Inner Demons

A knife cut his eye and a sword cut his leg.

Then I was left in the escort by the old Escort. At that time, he said in front of everyone, “If I have Qiao Fengchun’s one bite, there will be Meng Ou’s one bite. Wait for my Qiao Fengchun to pass away, Meng Ou It’s your uncles.”

But how can he really get Joe. If you don’t play darts, just stay in Qiao Family to take care of things, watching the juniors grow up a little bit and come up with ideas. When Da Lang can stand alone, he will talk less. After all, it is a waste, and more than two decades have passed since then. Da Lang still treated him as an uncle, but he didn’t dare to suffer. The servants and maids in the courtyard are all children. They only know that he is an old man in the family, but they don’t respect him as a blind cripple.

Now. Almost all the males in the family died this time. Some orphans, widows, and Taoist families were left behind, expecting the two women to give some money to survive, while resenting Dalang on the other.

He has lived for so long, knowing what those people say behind his back——

“Why did he come back? I took that many people to die, why didn’t he die?! “

Social snobbery, the world is scorching. The two escorts that had been acquainted with each other sent someone to take a look, and saw that Da Lang didn’t make it by sight, leaving ten silver ingots, and never came again.

He can only use his little money to hire a doctor for Da Lang. Hanging in a sigh, waiting for Qing’an to come.

Qiao Family has another branch in Qing’an, and there are always some senior elders who are also prosperous. He quietly sent someone to deliver a letter, calling people from there. Never let the property fall into the hands of Qiao Jiaming’s insane beast and two prostitutes.

The old man thought for a while, then walked to the bed and reached out to touch Qiao Duanhong’s forehead.

It’s getting hotter. His cheeks showed a terrifying four-gray color, his eyelids trembled, and his lips became dry and cracked.

You have to take the medicine once. The old man thought for a while and limped open the door and walked towards the west courtyard. As you get closer, the voice becomes clearer.

I heard the beast proudly say “…that Fu Yin saw that piece of jade…you can talk so that…has been…it’s better to send it to Fu Yin…hahaha…joking that’s All, I can stay as a kid too…”

And the laughter of the little prostitute, “That old cripple… keep it?… How many days can I keep it… wait for death… “

The old man felt a little tight in his chest. He raised his hand to gag his mouth, coughed dullly and hoarsely, feeling a bit warm and moist in the tiger’s mouth. I wiped it off without looking.

Know that it is blood. I was so angry that these three beasts vomited blood…really old is old, it’s useless.

The three of them drank too much wine, and their eyes and ears didn’t help much. So he coughed and didn’t hear it, and walked to the door without hearing it. Pushing open the small courtyard door, I still didn’t hear it.

In the courtyard, there is a light in the pavilion, and three people are drinking in the pavilion. At the moment, Qiao Liu’s clothes are disheveled, and he is crooked in Qiao Jiaming’s arms, unbearable to look at. The old man’s eyes were dark, and he reached out to hold the door frame.

Qiao Liu’s family was recruited the year before last. Qiao Wang Family has nothing to do for ten years, Qiao Family always has a queen. Meng Yi only discovered that this woman had something to do with the beast the previous month. He wanted to mention Qiao Duanhong after this dart. I don’t know something like that.

At this moment, I have done this filthy thing in front of Joe Wang Family!

That Joe Wang Family, without looking at them, drank slowly, bowed his head and said to himself: “…the old cripple is restless. Send a letter to Qing’an. Not to mention whether you can send it. Send it. It’s…Qing’an, not as good-for-nothing as the dead ghost. Both are from the martial arts Aristocratic Family, and there are… I heard that they are the richest man in Qing’an. How can I look at this place? That old cripple is getting old. Who do you want to give away? I want to send you away to Wang Qi. Who is Wang Qi? I don’t know that old cripple is the distant house of my natal cousin.”

laugh. On one side of his face, he saw Meng Og at the door.

