The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

In order to have something exciting to watch, the common people set out for the Eagle Villa at daybreak.

The same is true for the Duke's Mansion.

Inside the carriage, Old Lady Zhou and Old Lady Qian both raised their heads, their faces not looking like faces and their noses not looking like noses, which made Old Lady Wang sigh secretly.

Hey!
Lao Zhou and Lao Qian are so fond of quarreling, and now that she is gone, there is no one to mediate. What can we do?
"Anger is harmful to your health, so you should stop getting angry!" Old Lady Wang advised.

Instantly, the two old ladies turned to her and asked in unison: "Why don't you tell the truth?"

Old Mrs. Wang was confused.

Old Mrs. Qian snorted coldly: "I'll give you a chance to confess!"

Old Mrs. Wang looked at the two men staring at her, her eyes moving rapidly.

It seems that the matter of the preserved fruits has been exposed.

She smiled flatteringly: "I admit that the jar of preserved fruits was not eaten by the wolf king last time when you were not here. I ate it all by stealing!"

Old Mrs. Zhou stood up and said, "I knew you ate it!"

"It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. Old Wang, you are so sinister!" Old Mrs. Qian pointed at Old Mrs. Wang and was speechless.

Old Mrs. Wang chuckled.

But Old Lady Zhou said coldly: "Not this one!"

Old Mrs. Wang was stunned.

"Why don't you tell the truth!" Old Mrs. Qian shouted angrily.

"It's not this one!" Old Mrs. Wang couldn't help but mutter. She didn't know what she was thinking about, and her face suddenly changed.

Could it be that thing?

"Speak!" Old Mrs. Qian slapped the table.

Old Mrs. Wang shuddered and stammered, "I, I really didn't mean to gossip about you two or say bad things about you two. I, I was just chatting with Widow Zhang about speculation that day, and then, then..."

"Well, you, Wang Sulan, actually said bad things about us!" Old Mrs. Qian was so angry that she stood up.

Old Mrs. Wang smiled apologetically out of guilt.

"It's not this one!" Old Mrs. Zhou said suddenly.

Old Lady Wang was really stunned and said sincerely, "These are the only two things I can hide from you!"

Old Mrs. Zhou looked at her seriously and said, "Think carefully about what you have been hiding from us!" "Think carefully!" Old Mrs. Qian echoed.

Old Mrs. Wang's eyebrows were twisted, and she had no idea what it was.

Many people from the countryside have come to the Eagle Sect Villa one after another.

Today is the competition between the leaders of various sects. Not only is it more exciting, it also requires the votes of the public, so it will be more lively than yesterday's competition between sects.

The various martial arts sects stayed at the villa last night, so after breakfast, they all went to their own viewing seats.

After finishing breakfast, Bai Su and others walked towards the arena, but they met dozens of disciples from the Sky Eagle Sect.

These disciples were carrying a very heavy object, but this object was wrapped tightly with a black cloth, so it was impossible to see what was inside. Only a long rectangular outline could be seen.

Bai Su took a glance.

Wu Zibo beside him whispered, "It's a coffin!"

"Protector Wu, how do you know there is a coffin under this black cloth?" A Zhen was puzzled.

Wu Zibo said: "We have been underground for many years, we can tell at a glance!"

Ah Zhen suddenly understood.

A Kun frowned: "But what are they going to do by carrying a coffin up the mountain?"

Wu Zibo shook his head.

The disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect carried the coffin past Bai Su and others, but the old Taoist priest couldn't help but look back, his eyes fell on the coffin.

Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted up a corner of the black cloth.

The Sky Eagle Sect disciples immediately covered the coffin with the black cloth, but Bai Su could see clearly that the coffin was not only mottled and old, but also covered in mud.

In other words, this is not just an old coffin, but an old coffin that has been buried for a long time.

Just dug out.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, the old Taoist priest spoke.

He stepped forward and reached out to lift the black cloth.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" At this time, Murong Fu's voice sounded.

He walked forward slowly and stopped the old Taoist priest's hand. (End of this chapter)