MTL - A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating-Chapter 337 The slap comes quickly

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  Chapter 337 The slap in the face came quickly

  The muddy water on Xu Shulou's clothes was washed clean.

  The rain slid across the wound, the powder was washed down, and fell to the ground together with blood.

  The sudden pain is no less than cutting the flesh off the wound.

  He was not alone in the pain.

   Ying Que is not much better than him.

  Blooming rainflowers on the ground, everyone lowered their eyebrows and eyes. Behind them was the ruined ruined temple, exuding a decaying atmosphere. They were like a group of homeless quails.

   It is impossible to take shelter from the rain.

   "Let's go, let's go to stay overnight. When I came, I saw a village nearby." Lu Jingzhi is a man of action.

   Faint refusals go unnoticed, mouths open to rain.

  Xu Shulou has not been so desperate for a long time.

   With the last of his breath he called out, "Have you notified..." his guards?

   "I said, I ran to the east, but I haven't seen him yet, so I guess I ran away." Lu Jingzhi interrupted him, "How should I say it, in all respects, it should be changed."

  Although he was weak all over, and the wound even lost the pain feeling because of the cold, Xu Shulou still made the last effort.

reject.

  He has to say no.

  He can walk by himself!

   I don’t know if God heard his pleading, but the leaning around him finally stopped.

  Before he was excited, he was hugged.

  Lu Jingzhi, "I understand, you don't want to be carried."

No.

You do not understand.

  Close your eyes to stop the wind and rain.

  It can also hide the despair in the eyes.

  In the wind and rain, Lu Jingzhi's sense of direction will not be a problem.

   Soon pass a village.

  Knocked on the door of the nearest person, but no one answered.

   "Change one." Ying Que, who came up to him, said.

  Maybe she lost too much blood and was out of breath. During the run, she tore off the cloth on her face, and the exposed half of her face was very tender, and she looked like an inexperienced person.

  Lu Jingzhi is already very fast with light work.

   But the two were able to keep up.

  It doesn't make any sense whether to change or not.

  On such a stormy night, people who live in this kind of thatched cottage generally cannot sleep.

  Always frightened, as long as there is a problem with the house, the family can immediately get up and run out with valuables.

   Besides, there was a burst of hail just now.

  Lu Jingzhi can only lament that he did not encounter hail that year.

  If the house leaks, it will rain all night, but if the house leaks, the wind and hail will be the end of the day.

  She jumped over the wall with ease, the ground under her feet was soft, if she hadn't learned how to step on the snow without a trace, half of her feet would sink in.

I didn't have the time to look at this small courtyard, and led people straight to the main room, and there was a hasty knock on the door accompanied by her voice, "Sorry for the trouble, let's borrow a night - I will pay, how about a tael of silver?" Sample?"

   As the saying goes.

   Money can turn ghosts around.

  Xu Shulou's internal strength was sluggish, and he seemed to have returned to the time when there was still a burning heart in his body.

   No, worse than that.

  He can feel the heat.

  Extremely low temperature.

  Drenched skin, the icy wind cut across the body like a knife.

   A tael of silver?

  What to use.

   No wonder they can open the door.

   Squeak.

   The face slap came quickly.

  The candle was dimly lit, and one head poked out, nervously, seeing four people outside, passing through the gate without a sound, and shivering involuntarily.

  Seeing Lu Jingzhi's black hair wet and sticky to the side of his snow-white face at first glance, the man trembled like a sieve.

   Take a closer look.

  Under the area covered by candlelight, the face of the person in front of him is exquisite.

  It is very different from the imagined ghost.

  (end of this chapter)