The Heartless Mage Chapter 181: The Great Light and the Knife

The guards outside the door rushed into the hospital after hearing the sound, thinking that someone was going to assassinate Chen Daguang, but before they could raise their guns and shout, Chen Daguang drove them out again without touching the ground.

Although Chen Daguang was fascinated, he was able to bear the pain and asked Wuxin as if nothing was wrong: "I threw it into the cesspool?"

Wuxin saw a large patch of red blood splattered on his back, and couldn't help but grinned, hurting him: "The dung wards off evil spirits, and it should be fine if you throw it in."

When the voice fell, there was a loud "bang" in the thatched hut, and a cold light shot out from the overwhelming excrement and urine. It was the kitchen knife that was nailed directly to the thick wooden door frame of the courtyard door with a force of three inches. There was a humming sound, but unfortunately no one appreciated its sharpness, because everyone inside and outside the courtyard was shocked by the large excrement that fell from the sky.

With the thatched hut as the center, everyone within a radius of ten meters was paralyzed.

Although Chen Daguang has always been determined, he almost vomited gall at this moment. Wuxin sat naked in a large bucket of well water, his chin rested on the rim of the bucket, and his eyes could not be opened.

Chen Daguang smeared half a bar of soap all over his body, almost rubbing off a layer of skin on his body. In the end, someone sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao on the wound on his back. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to take revenge. He opened his big slap and grabbed the unintentional Tianling Gai. He pressed the opponent into the water with one hand, and hit the other fist into the water from top to bottom. When he let go, Wuxin raised his head and said listlessly, "It hurts."

Chen Daguang pointed to the tip of his nose and asked, "You don't say you'll be fine if you throw it into the big shithole?"

Inadvertently, he grabbed the brim of the bucket, took out a piece of soap from the water and rubbed it all over his body, then replied: "Alas..."

At midnight, Wuxin returned to the room drenched in water. Bai Liuli didn't understand the explosion of the thatched hut, and now she floats around Wuxin, wanting to tell him the story, but Wuxin ignores him, and she just wants to sleep. Chen Daguang stood shirtless in the courtyard, but he was still studying the kitchen knife nailed to the door frame - after just a while, the kitchen knife was rusted again!

He didn't dare to act rashly, thinking anxiously in his heart: "Since it can kill me, it can also kill others. If it listened to me, it would fly to Wenxian to kill the little cat, wouldn't it be wonderful? very?"

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he became, and he couldn't sleep at night. In the early morning of the next day, he first let out the wind, saying that the spies of the alliance sneaked into the production team last night and planted a bomb in Director Chen's hut, intending to murder Director Chen. The members of the production team are no longer doing farm work, and they all follow the Red Chief to make a revolution in a panic. Hearing the vicious actions of the syndicates, the team members were stunned, saying that it was Director Chen Fu who had a big life, and that he would have been beaten by someone else.

While stirring up the anger of the villagers, Chen Daguang called Wuxin to his room for breakfast. Last night, he was irritable and beat Wuxin hard. Now, in order to apologize, he specially made Wuxin stew a little hen. When Wuxin ate all the chicken thighs, he opened his mouth: "Wuxin, the kitchen knife is still on the door frame. Do you think it is fine?"

Inadvertently looked up at him: "Director Chen, where did you pick up the kitchen knife?"

Chen Daguang pointed out the window with his chopsticks: "I picked it up at the female director's house. She keeps a group of chickens. This kitchen knife is used by her family to chop the chickens."

Wanxin thought about it for a while, and finally replied: "Let's go over after dinner and ask about the origin of this kitchen knife."

Chen Daguang pushed open the window and roared, and directly asked the guards outside the hospital to call the women's director.

The director of women is a fat daughter-in-law in her thirties. Because she mistakenly thought that Chen Daguang was in love with her, she was planning to kick the scumbag husband. Standing in front of the kang with a peach blossom face, she asked Chen Daguang, "Director Chen, what instructions do you have?"

Chen Daguang put down the chopsticks and turned to her cross-legged: "I ask you, where did your broken kitchen knife come from? How long has it been used?"

