Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 301

Li Jinyang turned around suddenly, and asked Zhang Daluo who was frozen in place, "Why? You don't move a stool out for me to sit on. Is this your way of hospitality?"

Also move stools...to entertain guests...

If possible, he would also like to kick Li Jinyang out of the house directly!
Forced by Li Jinyang's inscrutable expression and the ax pinned to his waist, Zhang Daluo smiled and went into the house to move a stool.

"Who? What are you doing at our house so early?"

Chen's dissatisfied voice came from inside the room.

Then, Zhang Daluo's low voice sounded.

After rustling in the room for a while, the couple put on their clothes and came out.

Zhang Daluo was still holding a stool in his hand.

After carefully placing the stool beside Li Jinyang, Mrs. Chen hurriedly laughed along, "Nephew Jinyang, what are you doing at my house so early?"

"Have you had breakfast? If you haven't eaten breakfast, my aunt will make it for you."

After speaking, Chen wanted to hide in the kitchen.

After all, it would not be an exaggeration to describe the expression on Li Jinyang's face as wanting to eat people.

Where has Mrs. Chen seen such a posture before? She couldn't bear Li Jinyang's cold gaze at that moment, and just wanted to find a place to hide in quickly.

"Need not."

Li Jinyang sat down on the stool, looked at the two people who were at a loss in front of him, took out the ax from his waist, pointed the handle of the ax at the pile of blue bricks outside the kitchen, and asked with a half-smile, "It seems that I am not here After a while, the Zhang family has made a fortune."

"Such a large pile of blue bricks is worth a lot of money, right?"

"Why, do you want to repair the house?"

The successive problems put Zhang Daluo and his wife in an embarrassing situation.

But Zhang Daluo persevered, telling himself in his heart not to be afraid of the brat in front of him, and firmly not to admit the origin of this blue brick.

So, Zhang Daluo smiled brazenly, "Hurry up, hurry up."

As soon as these words came out, Li Jinyang raised his eyebrows.

Sneered twice, "It's coming soon? What's coming soon?"

"Is the house about to be repaired? Or is it about to make a fortune? Or... Your poor life is about to end?"

After saying the last sentence, the smile on Li Jinyang's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a cold chill, and his cold eyes shot fiercely at Zhang Daluo's body like two cold arrows.

It made him feel a chill all over his body.

"You, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Daluo still persevered, refusing to beg for mercy and admit his mistake.

It seems that today he will not cry when he sees the coffin!
Li Jinyang stood up abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhang Daluo and Chen Shi, and the ax was placed on Zhang Daluo's neck as if he could not steal the bell.

The movement is fast, everything is just in the blink of an eye.

Standing aside, Chen's legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

Zhang Daluo was sweating profusely as he looked at the ax hanging around his neck, and then at Li Jinyang's cold expression...

He opened his mouth and asked with difficulty, "Jinyang, what are you doing this early in the morning? Don't you really dare to kill your Uncle Zhang?"

"Killing is punishing with life!"

Is this threatening him, or is it expected that he will not dare to do it?

Li Jinyang smiled slightly, and the ax pressing on his neck had already cut the flesh.

Although the ax was blunt, Li Jinyang used all his strength, and with a light stroke, a red line appeared on Zhang Daluo's neck.

A trace of blood soaked out.

(End of this chapter)