enchanting blacksmith

Feng Tie fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and the phantom slowly disappeared unconsciously.

"This time I'm doomed, I've been skewered into mutton skewers, I didn't expect to be murdered by my own strings after wearing it for a few days, I'm not reconciled, what evil did I do in my previous life!" Feng Tie thought sadly.

"Master Feng Tie, you fell down. I told you not to run so fast. You didn't listen. You can't tell which side is your face and which side is your butt." Panting, the soldiers chased after Feng Tie and helped him up.

Feng Tie was helped up with a bitter face, and he groped around his chest with one hand: "Huh? It's okay. The clothes are not torn, is it all my illusion? Damn, it must be, it's really too hot here. hallucinations."

Feng Tie murmured to comfort himself, a wry smile appeared on his lips, he felt that his arms were indeed empty, and the strings were really gone.

"Oh, by the way." Feng Tie smiled weakly at the soldier supporting him: "Do you know how to write the word --- butt?"

"Back to Master Feng Tie, I know!" The soldier replied proudly.

"That's good, write the word ---butt--- all over your face. If you dare to wash your face within a year, I will kill your whole family."

Soldier: "... woo woo woo woo"

......

"Well, it's very comfortable, very comfortable. Try harder, a little harder. Hey, why is your strength so weak, Lucy? From now on, you can do radio gymnastics with the young master and me to exercise your pectoralis major."

"It's such a luxurious and voluptuous life. I'm deeply ashamed of this kind of pleasure life of the landlord class who get something for nothing." Feng Tie lay on the bed with her eyes squinted, and Lucy massaged Feng Tie's stiff legs tiredly and sweating profusely.

"Oh, stop going up, I can't bear your proficient skills and fire-like enthusiasm." Feng Tie shouted pretendingly innocently while squinting at the whiteness exposed on Lucy's chest when she bent over.

"Huh? Master, you have another leg!" Lucy stretched out her small hand and pinched Feng Tie's third "leg", and asked in surprise: "What's the matter, master, after you fell again, the gene Has it mutated?"

"You have a genetic mutation, and your whole family has a genetic mutation." Feng Tie slandered bitterly, but still put on a solemn look on his face as a teacher and patiently taught the innocent little maid about physiological hygiene.

"Let this young master tell you, this is not a third leg, it is a peerless magic weapon, and it is the spiritual pillar on which I live! Whenever I suffer unfair treatment from fate, I will Take it out and stare at it affectionately for a moment, you can see that it can be soft or hard, hard and soft, especially its first-class self-cultivation and broad-mindedness, even if it encounters strong exclusion from others, it will not get angry, just silently After spitting out a mouthful of saliva, he lowered his noble head sadly. Tell me, isn't this spirit worth learning?"

Seeing that the little maid was completely moved by the noble sentiment of the Peerless Soldier, nodding her head like a chicken pecking rice, Feng Tie smiled with satisfaction, just when he was about to further discuss with Lucy how the Peerless Soldier was rejected by her , the blacksmith's wife came in with Linda.

"My poor son!" The blacksmith's wife sobbed and hugged Feng Tie's head: "The injury last time was not healed completely, but this time it happened again. I heard from the soldier who brought you back that your leg was swollen from the fall. Cheng He's buttocks are high on one side, and more than a dozen joints are broken, please show your mother quickly."

Gritting his teeth, Feng Tie raised the time limit for that wretched soldier with a big mouth not to wash his face from one year to a lifetime.

"It's okay mother, they are all blind and exaggerated, the son just pulled a muscle, it's okay." Feng Tie finally struggled to get his head out of his mother's arms: "Mother, are you sure you don't know who Qiong Yao is?" What about Liu Xuehua? Are you sure you really didn't wear it?"

For this emotional mother with well-developed tear glands and super strong upper body strength, Feng Tie is definitely as big as a bucket, but Feng Tie can really feel that her mother's love for him can surpass everything in the world, which is what Feng Tie lacked in her previous life .

Feng Tie secretly made up his mind that he must protect the family and not let his mother who loves him so much suffer any harm.Thinking of the blacksmith's rough hand stroking the top of his head and the helpless sigh, and thinking of the innocent and beautiful Lucy and Linda, Feng Tie felt that he had truly integrated into this world at this moment, and that he was connected by flesh and blood in this world. The close relatives of the family also have a heavy responsibility.

I don't know how many days are left until that fatal deadline.

With a bang, Feng Tie's erotic bodyguard, Xiong Da, tripped over the threshold when he ran into the house, and lay down firmly on the ground.

The four people in the room were startled, Xiong Da got up from the ground in a hurry, and shouted in a panic: "It's not good, madam, master, it's on fire!"

"Ah?" Regardless of the mother and the two little maids still digesting the news with their mouths wide open in surprise, Feng Tie jumped up from the bed, swept away the dejection that had just been half-dead, and ran around the room to collect the gold and silver.

Xiong Da took a deep breath, followed Feng Tie's figure with his wry smile: "Young master, don't worry, it's not our house that's on fire, it's the master's weapon workshop that's on fire, and it's burning to the sky now. Lidi saw the letter and came back to report it."

