Rebirth kicked the scumbag to farming

Chapter 247 Surrounding
Xue Guipang expanded the wound, the knife loosened a little bit, and finally fell down.Xie Ningfeng picked up the cold blade, weighed it, it wasn't heavy, it was no different from an ordinary dagger.

The dagger was clamped between the fingers, and the cold air lingered around the fingers.Xie Ningfeng handed the cold blade to Mianbao, which belonged to Yimin Village, and for Mianbao's sake of saving Wenrou, he handed it over to Mianbao for disposal.

"Thank you." The cotton bag sincerely thanked.Suddenly, his voice raised, "Zhuo Feng, what are you going to do?"

"The cold blade is in my hands, and I will be the next patriarch." A fanatical expression flowed on his immature face, like a moth to a flame, seeing the light, and moving forward recklessly.

"Zhuo Kun." Sangga looked at Zhuo Feng with incredible eyes, "Didn't you die of illness?"

"I'm not dead, how can Zhuo Lun take the position of patriarch with peace of mind." Zhuo Kun looked complacent, showing off how successful his scheme was and successfully deceived everyone, including his eldest brother.

Sangga was taken aback for a moment, she never thought that the gentle and gentlemanly Zhuo Kun would have a dark side.Where there is light, there is darkness, but some people hide too deeply.

Xie Ningfeng didn't care who the patriarch of Yimin Village was. He was too happy if someone could help him deal with Zhuo Lun.Xie Ningfeng was silent, Fox and Xiaomao didn't say much, Wen Chen's all thoughts were on Wen Tao.

The cave was quiet, and after digesting the fact, the surprised cotton bag sat next to Rourou and opened the wound. His blood is the best food for Xue Guipang.

After pulling out the snow ghost fat in Wenrou's body, Wenrou's injury became lighter, she took out a bottle of wound medicine, Xie Ningfeng picked some, and applied it on the wound.

"This medicine is very effective. After using the cotton cloth, I can wake up tomorrow." With a gentle gesture, Xie Ningfeng handed the medicine bottle to the cotton bag as a thank you for their family's life-saving grace.

Zhuo Kun wiped the cold blade, but kept looking at Xie Ningfeng.This man's martial arts are very strong, he has seen Zhuo Lun absorb his internal energy to make him even colder, it can be seen that this man is of great use, he has to find a way to win him over.

That woman is the key, but it's a pity that her injury has been healed, otherwise he used the identity of a savior to coerce him to help, what would Zhuo Lun be!

Zhuo Kun was not discouraged, he used to be patient, and only by being patient could he win what belonged to him, his father and the position of patriarch.

"Sir, do you want revenge?" Zhuo Kun lowered his voice and added a tone that was almost bewitching, "As long as you help me, Zhuo Lun can be handled by you."

"Is he an object in your eyes?" Xie Ningfeng said in a joking tone, but there was no emotion in his dark eyes.

"A person like him is worse than an object." Zhuo Kun snorted coldly, denying Zhuo Lun's value as a human being. "Killing him is a great merit."

"Your conditions are very attractive." Xie Ningfeng pinched his chin and smiled, "Unfortunately, I don't want to be a knife in someone's hand."

"Sir, how can it be a knife?" Zhuo Kun still didn't change his face when his intention was exposed, "Even if it is a knife, I will definitely keep it well and never give up the knife."

Xie Ningfeng shook his head, a person who can deal with a child can understand how vicious his heart is without investigation. "Forget it, we don't agree with each other."

"You will change your mind." Zhuo Kun smiled, glanced at the sleeping tenderness, "I'm waiting for you to come to me."

"If you dare to touch her, I will not let you go." Xie Ningfeng smiled and spat out threatening words, and Zhuo Lun's gaze fell on Zhuo Lun's eyes, as if a cold knife was hanging on Zhuo Kun's head.

It was late at night, and the others fell asleep, Xie Ningfeng stared closely at the tenderness in his arms, as if it was a precious and fragile treasure, which would be lost if he didn't pay attention.

"Gentle, what should I do with you, this time I blocked the knife, what about next time? You know how regretful and scared I was when your blood flowed out. I was afraid that this would be the last time." Xie Ningfeng said as he spoke. , Tears finally forced out of the eyes.

The sleeping Wenrou snorted uncomfortably, and Xie Ningfeng hurriedly raised his hand to stroke her back.

On the second day, the dim light cast obliquely on the water surface from the gap, and the water surface seemed to be oiled, shining brightly.

Rourou opened her heavy eyelids, broke free from the complicated nightmare, and saw the human face above her head, a warm current flowed slowly in her heart, diluting the fear brought about by the nightmare.

"Is there any discomfort?" With a gentle movement, Xie Ningfeng woke up immediately, "I'll call for a cotton bag."

"It's okay." Rou Rou held him, "It's just dizziness and I can't use my strength."

"If it hurts, just say it." Xie Ningfeng urged nervously, "If this injury is not healed, it will be very troublesome in the future."

After a while, everyone woke up, and the water in the pool was not edible, so the fox and Xiaomao went down to fetch water, and sent Zhuo Kun back by the way.

There is a chilling atmosphere in the village, and when you take a breath of air, you feel your lungs are frozen.There are also guards at the gate of the village, so it is difficult to get in.

Zhuo Kun grabbed the corner of Xiaomao's clothes and said in a low voice, "I know the secret road leads to the village."

The two looked at him suspiciously, doubting his intentions.Zhuo Kun knew they didn't believe it, "You saved me, I will repay my kindness, and I won't cheat you."

He went on to say, "I'm a child. If you squeeze me, I'll die like an ant. There's nothing to worry about."

The two decided to believe him once, Zhuo Kun took them back to the ruins of the bamboo house, pried open a board, it was a well hole, went down the stairs, and walked on the slippery path with the cat's body on its back.

After walking for a while, they came to an abandoned well. Zhuo Kun clapped his hands twice, and the crisp sound echoed in the well.

A thick hemp rope was thrown from above, and after the three of them went up, an old woman immediately hugged Zhuo Kun in her arms, and tearfully rebuked Zhuo Kun for not worrying.

The fox stroked the stubble on his chin, thinking to himself that the old lady didn't know that her grandson's heart had changed, and Zhuo Kun had hidden it from many people.

Letting go of her grandson, the old lady noticed the two people who were struggling, and wiped away her tears, "Who are you?"

"Grandma, they sent me back, you prepare some food for them." Zhuo Kun looked up and smiled coquettishly.

The two foxes felt a chill, Zhuo Kun really got into the drama!
Sending away Zhuo Feng's grandma, Zhuo Kun restrained his smile, sat on a chair, restrained from beating up the two people who were showing contempt, and said seriously, "You must think that I will use any means, but she is my mother, is it right to act like a baby with my mother?" Is it normal?"

He glanced at the two of them coldly, hooked his lips, and was very satisfied with the surprised expressions on their faces.

"This body is my son." Zhuo Kun showed nostalgia on his face, "The soul boy said he would die early, so I begged the soul boy to put my soul into Zhuo Feng's body."

The two foxes listened to Zhuo Kun's words with bated breath, and Zhuo Kun narrated everything.

The young master's life seems to be beautiful, but behind it is a repressed and unhappy soul. His mother only asks him to please his father and Zhuo Lun, and Zhuo Lun always mocks his humbleness.

(End of this chapter)