Chapter 77: to not fix

After waiting for the young master for more than a month, he now understands whether it is too late.
The young boy looked at the young man with a smile on his lips, but he said coldly and ruthlessly: "Aren't you letting the master take care of everything? When the master encounters difficulties, even if you give yourself, you will not hesitate to sell yourself. Cheke is still in our Fan family. Although you are by your mother's side, you are now by my side. If I have something, you can't escape the relationship."
The young man became paralyzed with fright, and kept kowtow on the ground: "Master, please, don't let the young one go out. If the young one goes out, he will die. Master, as long as you can spare the young one. Repay you by being a cow and a horse."
The young man coughed heavily, took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "This is what you said, let's talk about it, how did this young master's former servant die?"
Hearing the words, the little servant was a little puzzled, and hurriedly replied: "Master, although the youngest is sent by the wife to take care of you, the little one really does not know the death of the person next to the young master."
Seeing that Xiao Si's expression didn't seem to be fake, the man nodded lightly: "My master believes that you will not lie to my master. You have to make it clear about the tea. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with me in the future, you will be indispensable in the future. benefit."
The young man smiled with joy: "Yes, yes, the young man is willing to follow the young master in the future. The lady did not say what the tea is for, but ordered the young man to make tea for the young master every day."
He didn't know the entanglement.
The boy smiled, not knowing whether it was admiration or a deep meaning: "Your tea is good."
The young man was even more overjoyed: "Thank you, the young master, for the compliment. The young man thinks that there is a problem with the tea, and the young master should stop drinking it in the future.
The boy looked at Xiao Si: "Then you still soak for this young master?"
The young man made a bitter face and knocked his head heavily: "Young master, he is a small-eyed man. I thought that the young master was a stupid person like what others said. The young man only agreed to his wife when he wanted to see his family."
"Are you not going to see a doctor for your family now?"
The little servant shook his head: "No, the lady gave the little one a deposit, let the little one hold it first, and said that he would give the little bounty again after the matter was done."
The young man leaned on the chair behind him and took a sip from his tea cup: "Are you afraid she will find out and ask you to settle the bill?"
The little boy touched his head and smirked: "The little father's illness is cured, and the little one has long wanted to do this kind of thing. It doesn't matter if you don't do this kind of thing that destroys the conscience of the world."
Speaking of this, the young man knocked three heads guiltily: "Sorry young master, let the young master drank those herbal teas plainly. The young one knows that there will be a day of exposure, please punish the young man!"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of the boy’s mouth:
Punishment, of course, as long as you cooperate with me to continue the show, I will not punish you anymore. I will continue to make tea in the future. But the tea is going to be changed. Madam knows what to say when calling you?"
This tea can indeed relieve his illness, but it also makes his body weaker and weaker.
It is better to be sick than to be poisoned.
Xiao Si nodded happily: "I know, I know, all the little ones know."
The teenager nodded in satisfaction, picked up the teacup and wanted to drink it again, and was held down by the young man: "Master, you shouldn't drink tea anymore. The young one feels uncomfortable looking at it."
The boy patted the hand of the young man, drank the tea, put down the tea cup, and said, "It's okay!"
He knew his body that even if he didn't drink this kind of tea, he wouldn't be able to support it for long, and the time between serious illnesses was getting shorter and shorter.
How much time is left in his life?
Just as two dozen people in black were about to rush into the room, Ye Xingtong suddenly jumped from the tree and blocked the middle-aged man.
The light gleamed, and a sword came out of its sheath. Before everyone could see it clearly, it felt that a delicate figure passed through like lightning, and there was a sting in the neck, and it fell down immediately.
In an instant, all two dozen people in black fell to the ground, leaving a shocking blood stain on the ground.
One of them pointed at Ye Xingtong and uttered a few words: "You...you...you actually know martial arts..."
Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and stopped moving.
Ye Xingtong took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on the sword, and there was no emotion on her face, as if she was not the one who killed just now.
A few gambling guards heard the outside sound, and they all came out in a hurry. When they saw a petite woman standing among the two dozen men in black with a soft sword, she shuddered immediately. I can believe that this girl did it, she doesn't look very young!
The leading guard tried to ask, "Little girl, did you kill these killers?"
Ye Xingtong looked at the guard and said word by word: "They are killers. If they want to kill someone, they should know the consequences of failure."
The guard shuddered. Is this what a fifteen or six-year-old girl can say?
A few people didn't dare to ask any more, and walked away together.
The middle-aged man shrinking in a corner looked at Ye Xingtong in horror: "You, you killed someone?"
Ye Xingtong inserted the software back to her waist, her expression unchanged: "Yes, I killed someone, you can choose not to recognize me."
Some things are either you die or I die. If others don’t let you go, no matter how kind you are, it’s no use. On the contrary, a momentary softheartedness leaves a scourge and your future life will become more dangerous.
At that time, even if it is too late, the reality is so cruel.
The man shuddered and backed away, and kept saying: "You are terrible, terrible..."
The man shuddered and opened the door, jogging in, as if Ye Xingtong was a devil.
Ye Xingtong was noncommittal, and said with a smile, "Uncle, thank you for your donkey cart. From tomorrow on, everyone will go to each other! Your wife is in a dangerous stage of pregnancy. Find a place to settle down as early as possible, or your life is hard to save. , My word ends here."
For an ordinary person, it is excusable to be afraid of seeing this kind of scene, and she does not blame the uncle.
The little fox jumped into Ye Xingtong's arms from the window, looked at her with anger, and wanted to say something, but finally moved his lips and said nothing.
At this moment, a room door was opened, and a thin young man who seemed to be able to blow him away by a thin gust of wind looked at Ye Xingtong’s leaving back, and smiled softly: "What a strange woman, she is obviously kind. , I must be misunderstood by others."
The young man poked his head out from the door: "Master, has the killer gone?"
The boy shook his head: "No, there!"
Following the direction of the man’s finger, when he saw a lot of corpses of people in black, his face turned pale with fright, and he sat on the ground all of a sudden, murmured:
It’s terrible, terrible. ..."
The teenager didn't care, and smiled: "Don't you find it interesting?"
Xiao Si felt even more chill when he heard it, and suddenly shuddered, his legs and feet became softer.
Killed, killed, killed, is this interesting?