The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 145
"Pick up the person, whoever has a vacant house, take it back to whose house first, you can't stay here." Yun Cheng straightened up again, but accidentally brushed his face with the hair on the back.

Chilled to the bone.

That hair is no longer soft hair, because the snow is falling, the hair is wet, and under such a low temperature, Yun Cheng's hair has turned into hard icicles.

"I, I have a vacant room at my house, take it to my house first." A strong man raised his hand and said,

Everyone agreed, so Grandma Kuan and Xiao Kuan were carried home.

Zhang Feng and Yun Cheng walked behind, Zhang Feng patted the snow on Yun Cheng's body and the dirty things just now: "Yun Cheng, it's lucky to have you."

Yun Cheng didn't make a sound.

"Do you know? In your situation, if you were in another village, you would have been yelled at by the villagers to be burned to death."

"But in our village, there is no such situation. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Yun Cheng didn't understand either. She also thought about hiding her identity. After all, people in this world couldn't understand things like cultivating immortals.

"Because we think you are not a ghost, but a fairy!"

You can fight and kill ghosts, but for immortals, you only have dedication, awe, and faith.

Yun Cheng looked at the people walking in front, and everyone whispered in low voices, thinking that Yun Cheng couldn't hear them.

"Let me just say, Yun Cheng was really sent by the Bodhisattva to protect our village."

"Yuncheng is the mountain god."

"I have enshrined my home on the cloud."

"Yun Cheng's face looks so cold, she has no expression at all, sometimes I am a little scared."

"What are you afraid of? Those who smile kindly are duplicitous. Although Yun Cheng doesn't like to laugh, he is reliable and agile in everything he does. Only when you get along with this kind of person can you tell whether she is happy or not." I'm happy, I don't even bother to hide it."

"Yeah, that's what you said."

Everyone talked about it, but all they said were good things about Yuncheng.

Originally, the power of faith was as thick as a strand of hair, but now it was as thick as a baby's finger.

Yun Cheng didn't answer these words, she didn't know how to explain it, so she simply didn't say it.

After he was carried to the house, everyone packed up for Grandma Kuan, grandma and grandson, and then Yun Cheng came to the bedside.

She held gold needles of different lengths in her hand, and quickly inserted them into Xiao Kuan's upper body through the clothes.

The gold needle was like a shield, around the wound, Yun Cheng held the wooden handle very steadily.

Work hard!

pull!
Everyone closed their eyes and dared not look at it, for fear of seeing some intestines and internal organs protruding out together, but when they opened their eyes, they saw that there was not even the slightest trace of blood.

Yun Cheng looked at the wound on Xiao Kuan's stomach, there were a lot of sawdust inside.

There is no bleeding, but these wood chips still need to be dealt with.

Otherwise, it will cause inflammation in the future.

"Prepare to boil hot water." Everyone was moved when they heard the sound.

"Give me a clip." Yun Cheng said to the little black face.

The little black face didn't understand for a while: [clamp?Master, the trap is at home. 】

Yun Cheng: ...

The little black face looked at the master's face, and then at the wound being operated on. The little black face covered his face in an instant, and quickly gave Yun Cheng a pair of tweezers: [I'm sorry, master, I was wrong. 】

Hey, I miss the clip so much.

"It's okay, stop watching some messy things, and brighten your eyes."

The little black face took a deep breath, blushing from being suffocated.

Master, if you don't show mercy, you will lose your little black face.

(End of this chapter)