Zhao Qingtian was grabbed by three middle-aged men, and it began to rush and rush on the shoulders and heads of the three middle-aged men, like fish on the shore, and it was thrust and thrust.

However, despite how Zhao Qingtian was tumbling and moving, he was tightly squeezed on his shoulders by the three middle-aged men.

"Let me go to my hero Zhao Qingtian, you three villains behind the scenes, have the ability to let go of me, Zhao Qingtian, and we will compete head-on. Can I see if I, Zhao Qingtian, can you restrain me?"

Zhao Qingtian screamed with blue veins rising from his neck, and his face turned red.

"Oh my God, be honest. Your father and Uncle Wu are discussing big things with the villagers. You are a kid, and you only care about playing with your mud. Why are you still involved in such a thing?"

A middle-aged man carrying Zhao Qingtian's legs said with a smile.

"You can't say it, this kid is more courageous than his father!"

The middle-aged man carrying Zhao Qingtian to pull his body halfway through the left and said with a smile.

Zhao Daliu watched the three middle-aged men carrying Zhao Qingtian slowly left the big locust tree and walking into the dark night, and his sorrowful thoughts fell into peace. He hurriedly ordered Zhao Qingtian, who was stunned by his side, to say:

"Fengying, you have to take our Tianer into prison. Every time the falcon is shot to death, everyone comes to discuss things under the big tree, so we will run here to get involved. If this is time, everyone will gossip. If we put a stupid seal on it, when we become old, which daughter of the family is willing to go with us. Go quickly and you must watch it carefully."

After Zhao Daliu finished speaking, he handed Zhao Qingtian’s mother Feng Ying a torch.

Then Feng Ying, who had listened to Zhao Daliu's instructions, nodded, quickly held the torch, and then quickly chased after the three middle-aged men who were carrying Zhao Qingtian for a long distance.

Afterwards, the meeting on who was going to take the lead continued.

The three middle-aged men carried Zhao Qingtian to the north of the Youming Village, and stopped in front of the courtyard of three wooden houses near a bamboo forest.

These three wooden houses are the most exquisitely built houses in the famous village. The windows are windows and the doors are doors.

It is much better than the crooked stone houses of the villagers who settled in the south of the village.

Zhao Qingtian, who was a few steps late, walked quickly to the wooden house courtyard with a smile on his face, then inserted the torch in his hand into a thick pillar standing on the ground, and quickly pushed open the fence door.

"Hey, his uncles enter the yard. It's really a problem for him. He has to make you go there for so long..."

Zhao Qingtian's mother followed the three middle-aged men and led the way, constantly saying polite words.

The three middle-aged men only shook their heads and laughed happily, and kept jumping out the five words "No sister-in-law" from their mouths.

Zhao Qingtian's mother creaked and pushed open the door of the main house.

Then he quickly pressed against the door and turned his body to the side to shout the three middle-aged men who shouted in a hoarse voice, exhausted, and weak Zhao Qingtian, then put it on the wooden bed in Xili's room.

"God uncles, let's leave after drinking the water!"

Zhao Qingtian's mother held a kettle in her hand and said politely to the three middle-aged men who had just put Zhao Qingtian down, and then pushed each other and walked out of the house.

"No, no, sister-in-law, aren't you still in a hurry to discuss that bad thing? We have to go back soon. Yehei has a wolf, so sister-in-law will quickly insert the door and rest!"

One of the middle-aged men responded politely, and then the three of them walked out of the house together.

"Okay, then his uncles should be slow. By the way, lift the torch beside the courtyard gate. Youliang can walk." Zhao Qingtian said, standing at the door of the house.

"Okay, sister-in-law, then you can go in. We just need to bring the door to you."

One of the middle-aged men responded and walked out of the yard with the other two, then brought the fence door, raised the torch, and the three of them quickly poked back to the future.

Zhao Qingtian, who was standing at the door of the house, saw the flames walking away, then let out a long breath, then turned around and entered the house, put the kettle in his hand aside, and then closed the door with a clatter.

Zhao Qingtian's mother tilted her head and glanced at her. She fell on the wooden bed and had a limp limb. Zhao Qingtian, who looked wooden, breathed comfortably and said with a slight joy:

"You kid, you are just doing these hard things. You stopped you at home and didn't let you go. You just didn't listen. You had to go around such a round of mountain roads to calm down. But really, why did I give birth to such a disobedient child? You're just messing around. Okay, just stay in the house honestly..."

Zhao Qingtian's mother muttered one by one, while using a small wooden stick to carry the wick that was jumping violently with a fierce halo, until the wick appeared again from the oil pot, causing the room to shine brightly again.

Zhao Qingtian stared at the head of the wooden bed with a dull look, and a wooden sword that he had cut with a kitchen knife. Then he sighed and said in a low voice:

"Can my hero Zhao Qingtian have to live alone in this small house that oppresses me, and there is no day to stand out?"

"My little white dragon is only loyal to my master Sun Wukong in this life. What's the other one is not human snake head, snake tail, rat, mouse shit, it has nothing to do with me little white dragon." Little white dragon pouted and said righteously.

"I don't care whether you are stubborn or not. I put in the oil pan and fry it and let you pretend to be great with me." Rat King Rat said calmly: "Come on rat, throw the weasel into the oil pan and fry it!"

The Rat King Rat squeaked, and the rest of the little mice that listened to its commands popped up and then lined up in an orderly line, grinning towards the little white dragon.

The little white dragon didn't care at all when he saw it. His little head looked up arrogantly, with a heroic spirit.

"Come on, I, Little White Dragon, will never be afraid, hum!"

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While Zhao Qingtian was muttering to himself, in the straw buns not far from the courtyard corresponding to his room, the pair of eyes that had just been hiding in the dark in the middle of the village appeared here again.

The gaze radiated from the eyes, in this dizzy night, looked at him through the wooden window of Zhao Qingtian's room, as if looking for some opportunity.

The dark waning moon crawled out of the dark clouds.

The scattered moonlight fell lazily and weakly around the three small wooden houses.

The green mist in the mountains then emerged faintly, covering it and attached to it.

It seems that every place in this famous village is filled with sadness and sorrow, and a sensation that is indescribable.

At night, all the famous villages are silent.

The fence door of Zhao Qingtian's yard was pushed open by Zhao Daliu's big hand. He heard a very low creak, then closed it softly, and then tiptoed towards the house.

Zhao Da looked at the house at Liuyi and saw a few beams of light coming out of the gap in the door, lying steadily on the ground of the courtyard wet with dew.

He walked to the door of the house with his hands, held up the shovel that was knocked down by a wild cat with his hands, then threw the torch in his hand to the ground, then gently stepped on the flames with his feet, and then picked up the extinguished torch and placed it under the eaves for the next time.

Zhao Qingtian's mother Feng Ying was sitting on the bamboo rattan chair by the table, carefully sewing clothes that were caused by Zhao Qingtian's random martial arts practice.
Chapter completed!