The best waste god

Before the thoughts in my heart stopped, the sad voice of the old man who drove the car came from behind, saying with deep pain: "Madam, please get in the car!"

When Li Yunji heard this, her heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly turned around, only to find that the old man driving the carriage had already carried the corpse of her husband-in-law Nangong Shuangjie and was walking towards the carriage.

Seeing her husband's body, Li Yunji couldn't help feeling sad, hot tears flowed out again in a hurry, big and big, like jade beads with a broken thread.

When Nangong Haotian saw his mother crying, instead of crying, he clenched his fists tightly, his joints turned white with great force, his face was full of murderous aura that couldn't be melted away, and he gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice, "Mother, you Don't be sad, one day Haotian will catch the man who murdered my father alive, and let you cut him to death with one knife."

The beautiful middle-aged woman Li Yunji looked at Nangong Haotian's expression, and her expression changed. This was the first time she saw such a fierce and resentful expression and an indissoluble evil spirit on her son's handsome face.

Li Yunji hurriedly regained her composure, then hurriedly raised her sleeves, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, suppressed the boundless grief in her heart, smiled slightly, and then urged: "It's getting late, let's go, or else today I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to your uncle's house tonight, so let's wait for these things."

That smile was a deep wry smile.

After the words fell, they hurried to the carriage with Nangong Haotian.

Walking to the front of the car, he found that the old man driving the car had already put Nangong Shuangjie's body into the car.

Nangong Haotian was waiting to get into the carriage, when he suddenly found the empty scabbard of his father Nangong Shuangjie in the carriage, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help blurting out anxiously: "Mother, this is Daddy's Dragon Scale Back Arm Saber .”

As soon as Nangong Haotian's voice said it, it immediately reminded the middle-aged beautiful woman Li Yunji and the old man driving the car.

The three of them hurriedly turned their eyes and took a closer look, and suddenly found a masked corpse a few meters away, firmly inserted into the chest of the dragon-scale back-arm knife that Nangong Shuangjie threw with all his strength before he died. .

Seeing the masked corpse, Li Yunji's heart skipped a beat, she walked over immediately, bent down, and stretched out her hand to tear off the black scarf hood of the masked corpse.

The middle-aged beautiful woman Li Yunji took off the masked black scarf and took a look, she was shocked, because the masked corpse was a monk with a bald head, and it was also a fierce monk with a ring scar branded on the bald head.

Because the monk had thick eyebrows and bell eyes, tiger head and swallow forehead, and his appearance was very ferocious and frightening, the old driver Xu Fu couldn't help being startled, and said anxiously: "Ma'am, this vicious bald monk seems to be the flower monk of the Lotus Festival Temple!"

Li Yunji said "Oh", but her willow eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but she didn't say much.

Nangong Haotian asked angrily in puzzlement, "Xu Fu, what is Monk Hua?"

Li Yunji felt that her son was still young, he was just a teenager, and she shouldn't say anything about the monks hiding women in Buddhist monasteries, so she said in a deep voice, "Don't ask about things that children shouldn't know."

After Li Yunji's mother and son and old Xu Fu carried the body of Nangong Shuangjie Zhang Wushi into the carriage, it was already sunset and it was almost evening.

As soon as Nangong Haotian got into the car, he felt a burst of tiredness. He tried hard to open his eyelids, but failed after struggling a few times, so he had to say to his mother Li Yunji, "Mom, I'm tired, go to bed first." In a moment, remember to call me when you get there!" After speaking, Li Yunji fell into a drowsy sleep without even hearing what Li Yunji said.

Seeing Nangong Haotian falling down to sleep, the beautiful woman immediately shook her head and said: "This child, I think he was exhausted, but fell down to sleep on the ground, really, he is not afraid of catching a cold!"

As he spoke, he untied the burden, and took out a red shirt to cover Nangong Haotian's body. Looking at the sleeping Nangong Haotian, a look of doting flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman Li Yunji.