"Bang!" The blacksmith's wife was half worried about her husband, and half flustered by the panting slave, she rolled her eyes and fell to the ground. Feng Tie hurried over to pick up her mother and put her on her bed, Er kicked Xiong Da's ass: "Go to the doctor quickly! No, you go to the door and prepare the carriage. Lucy, you go and call the doctor, Linda, you are here to take care of your mother."

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go!" Feng Tie roared angrily.

……

When Feng Tie and Xiong Da rushed to the edge of the oak forest where the blacksmith workshop was located, the fire seemed to have been extinguished. The strange thing is that the whole stone castle was not damaged at all from a distance, which made the master and servant relax. He was very surprised at the same time.

"You have to believe me, young master. How dare you joke with you about such a big and small matter. I really went back to report to you when I saw the main castle in the middle a few kilometers away." Xiong Da panicked Explain with a mournful face.

"Okay, okay, I believe you." Feng Tie sighed softly: "Let's go and see it quickly. After all, people will be worried and move forward at full speed."

The carriage galloped all the way, and finally arrived at the stone fort in the middle of the forest. The free people outside were not allowed to enter the oak forest under the guard of the soldiers of the weapon workshop, and they were not allowed to talk about and spread the inexplicable fire in the workshop.The inside of the castle is full of grass and trees. If anyone tries to leave or enter the Hexagonal Castle without permission, they will be killed no matter what the purpose is.

Fortunately, Feng Tie, the blacksmith's bastard and prodigal son, is well known to everyone. The soldiers at various gates saw him striding into the castle with his arms swaying, they could only respectfully bow down and show the way as a sign of warm welcome.

After Feng Tie entered the main castle, he saw the burly blacksmith Zuo Tu at first sight. Feng Tie himself didn't even realize that his heart was instantly at ease.

The huge steam iron furnace has disappeared at this moment, and the high temperature inside the castle, which was like a volcanic eruption all year round, has also disappeared. The cool wind blowing in from the outside brought in pieces of withered yellow leaves that swirled and fell to the ground. The inside of the castle was unusually deserted, and only the blacksmith stood upright at the original position of the stove, his eyes staring sharply at a pitch-black iron bar more than half sunk into the ground ten meters away.

"Are you alright, father?" Feng Tie came over and gently took the blacksmith's muscular arm.

"En." Hearing his son's warm greeting, the blacksmith just agreed in a coping manner, his eyes still fixed on the inconspicuous iron bar, as if it was the most important thing in the world and irreplaceable.

Feng Tie also noticed the existence of the iron bar, and he didn't just follow the blacksmith's gaze to find it, but felt its existence when Feng Tie was still facing away from it.

It was a strange feeling, Feng Tie felt that the iron bar was inserted in that position, it was as natural as it was windy, rainy, sunny and cloudy, as natural as the mountains were high, the water was deep and everything grew, as if it was its own. I casually threw it in my room.Now that I think of using it, I naturally pick it up to cut vegetables, melons, sheep, and people without any burden or disharmony.

So Feng Tie walked over and pulled it out like a carrot from the ground, held it in his hand and glanced at it, then walked back to the blacksmith with it in his hand: "Go home first, father, mother is very worried about you."

The blacksmith comforted his wife who had just woken up for a long time before walking out of the house.

Feng Tie squatted at the door of the kitchen, holding a lamb leg bone thrown to him by the old cook Emma with both hands, and licking it with relish. When the bone marrow was almost sucked, Feng Tie shouted: " Emma!" Another chunk of juicy boiled lamb was thrown out of the kitchen window.

Feng Tie's eyes instantly lit up like a night owl, and he sprinted towards the landing point of the parabola on all fours, with the whole movement flowing and flowing.This is still the weak and bastard young master from the blacksmith's house, he is a runaway wild dog that has been hungry for half a year.

Seeing this scene, the blacksmith became furious, and the fear of underestimating Feng Tie that had just been established suddenly collapsed.Resisting the urge to rush up and strangle the unfortunate son to death, the blacksmith walked slowly to Feng Tie's side, bent down and asked, "Is it delicious? Are you full?"

Feng Tie seemed to feel the murderous intent in the blacksmith's pretentiously calm voice. He squatted on the ground and raised his head slightly, looking at his father's slightly twitching face with clear and innocent eyes. His left hand was unconsciously placed on the front of his temple in the shape of scissors, subconsciously preparing to take a picture. , with his right hand, he stuffed the last piece of mutton into his mouth and chewed desperately.

The father and son maintained this awkward position for ten seconds. Feng Tie's throat moved, and he swallowed the fat mutton with a "gurgling" sound. He stood up, his feet uneven, and his hands clasped together: "May I ask the hero what you can teach me?"

"Snapped!"

One side of Feng Tie's cheek became red and swollen rapidly, showing five clear fingerprints.

The blacksmith twisted his face and roared: "Can't you speak well, I'll kill you, a shameless foodie!"

Feng Tie: "Wooooow, I'm still young and ignorant, please spare my life, Father, I will never dare to eat junk food again."

The blacksmith was stunned for a while, his eyes swept over the black iron bars that Feng Tie had thrown into the vegetable sink casually, and he let out a sigh of relief: "That's all, come with me."