shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 59

Deserted village.

In the void.

at last!

"Wow." A faint cry, like a sheep.

The heaven and the earth are still, and suddenly there is a peaceful music.

This is the sound of nature, the best sound Feng Ranhua has ever heard in two lifetimes.

Feng Ranhua's eyes gently fell on the raised grandma doll, it's my brother!
Cut off the umbilical cord.

Then put the baby on the palm of your hand and pat the baby's butt hard.

"Wow!"

The sound broke through the sky!

She put the baby in the basket next to her, and Xiao Poshu took the basket and carefully wiped the blood of the newborn fetus.

what! ! !
Feng Ranhua roared with all his might!
The second milk doll came out.

is my sister.

Like my brother, I found out "Wow." Softly.

After spanking, let out the first voice.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Feng Ranhua panted, sat up straight, hugged her daughter, and opened her delicate mouth slightly, which is the power of life.

After a narrow escape, the two children were finally born safely.

Even if someone trades the sky and the earth, they can't take away her child.

Looking at the basket on the left, she shed the first tears in the past 15 years, and her eyes were like fog, turning into water softly.

Inside the basket lay side by side golden boys and girls carved out of jade, with their eyes closed, their small silent mouths slightly opened, and their two small hands waving silently.

After checking that the children were healthy, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Ranhua looked up at the half-empty and half-solid little torn book, with complicated eyes and said:
"Little broken book, thank you"

"In the future, if you need me to do something, I will die."

Little Poshu looked at the evil woman, with an arrogant and domineering look on weekdays, this is to engage in a gentle route.

He hummed awkwardly.

"Based on my current skill...you can only stay in the secret realm for three hours, now an hour has passed, you should quickly recuperate your body."

"Besides, the two dolls still need to be cleaned."

Feng Ranhua's eyes flickered, she cut off Xiao Po Shu's chance to condense his body, and also cut off his chance to increase his skill.

This is a great favor.

The brocade-clothed man outside waited nonstop, his eyes staring at the ruined village, gleaming with many unknown colors.

Then he said to a dozen or so men in strong clothes: "Leave a team to guard the village, even if it is a blue rope, you are not allowed to let it go."

"Yes!" The remaining group of people respectfully said.

On the mountain, everyone fought fiercely.

Suddenly, I heard a horse neighing sadly, like a wild goose that lost its wings, it fell to the ground with its neck up, and the bandit leader immediately fell off the horse and rolled over.

It turned out that Kong Ling had entangled the bandit leader.

Kong Ling wiped the blood from his face, picked up the two sabers, and with a "clang", the two sabers blazed, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

The bandit leader grimaced and was about to get up.

Suddenly, Kong Ling turned around and brushed past the bushes, and flew straight at the bandit leader, slashing the bandit leader's back with both knives, splashing blood.

"Ah!!!" The bandit leader Pu yelled on the ground.

When the bandit next to him heard the sound, his expression changed, and they immediately came over to meet Kong Ling.

The bandit leader was helped up by his subordinates, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the battlefield ahead with a gloomy face. This group of refugees are really fucking tough, especially the one who just injured him, whose martial arts are above him.

Nearly 20 people died on the other side, but the group of refugees resisted crazily, and their own side had lost nearly ten people.

The master has ordered that if all the personnel cannot be taken down, they can only pretend to be bandits and grab some supplies and let them go, and no one should discover the deep mountain mine.

Now he is seriously injured again.

"Retreat!" The bandit leader waved his hand, took the bodies of his brothers, grabbed some silver and jewels and left.

See the bandits disappear on the road ahead without a trace.

The dolls in a carriage howled loudly, like a spark ignited on the grassland, igniting a prairie fire that blazed into the sky.

Wails and mournful cries resounded through the valley one after another.

Twenty corpses lay on the ground.

Among them were Mrs. Feng from Yabi Village, and Chunzi, who was only 14 years old. The rest of them all won prizes, and more than half of them hung heavy prizes.

Song Jiang roared angrily, venting his emotions.

Suddenly, there was a sudden shouting sound, with joy.

"Oh, my god! I was scared to death. Father of the child, come and help me untie."

Everyone turned their heads to look, and Miss Ju, who was tied to the carriage, was yelling.

When she saw the bandits attacking, she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, allowing her to escape.

It's true that good people don't live long, while evil people live thousands of years.

People who live their lives with their heads on the edge of a knife are also used to beating and killing, so they calm down and lead the brothers in the escort agency to help the villagers and bury them on the spot.

On the tail side, Qingling endured the pain of a sprained neck, and insisted on holding the reins to ride the horse to find the young lady.

Kong Ling said helplessly:
"Miss Qingling, you are injured right now, how do you go to find Miss Feng? Why don't you go to Chong County with Song Jiang first, and after the three of us send you down the mountain, help you find Miss Feng?"

Qing Ling's eyes brightened, "I will go with you to find Miss."

"No, your back bone is strangled, your neck is sprained, and you can't ride a horse." Kong Ling said, and then said in distaste, "Who can you beat with these fake moves? Add to the chaos."

Qing Ling glared at Kong Ling resentfully, her delicate face flushed red, "How powerful is martial arts?"

Looking at this posture, he was going to swallow him alive.

Kong Ling rubbed his nose, avoiding his eyes in embarrassment.

In the end, Qingling had no choice but to follow Song Jiang to Chong County.

Shen Shizheng, the sun is setting.

In the middle of the ruined village, Feng Ranhua, who had just walked out of the secret place, hugged two milk dolls and looked at the quiet village. There was no one there, which was really scary.

Fragmentary words came from the sudden village head, it was the voice of a man speaking.

She paused, with murderous intent in her eyes: "There is someone in the village, and that pervert hasn't left."

Little Poshu's empty body floated around his wrist: "Evil woman, there are people at the end of the village. It seems that that pervert sent people to surround the village."

What the hell, the road is blocked on both sides, so I can only hide for a while, and plan things when it gets dark.

Fengranhua found a brick-and-tiled secondary yard and walked in.

The patio in the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, one person tall. Fengranhua picked up a good place to walk, and walked to the corridor on the right. The ground of the corridor is covered with dead leaves, and the walls are weathered and poisoned by rain, causing mildew and blackening.

When he got to the main hall, Feng Ranhua was amazed. It looked dilapidated outside, but all the furniture inside was there.

In the room, there are six chairs, which are divided into left and right sides, and a table is placed under the front of the desk.On the table was a dustpan containing needlework.

The sharp-eyed Feng Ranhua saw that a embroidered long nail was still stuck in the collar.

Puzzled, she approached the kitchen. There were pots and pans in the kitchen. There was a shriveled loofah on the stove, and several bowls were scattered all over the place.

Even the firewood in the stove has not been burned out, and the wood is still two fingers long.

Feng Ranhua, who was getting more and more confused, turned around and approached the bedroom. The unfolded quilt on the bed smelled musty, as if he had messed with it after getting up.

There are even folded clothes in the cabinet.

Fengranhua went to the next yard from the back door, and it was exactly the same, as if the owner had just left the yard and was about to return at any time.

But in the current state of the village, no one has lived in it for at least three to five years.

A gust of wind blew by, like an echo, making one's hair stand on end.

(End of this chapter)