Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1979 Tribulation (53)

inside the gate.

The man who was working inside fed the cows and chickens as if he hadn't heard the knock on the door.

Get water, do laundry.

Also swept the yard.

Get all the chores done.

Outside the door, the monk is still there.

Stay there and don't leave.

The man ignored it, took care of himself, picked up an ax, and chopped wood.

Split the firewood in half.

It's like losing your hearing completely.

In the cowshed, the cow mooed.

While chewing hay, he looked at the owner who was chopping firewood in the yard.

It asked: "Why didn't the master hand over the bad fox? There is something wrong with the bad fox, why can't he see it?"

In the chicken coop, the hen that placed the order clucked, repeating.

"There is a problem! There is a problem!"

"Bad Fox has a problem!"

Niu: "That's obviously a vixen. The master wakes up in the middle of the night and leaves the door and light for her. How can the master be so stupid?"

"So stupid! So stupid!"

The hen high-pitched and repeated.

The cow flicked its tail and looked towards the house.

That heartless, bad fox is still sleeping.

It snorted coldly, sour.

"A monk will come to take you in soon, let's see how arrogant you are then."

"How arrogant! How arrogant!"

"Snapped--"

The thick firewood standing on the wooden pier was severely split in two by a sharp axe.

The thin, fair-faced man swept over coldly.

The handle of the ax was clenched.

The phoenix eyes are dark and gloomy, gloomy, just looking at the cows in the cowshed.

Under the sunlight, the sharp ax reflected a cold silver light.

Like a murderous blade.

It only takes a light cut to cut through the fragile skin and cut off the blood vessels.

The cow was startled.

I saw a man coming with an axe, covered in sweat, with sinister phoenix eyes.

His face was ruthless, sweating, and his aura was terrifying.

As if to chop off its head with an axe.

The cow stiffened and backed away again and again.

Backed all the way to the wall, there was no way back.

Not daring to say a word.

"Bam—"

The ax with a cold light was slashed hard on the wooden fence of the cowshed.

There was a "click—" breaking sound.

The cow was frightened and watched in fear.

The man's eyes were terrifying and bloodshot.

He stared at it sullenly, his hand clutching the handle of the axe.

Even the chicken next to him fell silent.

The annoying clucking is gone.

So quiet.

Deadly still.

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They looked at each other for a long time.

The man took the ax away.

The complexion returned to its former calm.

Take the ax and go back.

As if the person who almost lost control just now was not him.

The cow completely settled down, and the chicken completely shrank its neck, making no sound.

In the huge yard, there was only the sound of violent firewood chopping.

Under the sun, a whole mountain of firewood was chopped.

As if not feeling tired.

Inside the house, the fox demon who had been standing by the window, watching, lowered his eyes slightly.

The white fingers curled up slightly.

Silently.

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in the afternoon.

The originally sunny sky suddenly turned dark.

Huge dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the wind in the mountains became much stronger.

Blow away the sultry heat left by the morning sun, and also let the leaves on the trees drop.

The wind was blowing, blowing the grass on the side of the road, and bent over straight.

The monk stood at the door, his cassock being blown by the strong wind.

He stood there, still not intending to leave.

Close your eyes and read the scriptures silently.

It seems that it is necessary to wait until the people inside open the door.

(End of this chapter)