The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

The master is not vicious. Although he bought him to be a martyr, he never asked him to do anything dirty.

Eating at the same table with the master is very similar to eating in the stockade.

The little girl with soft powder is very cute and easy to coax. She sleeps when she is full. When she is awake, she likes to hold his hand and chew it. Brother boundless asks him whether his hands are clean every time he sees it.

The people in the mansion are very kind to him. Sister perilla will give him snacks, and sister Angelica will mend his clothes. The doctor has no shelf. He is sore all over when practicing martial arts. Just press him twice.

The notorious poisonous scholar looks like a fool in front of the master. He talks about eating and playing every day. There is no free and easy elegance of Rangers.

Rangers from all over the world are actually ordinary people, laughing and scolding, at least in front of the master.

He is the dead man of the Lord, not because the Lord bought him, he is voluntary. If he can keep the Lord safe, he can die willingly.

"Uncle Monda, the master is not vicious, and I have not been deceived by the master. I am willing to follow the master."

Calmly interrupted Mengda's howling and scolding. As soon as the ghost cleaned up his complex mood towards the stockade in the past, he carefully wiped his tearful face, sorted out his messy clothes, helped him steady, and then fed him a cup of tea.

"Uncle Monda, your life was saved by the master and Taoist priest sun. The wound on your chest was sewn by the master. For the sake of saving your life, please don't speak ill of the master in front of me."

Munda looked at the ghost coldly and remained silent.

"When you're well, I'll plead with the master and let you go. But don't go back to the Wu stockade. They robbed the grain of our stockade and came to our mountain to cut firewood and hunt. Don't you forget?"

Staring at Mengda's eyes seriously, ghost one said seriously, "don't go back to the Wu family stockade. They are not good people. If you move the merchant team of the Feng family and the master again, the master will never give up."

"You don't know that the master's husband is da Qian's Kirin general Guli. If general Gu takes it seriously, he will not be an opponent, either the bandits who destroyed our stronghold or the Wu family stronghold who doesn't know the heaven and earth."

"I really don't want you and I to go on the opposite road after narrowly escaping death..."

Take a deep breath. The ghost bowed his head and withdrew from the room. He took a deep look at Munda and closed the door slowly.

Monda, who was lying on the bed, was in a complex mood, and his sad face gradually became ferocious.

"Kunwazi, uncle won't leave you alone. All the people in the stockade are dead. If uncle doesn't bring you back to the right way, he will die and have no face to see the old patriarch!"

It was still hot a few days ago, but a intermittent winter rain seemed to make the village successful in winter overnight.

The light autumn clothes are replaced by fluffy and thick winter clothes. The fur in the southwest is not as thick as that in the north, but the weather here is not as cold as that in the north. Therefore, Jiang qianxia is wrapped in the cloak of snow leopard, comfortable and uneasy.

"This is a national first-class protected animal. I hunt and kill it at will. How can I feel so guilty..."

Although at this time, both snow leopards and tigers are flooded, and there are often things that hurt people and eat people. Killing them is meritorious, Jiang qianxia still can't help talking nervously. For a while, he can't accept the impact of different environments and times.

It's not annoying to listen to her without expression. Anyway, the master often says some strange words. It's just when he doesn't hear them.

Holding the evenly stirred wound medicine, he said faintly: "master, the wound on Monda's chest has scabbed and grows well. As long as he doesn't seek his own death, it should be no big problem."

"Listen to your tone, it seems that he wants to die..."

He shook his head speechless. He felt that the raindrops floating in the sky seemed to turn into ice dregs. Jiang qianxia hugged Mrs. Tang in his arms and breathed a white breath.

"Forget it. Don't compete with fools. Anyway, when he's well hurt, let the ghost take him away. He's out of sight and out of mind. Now it's a good thing."

Looking up at boundless with a playful smile, Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "your master is notorious. It's good to do something good and feel at ease."

Yes, the master was "driven" out of Kyoto before he fled to the vast mountains

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Boundless lowered his eyes and walked in front of her to prevent her from seeing the gloom on his face.

The master can ride out the snow disaster in the north. How can the imperial city of Kyoto be worse than this wilderness.

Carrying the ointment into the house, Jiang qianxia sighed: "although you are stupid and like a stone, your bones are really strong."

"It hasn't been two days since the suture was removed, and the scab on the wound is about to fall off. Finally, I'll change the medicine for you. Two days later, as long as you don't tear the wound with cheap hands, I promise you can't leave much scars!"

Of course, Monda knows his physical condition. Although he is a little grateful for her and the old doctor's treatment, he can't have any favor for her at the thought of Miao Kun who was deceived.

Nodding coldly, seeing that she was leaving, Monda asked dryly, "do you really want to let me go?"

"Why else keep you and waste food?"

Turning his eyes, Jiang qianxia said angrily, "our children knelt down in front of me for the first time for people like you. What can I do except wish you would disappear and get out of the way?"

"I'll go back to Wu's stockade. Next time I see your caravan, I won't be merciful."

Turning around calmly, Jiang qianxia raised his eyebrows contemptuously. He looked mean and confident, which made people unconvinced.

"Don't be merciful, or I'll catch all the people in Wu's stockade as coolies, and I won't be able to wipe my face!"

His face stared at her leaving back, and Monda strengthened his heart.

Two days later, the ghost, carrying a heavy package, and Monda quietly left the village in the early morning.

He climbed up the mountainside and the ghost took off the package and stuffed it into Monda's arms.

"Uncle Monda, there are two days of dry food, a thick suit of clothes, a hunting knife and some silver money in the package. With your ability, you can leave here and make a living in other strongholds."

Without going to get the package, Monda whispered in a pleading tone: "Miao kunzi, you are a baby in the mountains. Follow your uncle and don't go back to the woman to practice yourself, will you?"

Sighing and shaking his head, the ghost put the package on the ground and said firmly, "I'm voluntary. It's good to follow the master and work for her."

After that, he turned and left. Listening to the strong wind from the back of his head, the ghost felt a terrible pain, but his legs were flexible like a scorpion tail. He kicked Monda's hand holding a stone to the back of his head and kicked it aside.

"Uncle Monda, it's useless, you..."

"How is he?"

The ghost looked at the more than ten people who suddenly got up from the grass, turned and roared at Mengda: "you have already contacted the Wu stockade to ambush me!"

"Uncle can't watch you become a running dog of the Han people!"

His face was ferocious. Mengda and the good men in ambush in the Wu stockade surrounded and rushed up, pressing the unprepared ghost on the ground.

During the resistance, the ghost touched the grenade in his arms

"Baby, let's go with uncle. Uncle is really the only family member left..."

The cry stirred the softest string in the ghost's heart. The instant hesitation brought the sharp pain in the back of the head and the darkness in front of him.