Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1600
on the stone bridge.

Wen Xingxing clapped his hands happily, "The task has been completed."

Wen Xingxing walked towards the bridge, and because he was so happy, he jumped up and down.

"This task is too simple. I thought I was going to die, but nothing happened, haha."

When approaching the end of the bridge, I accidentally dropped the shoe in my hand.

boom!
The pressure on the stone bridge suddenly hit, and Wen Xingxing lay down on the stone bridge.

His painful appearance was in stark contrast to the previous joy.

Shoes are not far from the arm.

Wen Xingxing desperately reached out to grab it.

The pressure was too strong, and it was too difficult for Wen Xingxing to stretch his arms.

Finally, Wen Xingxing grabbed the shoes.

call……

Wen Xingxing's head was stuck on the stone bridge, and he gasped, "What the hell, it's really deadly."

Feeling terrified, Wen Xingxing got up and ran out of the bridge.

"Ouch."

Wen Xingxing bumped into a person, and he fell on his back.

Lying on the ground, when Wen Xingxing saw that it was Song Tianxing, he yelled, "Guilty son, what the hell are you doing hitting me?"

"It's the stupid son who hit your father and me." Song Tianxing squatted down and looked at Wen Xingxing with interest, "Stupid son, what are you doing on the stone bridge?"

"The son takes care of the father?"

Wen Xingxing got up and left.

"Where's your steamed bun?" Song Tianxing asked.

"I was eaten by your father." Wen Xingxing said without looking back.

"Stupid son, don't be so bragging."

Song Tianxing said: "As a father, you can't recognize the steamed buns from Mr. Wen's family. If you dare to eat them, I will call you father."

"It doesn't matter if a turtle son doesn't call daddy."

Wen Xingxing replied.

"Tell me where the steamed buns went?"

Song Tianxing snorted, "What are you doing at Shiqiao?"

"Turtle son, you don't have to worry about what your father and I do!"

Wen Xingxing pointed to Song Tianxing, "If you follow me again, I will tell Duan Mosheng that you squatted on the wall of his house."

Hearing this, Song Tianxing was startled, "How did the stupid son know?"

"Your father, I still don't know your thoughts?"

Wen Xingxing warned: "Follow me again, and I'll find Duan Mosheng. Don't think I'm afraid."

Song Tianxing stood still, his face was very gloomy.

Moreover, he couldn't figure it out, he went there at night and secretly, how could Wen Xingxing know?
Wen Xingxing went to the backyard of the husband's house, and he stood outside the yard.

"finished?"

Mr. Wen asked in the yard.

"Yes, Mr. Wen."

Wen Xingxing asked: "Mr. Wen, where is Tian Ermiao? I think he was beaten badly."

"Beaten……"

Mr. Wen frowned, "The generation of witch gods is doing well, but..."

Mr. Wen smiled, "After Tian Ermiao ate the steamed buns, I think the next generation of witch gods will be in trouble."

"Mr. Wen, are you still going tomorrow?" Wen Xingxing shouted.

"Go, you have to go every day from now on, but remember, don't let anyone know except your sister." Mr. Wen said.

"Okay, Mr. Wen, but..."

Wen Xingxing said: "Mr. Wen, Song Tianxing has been following me, and just now he asked me where the steamed buns went."

"How did you answer?" Mr. Wen narrowed his eyes.

"I said he was eaten by me. Of course he didn't believe it. If he wanted to ask, I threatened him, so he didn't dare."

Hearing this, Mr. Wen said "Oh", "How did you threaten him?"

"He squatted on the wall of Duan Mosheng's house." Wen Xing said.

"Squatting on the wall of Duancheng Mo's house, what is this kid going to do?" Mr. Wen thought about it.

Wen Xingxing said: "I know Song Tianxing very well. I know what he farts when he sticks out his ass. So, when he was sneaky that night, I knew something was going on, so I followed behind quietly. I didn't expect to be seen by me." He jumped onto the wall of Duan Mosheng's house."

"What did he do there?" Mr Wen asked.

"I don't know, it's Longfengkou, I didn't dare to stay longer." Wen Xing said.

"You did very well."

Mr. Wen said: "Tomorrow morning you get up early to deliver steamed buns to Tian Ermiao."

"Yes, Mr. Wen, then I'm leaving."

"Let's go."

Mr. Wen took out the dry pipe and smoked it briskly.

He was thinking about Wen Xingxing's words.

Song Tianxing wandered around Wen Xingxing's house for a while, then walked away and walked towards the center of the town.

Wen Xingxing returned home, showed off in front of his sister, and was praised by Wen Ningyan, Wen Xingxing was indescribably happy.

Under the sacred tree, the blind man was playing the erhu as usual.

However, he was a little absent-minded.

"After counting the time, the color of my whole body is about to change. The next step is to extract the immortal energy. Mr. Wen, I have to thank you for your dedication to the town. You made Tian Ermiao feel dependent on your steamed buns. Tsk tsk, It's a great way."

The blind man seemed very happy, so he played a cheerful tune.

Song Tianxing was sitting not far away, looking at the lake water, his thoughts were running wild.

In a dry well.

The gray and black had spread to the shoulders.

Tian Ermiao still couldn't think of any way to do it.

The witch god was watching, and he felt very funny.

"Don't bother, just enjoy the rest of the time when your body is still alive."

The witch god said.

Tian Ermiao looked at him coldly.

The witch god floated aside.

"What do you know about the town?"

Tian Ermiao said: "How much do you know about Mr. Wen and the blind man?"

"I can answer this for you." The witch god said: "Mr. Wen is an extremely hypocritical and narrow-minded person. He once fell in love with a woman at the same time as the great elder of Liuhemen, and he couldn't get that woman." , so he killed that woman, so that he could never get anything else if he couldn’t get it.”

Hearing this, Tian Ermiao narrowed her eyes, "The Great Elder and Mr. Wen still have such a feud? Then why..."

Tian Ermiao became more suspicious.

"Where's the blind man?" Tian Ermiao asked.

"That's a scary character, very, very scary." Wu Shen said.

"Where is the horror?" Tian Ermiao asked again.

"What do you think, the guy who can pick out his own eyeballs, isn't it scary?"

Wu Shen said: "In this world, those who are cruel to themselves are truly cruel."

"He felt that his eyes prevented him from seeing the world clearly, so he pulled out his two eyeballs without hesitation, tsk tsk."

The witch god thought for a while, and said again: "However, I have to say that he is admirable."

"Admiration? Do you admire him?" Tian Ermiao looked at the witch god wonderingly.

The witch god nodded, "It's not just me who admires it, but people from the outside world also admire it."

"The blind man can give up everything for others. Think about it, which cultivator is not selfish? Although I am a witch god of the White God Sect, but for things that others can do but I cannot To give admiration."

(End of this chapter)