But after only a little surprise, he slanted his eyes and raised the glass, lightly asked: “Yo. Old Meng. Why are you here? Dalang is okay?”

send out. Meng Yi felt his chest became more tight, and his eyes were dizzy. He lowered his eyes to ignore their ugliness, held on to the door, forced to turn around and walk back. But after a step, the smell of wine and fat and powder in the pavilion attacked, and I felt that the fire in my heart could no longer be suppressed. I coughed with all my strength and spit a mouthful of blood.

After that, he couldn’t hold the door anymore, and fell down shaking.

When I woke up again, I found myself in Da Lang’s house. On the ground.

It seems that they are looking for someone to bring themselves in, and they don’t care. There were nine domestic servants, but four have been dismissed these days, leaving only five. One cook, two servants, two servants. The two maids looked at Qiao Jiaxin, and the two young servants looked here, but they were actually waiting for Da Lang to die.

How long hasn’t passed out. It’s still dark. He looked out the door, the two little servants were still guarding, and the door opened a crack. The old man slowly got up from the ground with a limping leg, and walked to Da Lang’s bed after taking a breath. He looked worse, as if he was dead.

The old man hurriedly reached out to probe his forehead and found that the fever had subsided. Da Lang didn’t burn anymore, his forehead was cold. This reminded him of his dead son. At that time the body was fished from the river, the same temperature.

He stared straight at Da Lang’s face for a while, then reached out and pulled the quilt up.

The letter was not delivered.

Fu Yin… well. Nor can it be used.

Meng Yi felt that his body was no longer sultry or hot. Suddenly became very comfortable, and his heart was calm as water. He thought for a while, then turned and walked to the door.

The two young men quickly stood up and rubbed their eyes, and reached out to stop him: “Yeah, Lord Meng, you are not in good health. Grandma told you to stay in the house for a while, don’t tonight Going out?”

The old man looked at them in silence for a while. The two young men were surprised to find that his only eye was not so cloudy. Become burning and shiny. This light made them feel uneasy…This light shouldn’t belong to this old man.

Three or four years after they came to Qiao Family, this old man has never spoken loudly. He only humped his back, limped his legs, and smiled kindly to everyone. This kind of anxiety caused a subtle, shameful anger in their hearts.

He pushed the old man hard and raised his voice: “Go in. Talk to you, don’t fail to appreciate somebody’s kindness. Now it is not the Qiao Family of the dead person inside.”

The old man pulled on the door frame and did not fall. Hoarsely said: “Escort people are gone.”

The two little men looked at each other and sneered: “What are you worried about? Worry about yourself.”

Meng Yu nodded, turned around and entered the house.

“Old Guy. Alas. My mind is not bright, I can’t think about it.” The little boy in the blue hat turned around and shook his head, “I’m not happy to hurt him. I tell you, I have learned a lot. Heaven fist…”

Before I finished speaking, I heard the door creak again.

The two people turned their heads at the same time, their faces were extremely impatient: “I said you—”

Before the voice fell, there was a scream. A big ring knife with thick gold wire back was cutting the front door of a small servant. With a sound of “boom”, it was deeply embedded half a palm. The huge pressure made his two eyeballs pu chi burst out and hung on his face.

The blood also spurted out afterwards.

The young man in the blue cap stared wide, looking at the knife, his body was unable to move because of the sudden shock and fear.

This knife is Qiao Duanhong’s knife. Hung on the wall in his room.

He rolled his eyes again with difficulty and saw the man with the knife.

It’s…that old cripple. But his face was as cold as a piece of iron, and there was light in his eyes that he had never seen before.

“Ah…you…” He made these few voices, subconsciously reaching out to grab the knife.

However, the cold light flashed, and there was a sound of pu chi. His head also rolled down the steps.

The old man took the knife and squatted on the ground, panting exhaustedly for a while. Then he stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from A Saber’s body, slowly wiped it on his face, and smiled. His teeth and one eye gleamed in the dark.

“You children.”

“Old fogey, when I was your age, but my name was…”

“Murder, Meng Og Yes.”