Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1601 Who to Serve

Tian Ermiao frowned, the witch god seemed to have a high opinion of the blind man, and looked very disgusted with Mr. Wen.

This is completely different from what Tian Ermiao thought.

What is it like?
After thinking for a while, Tian Ermiao shook her head and said to herself, "It was the blind man who pushed me in. It was the enemy I wanted to face, Mr. Wen..."

Tian Ermiao took out the steamed bun and looked at it, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"The steamed buns can transform his body, but the steamed buns actually made him feel dependent. Is this Mr. Wen's intention or something else?"

No matter what, whether it is the blind man or Mr. Wen, Tian Ermiao will always remember it firmly in his heart.

Next, he began to practice the palm technique again.

The Xianfanzhang only relies on its physical body, so it really doesn't have any sense of power.

The witch god sneered at the side: "If you do this, it will only make the color of the body change faster. Didn't you realize it yourself?"

Tian Ermiao had already noticed that when the body was moving, the gray-black color spread twice as fast as usual.

However, Tian Ermiao still insisted on fighting, because he always felt that if he wanted to get out of the dry well, the Xianfanzhang was the key!

"Young man looking for death."

The witch god muttered.

In the blink of an eye, Tian Ermiao had already been in the dry well for ten days.

During these ten days, Wen Xingxing came to deliver steamed buns every morning.

There were twenty steamed buns in total, Tian Ermiao ate ten and kept ten.

Tian Ermiao's body protruded from a head, and the rest of the body turned gray and black.

However, he still insisted on hitting the cactus.

"You're going to be like me in no time, just calm down."

Witch God.

Tian Ermiao glanced at him, Tian Ermiao didn't stop the movement of the palm, he said while practicing the palm technique: "Don't you really want to see that I only have the divine sense left?"

"You have stayed here for a long time, and your divine sense can exert some power, but my divine sense has not adapted yet, leaving only the divine sense, it is like a newborn baby, at your disposal."

"Do you think so?" Tian Ermiao looked over.

The witch god calmed down for a moment before saying, "Since you know, why are you still speeding up to be occupied by gray and black?"

"I said I found a way out, do you believe it?" Tian Ermiao said.

The witch god was startled, and then said: "Impossible!"

"That's impossible."

Tian Ermiao continued to practice palm techniques.

No. 11 days, Wen Xingxing went up the stone bridge as usual, after delivering the steamed buns, he went down the stone bridge, Song Tianxing stood on the bridge and stared at Wen Xingxing.

"Turtle son, you really want to die!" Wen Xing said.

"Who took the steamed bun?" Song Tianxing didn't scold Wen Xingxing, he asked seriously.

"If you ask such a question again, I will tell Duan Mosheng." Wen Xingxing warned.

"You go." Song Tianxing said.

"Then I really went?" Wen Xing said.

"Duan Mosheng is on the pier, you go and tell him."

Song Tianxing didn't care.

"Well, you see."

Wen Xingxing strode towards the pier.

Duan Mosheng squatted by the river, watching Gong Xiong pull the iron chain with interest.

"Gong Xiong, your pulling speed is not good now, is your body weak?"

Duan Mosheng asked.

Gong Xiong was furious, "My body is getting stronger every day, don't talk nonsense!"

"But why did it take twice as long to pull out the same distance as before?" Duan Mosheng talked about the key point.

"That's because someone dragged the other end." Gong Xiong replied.

"another side?"

Duan Mosheng said, "Who is it?"

"How could I know." Gong Xiong replied.

"Then why do you know someone is pulling you?" Duan Mosheng asked.

"Because of my feeling." Gong Xiong tugged at the chain, "My feeling has always been accurate."

"Tch." Duan Mosheng didn't agree with Gong Xiong's feeling.

"Duan Mosheng, Song Tianxing climbed the wall of your house."

At this time, Wen Xingxing's voice came.

"What did you say?" Duan Mosheng frowned.

"Wen Xingxing said that Song Tianxing climbed the wall of your house, haha." Gong Xiong looked very happy.

Duan Mosheng stood up. When he saw Wen Xingxing and Song Tianxing, he asked Song Tianxing, "Did you really crawl?"

"Climbed, you can go back and tell your grandfather now." Song Tianxing said.

Song Tianxing's words made all three of them stunned.

Why does Song Tianxing look like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water?
"Song Tianxing, are you okay?" Wen Xingxing asked.

"If you do it, you do it. What's wrong with admitting it?"

Song Tianxing said to Duan Mosheng: "Go and tell your grandfather, let him punish me."

"Song Tianxing, you have to know that you will be dropped on the sacred tree." Duan Mosheng said.

"Hey."

Song Tianxing sighed, "I can't help it, I covet Duan Yisang's beauty, so I went to peek at him."

Hearing this, Duan Mosheng was furious, "What did you say!"

"Look at it." Song Tianxing chuckled, "I just missed seeing it by a little bit."

"you wanna die!"

Duan Mosheng rushed towards Song Tianxing.

Song Tianxing dodged and ran away.

"I'll wait under the sacred tree. If you have the guts, tell your grandpa."

When Song Tianxing's voice came over, Duan Mo trembled with anger.

"Go and tell your grandfather, Song Tianxing is not a good guy."

Wen Xingxing said: "In the past, he often squatted on the wall of my house, and I was on guard against him every day. If you don't teach him a lesson, you will suffer."

"Big stupid bear, don't pull it, pull it every day, is it annoying?"

Before leaving, Wen Xingxing left such a sentence.

Gong Xiong actually let go of the iron chain, he stretched himself, "That's it for today."

Duan Mosheng was left alone, he frowned, thought for a while, and then ran towards the town.

"Mr. Wen, today, I told Duan Mosheng about Song Tianxing climbing the wall of Duan Mosheng's house."

"What's Duan Mosheng's reaction?"

"Now Duan Chengmo should know about it."

"Go."

"Well, sir, I'll go and have a look under the sacred tree. It must be fun for Song Tianxing to be hanging."

Mr. Wen walked back and forth in the backyard, muttering, "Who does Song Tianxing serve?"

Under the sacred tree, Song Tianxing listened to the blind man playing the erhu with interest.

Duan Chengmo and Duan Mosheng walked towards this side.

Everyone here saw Duan Chengmo's anger, so the crowd dispersed.

"Song Tianxing!"

Duan Chengmo shouted.

The tone of the erhu immediately stopped, and the blind man said: "What is Patriarch Duan trying to do?"

"Don't care about your business!"

Duan Chengmo looked at Song Tianxing coldly, "Are you tired of living?"

"Is it wrong to love someone?"

Song Tianxing said: "I like Duan Yisang, is there something wrong?"

When the onlookers heard it, they started talking one by one.

Duan Mosheng hurriedly said: "Grandpa, don't let him talk nonsense, hang him up!"

Duan Chengmo frowned, "If you want to seek death, I will help you!"

"Hang it up, hang it up, hang it up, you can't let go of the fact that I like Ethan Duan."

Song Tianxing is like a love saint.

(End of this chapter)