Lu Zhan's palm was very broad and quite dry. He felt very safe being held by such a big hand, but the feeling given by this hand was completely different. The owner was obviously in a panic and didn't know how to coax him.

So he could only reach out to wipe her tears. After Qingdai laughed inexplicably, his face suddenly turned dark.

With a sullen face, he pulled her up to the edge of the field, and as he walked, he mocked her with a weak voice:

"You're such a spoiled brat! Pulling out a few weeds is like this! How are you going to work in the fields tomorrow?"

Qingdai curled her lips and muttered softly, "Don't worry about the female educated youth. I have my own plan for tomorrow."

As a result, her words directly stirred up a hornet's nest, and the mockery on Lu Zhan's face became even more undisguised:

"I don't care. I don't know where you'll be crying tomorrow."

When Qingdai heard this, her stubborn temper came out and she twisted her hands to try to break free from him.

Didn’t you say you don’t care? Then just don’t care. Don’t care even if he cries. Just ignore him anyway.

As soon as this thought formed in her mind, Qingdai felt that she had become more spoiled in this age. She was obviously not the kind of person who liked to show off, so how could she be so offended by these few words? She had to retort to him like a little cannon.

However, the tiny struggle in Qingdai's hand was completely ineffective against the black-faced King of Hell.

"Come with me."

He exerted force on his wrist, and no matter how Qingdai twisted and turned, she could not escape from his Five Finger Mountain.

"I don't want it. The work isn't finished yet. What's the point of me just leaving like this? Don't wait for the clerk to come and make a note of it."

Lu Zhan, who was originally pulling him away, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at her with a fierce face. Qingdai was still struggling in her hands, but somehow the strength loosened and she broke free in an instant.

Lu Zhan gave her a sinister look that made her feel uneasy.

Qingdai couldn't help but complain in her heart that he was really a black-faced devil.

This black-faced devil looks tough, he won't hit her, right?

Lu Zhan accurately saw her inner thoughts from her evasive eyes.

Of course, he was too disdainful to argue with her. Her skinny frame was not even big enough for him to slap.

Lu Zhan released the restraining force on his hands, then took three or two steps forward with his long legs, walked to the edge of the field and jumped down. His movements were so quick and neat.

Using both hands, he pulled out all the remaining weeds in a few strokes like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Then he took a step forward from the ridge of the field, and all of a sudden he came up, standing very steadily on the ridge, looking down at her.

That look was very interesting. Qingdai seemed to see contempt and ridicule in his black Bao Gong face.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Lu Zhan swung his hands and threw the weeds directly onto the edge of the field.

Qingdai looked at him, then at the ridge of the field.

This time she was very sure that even though Lu Zhan didn't say anything, his attitude was clearly mocking her for being so small and useless.

From the strands of his hair to his heels, he seemed to be saying: See that, you little rascal.

Qingdai looked at his expression and eyes, and felt her fists harden. If she could have a few more powerful pills from the previous world, she would definitely knock this black-faced King of Hell down and ride him like a horse.

Not only did Lu Zhan mock her, the Black-Faced King of Hell reached out and grabbed her arm and walked forward.

"The work is done, come with me."

Qingdai was suppressed by force and forced to follow him. On the way back, the sky was getting darker and darker. Once when she was going down a small slope, she didn't step firmly and almost fell down. Fortunately, Lu Zhan was quick to help her.

Qingdai snorted softly and unilaterally decided to retaliate and forgive his unreasonable behavior.

As she walked back, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that the force on her wrist was no longer as strong.

The positions of the two people also changed, with Qingdai walking in front and him walking behind.

Lu Zhan gently supported her wrist, not really using much force, and the distance between them was shortened a lot, making it more like he was helping her walk.

Qingdai realized this and silently complained in her heart that he was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

The previous unpleasantness was also quietly dispelled by her.