully and put it away carefully. he. Then he drew a white pill from the diagonal cloth bag, walked to the pit, and dropped it.

Inject Medicinal Pills into the pit? Yue Qianchou seems to have forgotten that he is still angry, looking curiously.

As the pills sank, the pit immediately reacted, and bubbles began to bubble up, tan things surging in the pond, Yue Qianchou looked sick and felt a little vomiting. He could bear the things in the pit, and he could bear it very much. Although he came out of the remote countryside, it was a long time ago. On the other hand, Fu Rong stood calmly on the side, no abnormality on his face.

The nose of Yue Qianchou is instigated. It ’s strange. The original taste of the memory does not appear, but there is a faint fragrance. It must be the effect of the pill. I want to get closer to see what is going on, but no matter how fragrant it is, it ’s a big dung.

Fu Rong lightly lifted up the worn-out sleeves, and the two small and bright white arms were exposed, grabbed the long ladle and started to load the big dung into two wooden barrels. It's a pity that Yue Qianchou secretly uses such beautiful hands to do this. Fu Rong is at ease.

Full, Fu Rong put a pole in between the two barrels, the slender body bent gently, the hard pole fell on the thin shoulders, a little effort, two barrels of big dung was picked by this weak woman Before he left, he looked at Yue Qianchou with a solitary look, as if comforting him: "Don't be angry, just rest here! I will do it."

That look ...

In an instant, Yue Qianchou felt something was broken in his chest.

"Is it heartbroken? No, but it feels so distressing again, strange, what is my distress? I am not familiar with her." Yue Qianchou asked himself.

The Fu Rong's thin body carried the burden and wobbled forward. It was really a piece of cake to pick such a burden based on her repair, but the thin body and the two big buckets always felt inconsistent, because the bucket was too big. Or is Fu Rong's figure too thin?

I do n’t know what happened, watching the load dangling in calm, there was a cramp in Yue Qianchou's heart.

"Wait!" Yue Qianchou shouted and ran over.

When I heard the shout, Fu Rong turned around carrying a load, and when I saw Yue Qianchou running, I was scared and took two steps back. The yellow-brown liquid in the bucket suddenly swayed a lot, splashing on the ground, and some fell Fu Rong upper and worn skirt.

"Give me." Yue Qianchou reached out to the load with a blank expression.

"No more." Fu Rong's slender figure refused with a heavy load.

"Give me!" Yue Qianchou reached out again.

"Dirty." Fu Rong said softly.

"You are not afraid of dirt, what am I afraid of, give it to me."

"I ... I'm used to it, I'm not afraid of getting dirty."

Yue Qianchou felt another heart-wrenching sigh and said, "Did you forget Elder Lan's account? Didn't you even listen to Elder Lan's words? Do you want me to be punished?"

When it comes to Elder Lan, Fu Rong has a hint of fear on his face, and I do n’t know what to do. Yue Qianchou reached out without hesitation and forcibly took the burden to his shoulders, turned his head and smiled: "You can teach me how to do it, help me take this and lead the way." Then he handed the long ladle to her.

Fu Rong nodded with a scoop, and then led the way in a panic. Yue Qianchou is not too disgusting now, trying to control the swing of the two barrels.

The two returned to the yard. Fu Rong led him to the garden where he planted spirit grass. He timidly instructed him how to fertilize the spirit grass. I wanted to do it myself, but the result was rejected by Yue Qianchou. He just had to ask her to talk, and he did it all.

Yue Qianchou cooperates with Fu Rong with unprecedented docility. When Fu Rong points there, he obediently does it. The other beautiful women who looked after Ling Cao in the garden were all surprised. The ugly Fu Rong actually found a man to fight.

There are a lot of spirit grasses to be fertilized, and the small septic tank outside the fence is simply not enough. Fu Rong led him down the mountain to find the place where Myriad Fragrant Garden female disciples lived together. There is a place similar to a public toilet, there are many pits, and the excretion ability of female compatriots is not weak!

Yue Qianchou almost fainted. I never thought I would go to the women ’s toilet one day to pick up the fertilizer that the woman dedicated. What makes him even more incredible is that there are still many senior aunt-level seniors who even need to grab big dung? And grab a big dung pick? He had to sigh that the planting area of ​​Myriad Fragrant Garden is not so large, and the fertilizer supply is in short supply!