Chapter 157: Scholars

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Chapter 157, the master of the book
Wei Weiwei just shook his head and sighed. "The dead man who died soon is still so arrogant."
Li Wei’s face sank, and she walked to the front of Wei Wei’s tail to reveal the fierce face of her face.
Small monk, now that you are dead, you dare to speak out.

"Since you know that I am Wang Hao, I still have to do something about disobedience. Isn't it dead or something?" Wei Weiwei smiled at Li Wei, and there was no panic in his eyes.
"Oh, even if I know, you know, what do you guys know about it? If you enter the Wushan Village, no one will believe what you said." Li Yinyin smiled.
"Can the girl be better?" I saw a scholar dressed up and slowly opened the curtain.
Although Li Wei’s eyes are somewhat disdainful, they can still be blessed with the book.
Behind the scholars were Aqing and Jubilee. They saw Wei Weiwei lying on the bed with a happy and distressed expression on his face.
Wei Weiwei looked at the scholar and looked at the scholar. He was a handsome man, and he went to Tsing Yi and went to the front of the hand. "The owner of the village ordered me to visit the girl's injury."
Wei Weiwei ignored him and directly held the hands of A Qing and Jubilee. "How are you?"
"The people here are not embarrassing us, they are delicious and good to drink, but the food is too unpalatable." A Qing wrinkled his nose.
"You, you, it’s good to be able to take back a life. Master, we really have to thank the people here. Maybe we will be taken away by the wild wolf. We have heard that the owner will be married in a few days. Thinking that my female worker is still good, I will help the owner of the house to make a wedding dress late at night." Yin Hao gratefully glanced at the scholar.
I am afraid they still don't know that these people are the culprit of their suffering.
"Aqing, Jubilee, let's go first, I have something to talk to this gentleman." Wei Weiwei said indifferently.
After the two men retired, Tsing Yi was sitting on a wooden chair beside the bed at the Weiweiwei.
"You are the lobbyist of the owner of the village?" Wei Weiwei looked at the scholars, and how the people who are so delicate will fall into the grass. Sure enough, people can't be seen.
The scholar smiled.. "Not bad."
"I can promise to marry your owner. Just before I marry, I want you to send my two nieces down the mountain." If she escaped alone, she would be uncertain, but with two people, she is not sure, so why not Send the two people down the mountain.
After a moment of silence, the scholar nodded.
At the time of leaving, the silver-eyed tears hold the hand of Wei Weiwei.. "The master, why not go down with us."
"Stupid girl, the injury on my body is still not good, can't stand this kind of bump." Wei Weiwei said with a smile.
"That let the slaves stay to take care of the master." Silver said stubbornly.
A Qing is awkward. She knows that Wei Weiwei is doing this. On the one hand, she does not want to let the two become her burden, on the other hand, she is going to ventilate the letter.
"My good sister, the master is good enough to go back and find us." A Qing took the silver plaque and left with everyone.
The people in the stockade have taken care of her. The wound on the Weiwei tail has healed, but the arm seems to be scratched by sharp rocks, leaving a long scar, the newly grown pink meat and white The arm formed a sharp contrast and looked a bit shocking.
But at the moment she didn't want to get rid of this scorpion, and the Weiwei tail stroked this scar, and the thought drifted away with the white clouds of the sky.
"Wushan's mountain wind is fierce, the girl's body has not fully recovered, how can the girl come out alone?" The scholar stood in her white body with a smile on her side.
He stood tall and stared at the warm sun. The golden eyes fell on his cheeks through the shadows of the trees, and he couldn't see his expression at the moment.
"I don't know why you are not close to women, why not?"
"Women and gentlemen are good, who makes the girl's national color scent?" The scholar's delicate lips slightly smacked, and he smiled and looked at Wei Weiwei.
"Gentleman? The rogue bandit is also called a gentleman?" Wei Weiwei smiled disdainfully.
The scholar's eyelids trembled slightly, and the thin lips showed a cold arc.
The talking weiwei tail has already lowered a sharp blade on the chest of the scholar. "This knife was taken from the kitchen. I don't know how many cattle and sheep the cook used to slaughter with this knife."
There was no panic on the face of the scholar, and the brilliance of the blade like water reflected his handsome face.
"Is the girl planning to enmity?"
Wei Weiwei's eyes are cold and cold. She counts others and has been counted by others. She has never killed anyone. If she has ulterior motives, she will not hesitate to kill him.
"The girl's heart is really embarrassing." When he said this, he was still laughing, but he was a little cold.
The sharp edge of the defending tail hand suddenly slammed the force, the sharp blade penetrated the shallow skin of the clothes and pierced the skin, and a trace of blood red stained the white clothes, just like the red maple in the autumn.
"If I didn't guess wrong, you are the owner of Wushan Village. What I didn't think of is that the body of the hooligans was burly and disgusting. I didn't expect the owner to be a handsome white scholar." When he easily allowed Yin and Aqing to go down the mountain, she already doubted it, and the people who saw the stockade were more respectful to him.
After all, for these hooligans, it is inevitable that the family will be robbed by force, and these people willingly salute a scholar, which necessarily indicates the difference in the identity of the scholar.
"The girl seems to have misunderstood the hooligans. The three sects are not the squatters. Those who fight homes are not necessarily the wicked people. What they lack is just an opportunity." The scholar's thin lips are one by one, the low voice and The rustling leaves are all in one.
The scholars reached out and quickly grasped the fingers of Wei Weiwei, and suddenly took her to the arms, and the two men rolled between the thick leaves.
The scholar smiled and pressed Wei Weiwei's death, and the eyes of Mo Yu were full of Xinghui. "The girl's temper is right."
"What is the hero of the world, you are just a disciple who is disguised as a modest son." Wei Weiwei said coldly.
"The peony flower is dead and ghosts." The scholar sighed and sighed at the earlobe of Wei Weiwei. Fortunately, he did not move further, but he got up quickly and finished his clothes.
After Wei Weiwei got up and resented, he glanced at the scholar. She suddenly raised the blade and stabbed it toward the scholar. The scholar couldn’t take it back and took a step back, but the big half of the sleeve had been cut off by the Weiwei. Look at the refreshing to the apex O