This question disappointed the women's director very much: "A kitchen knife? The kitchen knife was thrown by their cooking class in the year when the Japanese surrendered. My father picked it up and used it until now - Director Chen, this is not a mistake, right? Our family is eight generations of poor peasants!"

Chen Daguang shook his head and smiled as if reassuring, and then asked, "Did your father kill anyone with this kitchen knife?"

The female director was almost horrified: "No, no, absolutely no. This kitchen knife is so dull that it can't even kill a chicken. That is, ten years ago, the weasel went into my chicken coop to steal chicken and let my father take it. It hits hard."

Wuxin suddenly asked: "Did you kill him?"

The female director nodded: "The back of the knife knocked on the skull, and the weasel was knocked to death."

Wuxin winked at Chen Daguang. When Chen Daguang sent the female director away, Wuxin told Chen Daguang: "Director Chen, don't ask. Now that the kitchen knife is no longer to blame, you can dig a deep hole on the spot and bury it. That's it."

Chen Daguang smiled without saying a word, while recalling his every move last night. Thinking of the end, he laughed wickedly. Picking up his chopsticks and scooping it out of the big casserole in front of him, he suddenly restrained his smile and scolded, "Fuck! Just leave me a chicken butt!"

Inadvertently, she went back to her room after eating and drinking, and found that Bai Liuli was also full. The big owl flew from the back window to the kang, and was lovingly rubbing left and right on Bai Liuli with its sharp beak. Suddenly seeing Wuxin entering the door, the owl spread one of its wings and fluttered down, even trying to hide Bai Liuli. Wuxin took off his shoes and got on the kang, scratching the head of the owl: "What to hide? He only recognizes me. You have the intention to hide him, so you might as well pat my ass."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sharp screeching sound outside the window. It was a big girl who walked across the yard and entered Chen Daguang's room: "Director, someone from the province is here!"

Chen Daguang had just pulled out the kitchen knife on the door frame of the courtyard, and was staring at it in the room. Hearing the call of the eldest girl, he hurriedly put on his shirt and rubber shoes, and hid the rusty kitchen knife under the pillow before going out.

As soon as he left, he didn't come back for three days. In the early morning of the fourth day, he appeared in front of Wuxin, and said: "You are a little lucky, we are going to negotiate with the joint index."

Wuxin's eyes lit up: "If you guys stop the war, will Su Tao and I be able to meet?"

Chen Daguang replied: "I can if I don't die."

After saying this, he turned and walked away. But after half a day, a half-old child raised his voice at the gate of the courtyard, making Wuxin prepare to leave. Wuxin wore the military uniform Chen Daguang gave him, and then wrapped Bai Liuli in a book. The big owl doesn't need to be ordered, because it can't be thrown away. Squeezing into Chen Daguang's jeep, he looked forward happily-every day guarding Bai Liuli and Owl to live, there was nothing new in life, he really missed Su Tao very much.

Although the team of Lianzhi and Mr. Hong are still facing each other, the artillery fire has been temporarily stopped, and a safe passage has been set aside for the high-level members of the Red Chief to enter and exit the county. Wenxian is a big industrial county. Once there is a big disturbance, it can directly alert Beijing. As a province-wide organization, the joint refers to fighting with people everywhere in Hebei. Among them, the No. 1 and No. 2 in Baoding are so unpredictable that they are so unpredictable that no one can find them. On the other hand, No. 3 is resident in Wenxian County, and he is accurate when he is caught.

The upper-level figures came forward, hoping that Lianzhi and Hongzong could stop the fighting and form a revolutionary alliance. Xiao Dingmao heard that Chen Daguang had recruited reinforcements from Shijiazhuang, and was very uneasy; and Chen Daguang was pregnant with a ghost, and his attitude was also submissive; the two sides hit it off and agreed to negotiate.

It was in the afternoon when Chen Daguang arrived in Wenxian. Negotiation is not a matter of rushing time, so the afternoon is dedicated to holding a party. In the auditorium of the School of Mechanical Engineering, Chen Daguang and Xiao Ding Mao met up close for the first time.

