Chapter 8: I am alive, you are going to die!

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Mu Yunyao quickly took her hand to comfort: "Mother is not afraid, we just hit a thief, go and put the oil lamp on."
Her voice was gentle and firm, with a silent power, so that Su Qing could not help but feel a lot of peace, although the movement was a little trembling, but in the end Enron put the lights on, and raised the oil lamp to see the figure on the ground, Su Qing could not help Exclaimed: "Blood...blood..."
Li on the ground has been stunned and broke a hole in his head. It should be the night pot smashed and scratched. The blood of his face, the dim light of the oil lamp, is like a evil spirit.
Mu Yunyao took the oil lamp and lifted it on Li’s head. The gloomy eyelids shimmered with a bitter chill. At this time, as long as her hand leaned gently, the lamp oil would pour on Li’s body, and then as long as a sparking star, People are burning like this, and this nightmare will be far away.
"Yaoer!"
Su Qing’s exclamation made Mu Yunyao slammed back, the oil lamp in his hand swayed, and the flame shook a little. She quickly converges her mind and wants to kill Li’s. It’s too difficult to get rid of the suspect. She can take risks, but her mother can't, she vows to protect her, she must protect her dripping water, and it is easy to die, how rare is it to live, for Lee, it is too cheap to die. Now!
Mu Yunyao blinked his eyes. When he turned his head, the darkness of his eyes had already dispersed, and he restored his original weak and harmless appearance: "Mother, you..."
"Yao Er!" Su Qing exclaimed, followed by Mu Yunyao feeling a pain in the scalp, it turned out that Li woke up, grabbed her hair, and tried to slap her like a day.
"You dare!" Mu Yunyao slammed, and the sound was crisp but it was killing!
Li Shi trembled, and on the scorpion of Shang Mu Yunyao, who was so cold, he felt that a coolness hit her throat and let her breathe: "You... you are a little monk, you..."
How is this little monk so evil?
Mu Yunyao sneered with a sneer, the oil lamp shines on her face with bruises and scars, and it seems to be a bit more gloomy: "You dare to hit me, I will pour the lamp on you, then I will fire you." !"
"You are a little slut, it really is black, you dare to do this to me, I am your grandmother!" Lee's mouth is hard, but there is some drumming in his heart. "I knew you were such a blind hand, it should be When you were born, kill you!"
"Unfortunately, you didn't kill me. You are dead today! I haven't lived in Zhangfu. I just pulled you to the funeral today. When I got to the ground, I can see how the king judged you, the old man who was persecuted. Auntie, unplugged her tongue and dug her eyes, took off her muscles and smashed her skin, and broke into a nose and hell, never to turn over!"
Li’s heart leaps and fiercely pushes Mu Yunyao aside:
You are a little monk, you... Anyway, you are going to Zhangfu, I will not care about you for the time being. Zhang Caizhu is the favorite girl.
You, the tender and tender meat of the tender tofu, walked in his hand, and even the whole piece of skin could not be found. In the situation where life is not as good as death, you are still not so sharp!"
Li’s heart hated his teeth, and he touched five or two silver in the closet. She couldn’t sleep after she went back. Thinking about whether there was a missed silver, let’s take another look. Anyway, this silver was also earned by her son during her lifetime. She took the peace of mind, but no one expected that the silver was not harvested. Instead, she was beaten.
Mu Yunyao was pushed a shackle, and the oil lamp in his hand slammed and slammed out. The room was dark and he could only hear Li’s rough breathing. A thought suddenly flashed in my mind, Mu Yunyao clenched his fists sharply. According to the memory just now, he bent over and touched the ground-roller and swept over Li's legs!
Li was not prepared, was beaten, and fell to the ground. Mu Yunyao did not give her the chance to get up again. She used all her strength to mix her anger and hate. She hit a leg in Li’s leg. On the top, I only heard a squeaking bone, and Li’s pig screamed: "Oh, little slut, I killed you, killed you!"
Mu Yunyao ignored her, calmly went to the table and touched the fire, and slammed the cloth with her hand, then rolled the lamp oil to spread the flames, and soon the house was lit!