Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Mu Qingrong looked at huangfuchi's angry appearance, only thought it was funny, and said faintly: "in fact, it's nothing to think about. Although Zhao Mo said that he was the third son of the general's mansion, it sounds better, but after all, he had no real power. Through his contact with the general's mansion, no one would doubt, would he?"

Huangfuchi heard that, his face finally became more beautiful, and he said faintly, "this phoenix is really deep in mind, but I don't know what he is doing when he comes to Yong'an this time."

"Whatever it is for, as long as it can be our money bag, it's enough." Mu Qingrong smile, and then follow Huangfu late, toward the direction of the Phoenix away from them, together rushed past.

Although it is said to be a royal hunting, there are still dangers in the mountains and forests.

This is not, Feng Li and Ji Shumo play on the head, gradually out of the palace guard's protection, two people stare at the same sika deer, no one let who.

The Phoenix leaves the red dress to flutter, the evil spirit is good-looking, Zhang Gong takes an arrow, shot toward that sika deer in the past.

Ji Lyric Mo naturally is not to be outdone, with Phoenix together, toward the other side shot in the past, but unfortunately, the two arrows are empty.

"Little thing, quite cunning!"

Feng laughed lightly, then turned the horse's head and followed up.

Ji expresses Mo to see Feng to leave to play of happy, light smile a, followed to chase up together, two people you come I go to really is two wanton youth, bright and bright, good a beautiful male figure.

Unfortunately, someone couldn't stand such a harmonious scene. Suddenly, the sika deer disappeared. A dozen men in black came out of the forest, carrying arrows and crossbows on their backs, shooting at them.

"Fengqi, be careful!" Ji Shu Mo instinctively called.

Feng Li quickly rolled down from the horse and fell into the grass on the edge: "help

He is a well-known black sheep. Although he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he doesn't know martial arts. What he knows is only some tricks.

"Little mo, help me!"

Feng Li was lying on the ground, crying.

Ji expresses Mo to draw a sword to answer an enemy, the toe is a bit, carrying Feng to leave on the horse, fiercely stabbed that horse a knife: "you go first!"

The horse is in pain, whines and runs like crazy!

These people's goal is obviously not Ji Shumo. Seeing Feng Li leave, they all want to get rid of Ji Shumo and chase Feng Li.

But Ji Shumo's sword skill is excellent. For a moment, they can't get rid of it.

"Third brother, if you don't show up again, I will die!" Ji Shu Mo's eyes couldn't help but cry out.

When Zhao San heard this, he chuckled and appeared like a ghost. He solved all the people present.

When Huangfu arrived late, he saw Ji Shumo and Zhao San standing there, surrounded by dead people.

Dead man!

Huangfu recognized at a glance that Zhao San was one of the dead who Zhao Chumu kept.

This dead man has always been mysterious, but he was sent to protect Ji Shumo?

Mu Qingrong's eyes turned: "shiziye, now is the best time to get rid of this little wild breed. Kill him!"

"Are you crazy?" Huangfu frowned: "don't you see who is standing beside him?"

"Kill him, you are the hero who saved the prince, and you are afraid that Zhao Chumu will not succeed?" Mu Qingrong looked at Ji Lyric ink eyes, is very cold.

Huangfuchi frowned slightly, as if wondering whether to do it or not.

Ji didn't know that he had been thought about by others, so he patted Zhao San on the shoulder: "third brother, thanks to you today! Otherwise, it's really... "

Ji's words were interrupted by a sharp arrow.

"Young master!"

Zhao San was in a hurry and gave a big drink. He turned around and saw Huangfu Chi with deep eyes. Huangfu Chi quickly put away his bow and arrow, turned around and ran away.

Ji Shumo fell to the ground and looked at the arrow in front of his chest. His face was pale: "third... Third brother."

"Young master!" Zhao San is in a hurry. He comes here in a hurry and seals several big holes on Ji Lyric Mo's body to convey his internal power.

"Poof!"

Ji Shumo spits out a mouthful of black blood, and then faints.

The arrow is poisonous!

Zhao San screamed that he couldn't do well. He quickly put Ji Lyric Mo on his back, gently pointed his toes, jumped out and ran towards the general's house.

Little Lord can't have an accident. If Ji Shumo is dead, where can they hope?"Seventh master, help

Zhao San, with Ji Lyric ink on his back, called seven grandfathers when he entered the general's residence.

"What's the matter?" Seven grandfather looked at Ji Lyric ink lips purple, unconscious, heart a surprised, cry out.

Zhao San hurriedly put the man on the bed: "the arrow is poisonous."

Seven grandfathers don't care to ask more, quickly take out the antidote pill, put it into Ji's mouth, and then begin to deal with Ji's wound.

Fortunately, Huang Fu's hand trembled when he was late in archery, so he didn't hit the key point. He just lost too much blood and was poisoned, which was dangerous.

"You go and get the weed!"

Grandfather seven wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Although seventh grandfather's medical skills are superb, he is old after all. He really can't do some delicate work. Du Cao was carried by Zhao San and flew to the general's residence. It was very exciting all the way.

Until he saw Ji Shumo dying on the bed, Du Cao could understand Zhao San's eagerness.

Stride forward, give Ji Lyric Mo pulse: "seven grandfather, this is snake venom, fast, gold needle sealing point, don't let poison into the heart."

"I've given him the poison pill. It doesn't matter, but the arrow is still in it. I'm too old to do it. Come on!"

Seven grandfather's forehead, full of sweat, looking at Du Cao's eyes, with eagerness, but also with warning, Du Cao knew that seven grandfather this is Ji Lyric ink's life to his own hands, took a deep breath, and then tore open Ji Lyric ink's clothes.

This arrow pierced Ji's chest, and the wound was bleeding continuously. It can be seen that Ji is suffering at this time.

Du grass nose a sour, almost cry out a voice, but, but hard to wipe away the tears of the corner of the eye: "grandfather, I'll pull the arrow, you come to stop bleeding!"

"Good!"

Seven grandfather didn't say much, because he believed that Du Cao would do his best, because he knew that Ji Lyric ink's weight on Du Cao.

Du Cao took a deep breath, then took a knife, gently cut the skin around the arrow, and then gritted his teeth: "one! Two! Three

Three words just fell, she pulled out the arrow, the blood in an instant spray out, spray a face of Du grass, fishy and hot.

Seven grandfather almost the first time took the white cloth and pressed it on Ji's chest. Zhao San got the best hemostatic powder. The three men worked together and finally snatched Ji's life back.