"Brother Damo, don't use your junk, use this!"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly shouted, leaning forward to hold the Moye sword that was beating more and more fiercely, and was obviously eager to take it out of its sheath.

Hold the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other.

"clang……"

After a dull sound, a ray of blue light flashed past.

Yang Ruoqing blinked, and in the flash of lightning, a strange shadow was cast on the wall over there.

It looked like a dragon with its teeth and claws, its mouth widened, and it swallowed something into its belly.

Then, the green light on Mo Xie's sword disappeared, and it lay quietly in Yang Ruoqing's hand, as if nothing had happened.

But the room suddenly became quiet again, and the lights on the table returned to normal.

"What happened? You didn't even have time to hand the sword into my hand, and you stopped?" Damo asked blankly.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the sword in her hand and nodded: "It should be done."

"Ah?" Damo was stunned again.

Xiaoqin finally dared to raise her head and look around.

It seems...there's really nothing left.

The indescribable feeling that had been weighing on my body for the past few days disappeared all of a sudden. My whole body felt relaxed. My eyes looked around and my ears listened to all directions, and I felt much more awake.

"Qing'er, he must have really left. I, I feel that he will never come again."

Xiaoqin said excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing had already put the sword back into its scabbard. After hearing this, she turned around and smiled at Xiaoqin and said, "It must be done if evil does not suppress good!"

Xiaoqin looked at Brother Damo again, "Brother Damo, thank you too. You have worked hard these past two nights..."

Damo scratched his head, grinned and said: "It's okay, as long as you're okay, you guys have a good rest, I'll guard the door."

"Brother Damo, you can go back to the house and rest." Xiaoqin said again.

It's September 20th today, and the last day of this month is the beginning of winter.

If Brother Damo squats outside the house all night, he won't catch the cold!

Just as Xiaoqin was about to speak out, Damo also spoke up: "Brother Damo, I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so I'll be fine."

Maybe that thing will come again, Damo is worried.

But Xiaoqin was even more worried and still tried to persuade her.

Yang Ruoqing stood aside and looked at the two people with a smile, secretly enjoying themselves.

A friend in need is a friend indeed, and this is how relationships are cultivated.

"Okay, Xiaoqin, please stop trying to persuade me."

Seeing that both of them were arguing, Yang Ruoqing interrupted them.

"Xiao Qin, let Brother Damo guard the door tonight. Anyway, it will be dawn in a few hours. When it gets dark, we will let Brother Damo go back."

Yang Ruoqing said, "Otherwise Brother Damo won't trust you!"

As she said that, she winked at Xiaoqin.

Xiaoqin's face suddenly turned red, she gave Yang Ruoqing an angry look, and quickly turned away, embarrassed to look at Damo again.

Damo was too embarrassed to look at Xiaoqin anymore, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward.

Damo scratched his head and said, "What, Qing'er, you stay with Xiaoqin, you two can sleep peacefully, and I'll keep watch for you."

He turned around and ran out of the house like a gust of wind.

As soon as she ran out of the house, Yang Ruoqing started teasing Xiaoqin.

"My daughter-in-law has been saved. Brother Damo is so happy now that he is running like a tiger," she said.

Xiaoqin frowned and spat at Yang Ruoqing: "You bad girl, make fun of me."

Yang Ruoqing pretended to be innocent and said, "I'm not making fun of you, I'm telling the truth."

"I didn't notice that you were asleep a few days ago. My brother Damo comes over every day to ask about your situation."

"That face is so worried, as if there are several dark clouds hanging over it. There is no smile at all."

"Besides, my child is over six years old, so why am I a girl? There is a girl as old as me! Hehe..."

Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and smiled.

Xiaoqin also smiled sheepishly again.

It turns out he was so interested in me a few days ago...

Xiaoqin thought to herself, lowered her head, and twisted the corners of the quilt with her fingers, feeling a sweet feeling that she had not seen for a long time.

"Qing'er..."

Just when Yang Ruoqing stretched out and was about to take off her clothes and sleep, Xiaoqin suddenly called her in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiaoqin rolled up the quilt inside the bed and stuffed it into Yang Ruoqing: "Help me send this quilt to him."

"Who is it?" Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately.

Xiaoqin was a little embarrassed, so Yang Ruoqing quickly realized something and said: "Oh, I know, I know, Brother Damo!"

"Oh, I'm talking about Xiaoqin. Brother Damo said that he has rough skin and thick flesh and is not afraid of the cold. You'd better keep this quilt and cover it yourself!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaoqin said angrily: "What did he say? It's almost the beginning of winter, and the rest of the night is as cold as water. He's not a man of steel!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, okay, I'll help you send it to him."

After walking a few steps, Xiaoqin called Yang Ruoqing to stop her again.

He wanted to speak but stopped.

"Auntie, you can say whatever you want. It's so late at night and I still want to sleep a little longer." Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaoqin bit her lower lip lightly and said, "Don't say I asked you to give it away..."

I go!

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

When I opened the door and walked into the yard outside, I saw a figure huddled in the corner over there.

The night wind blew occasionally, and Yang Ruoqing instinctively tightened her clothes. It was really cold.

She came to the figure and leaned down, and found that he was dozing off holding the butcher knife.

Yang Ruoqing's movements when she put the quilt on him woke him up.

"What's wrong with Qing'er? Is that thing here again?"

The moment Damo opened his eyes and saw Yang Ruoqing, his expression tightened instinctively, and he was about to stand up while holding the butcher's knife.

Yang Ruoqing held his shoulders and said, "Don't be nervous, everything is fine."

She pointed to the quilt again and said to him: "Xiaoqin is afraid that you will catch a cold and wants me to bring the quilt out. You can cover yourself with it. I'm going back to the house."

She yawned and turned back to the house.

Damo held the quilt in his arms and stroked the quilt inch by inch with his rough hands. There seemed to be a faint fragrance on the quilt.

The sleepiness disappeared without a trace, and Damo kept his eyes open until dawn.

Prescribe the right medicine, and the medicine will cure the disease.

Xiaoqin was not ill in the first place, but was troubled by evil spirits.

Now that the evil spirits have been driven away, Xiaoqin's mental and physical condition has naturally returned to normal day by day.

After Xiaoqin recovered, Yang Ruoqing planned to strike while the iron was hot to take care of the matter between her and Damo.

One is an orphan and a widowed mother with a vicious and calculating mother-in-law, and the other is an older male bachelor. Neither of them can hold him back.

Yang Ruoqing told Yang Huazhong, Sun and Dayun about this plan, and they immediately agreed.
Chapter completed!