In the auditorium, the soldiers were divided left and right, and all were occupied by the elite soldiers of both sides. In the open space under the stage in front, Xiao Dingmao and Du Ganchuang came with a smile, and then looked up at Chen Daguang's respectful face together. Chen Daguang never imagined that Dingmao himself was a childish scholar. The two sides stretched out their hands, his big palm was like a large piece of rough sandpaper, and he lightly shook the small hand of the little Dingmao, and then lightly shook the small hand of Du Ganchuang; Two punches can kill them.

Xiao Dingmao is not afraid of Mr. Hong, but is a little afraid of Chen Daguang himself, because he can't even beat Su Tao, if Chen Daguang shoots - no need to shoot, he can sit on the bubbling ass. If he wanted to greet him with a smile or not, he suddenly saw Wuxin behind Chen Daguang. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he pointed at the cigarette in his hand carelessly, and said jokingly, "The grass on the wall."

Chen Daguang raised his big fan-like hand and smiled kindly: "No, it should be a sunflower."

Little Dingmao heard Chen Daguang praise himself as the sun, and smiled more and more happily: "Haha, is it the sunflower in winter?"

Chen Daguang understood Xiao Dingmao's remarks. Hearing him sneer at Wuxin, the expression on Chen Daguang's face was not very good. He thought that if you beat the dog, it depends on the owner. How dare you scold Wuxin in front of me?

At the same time, Su Tao was working as a follower for Ding Xiaotian in the backstage of the auditorium. Ding Xiaotian didn't have a heavy burden on her shoulders, but she was very disapproving of the negotiation, which caused her mood to feel a little down. The party has begun, and the backstage has been lively. A little girl stood in the corner, smearing black paint on her face in front of the mirror, disguised as African. A young man wearing glasses jumped over a floor of props, stood in front of Ding Xiaotian and said, "Secretary Ding, it's too bad. The Americans in the poem recitation "People all over the world love Chairman Mao", no matter how to practice Mandarin I can't practice."

Ding Xiaotian asked absent-mindedly, "Why not change to Mandarin?"

The young man replied: "Mandarin is not as good as his nose."

Ding Xiaotian shook her head: "Forget it, it's him!"

When the youth left, Su Tao muttered: "If you don't like to stay in the background, let's go to the front to watch the show!"

Ding Xiaotian stubbornly told her: "I don't want to sit with Mr. Hong's people."

A group of actors of different colors, flowers, reds, willows, greens, gathered together and began to prepare to perform a large-scale poem recitation. In the hot weather, the deep and shallow oil paint on everyone's face was washed away with sweat. One of the young men with a yellow wig ran out first, and recited loudly into the microphone: "Uh, four American people, U.S. people have a lot of hatred and hatred. I hate that dog President Johnson, I can't help but tear up when I mention it. Lapel..."

Su Tao didn't dare to laugh, so she sneaked to the exit side of the stage, wanting to see what was going on in the auditorium. The auditorium was full of heads, but for some reason, she saw Wuxin in the second row at a glance.

She was silent. Looking back at Ding Xiaotian again, she quietly pushed open the backstage door and entered the corridor outside. There are several safety exits on both sides of the auditorium. She walked through the corridor and stuck her head out from the safety exit closest to Wuxin. While Wuxin was watching the show, he turned his head subconsciously and had a face-to-face with Su Tao.

He didn't even make a sound, he just said he was going to the toilet, got up and walked through countless thighs and went straight to the safety exit. Su Tao ignored him, turned around and left first. The two walked through the corridor one after the other, and finally entered an unlocked cabin. There were piles of background cloth thrown in the room, and Su Tao turned to face Wuxin without speaking, and threw himself into his arms.

Wu Xin was also silent, and at the same time patted her on the back. Su Tao's arm was so strong that it was about to squeeze his ribs. He bowed his head and kissed each other's hair, and asked softly, "Tao Tao, how's your injury?"

Su Tao buried her face in his chest and replied in a muffled voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Then she didn't know what to say, she just wished that she and Wuxin could become one and never be separated again. Wuxin wanted to ask again, but suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and when he looked back, he saw Ding Xiaotian.

Ding Xiaotian looked at him with disgust, and at the same time aimed a pistol with a loaded safety bullet at his head. If it wasn't for the negotiation between the two sides, she would pull the trigger without blinking. In her eyes, Wuxin is like a devil, stalking a good girl.