One of Butcher Zhang's arms was broken by being stepped on. Looking at that disgusting and noisy face, Huo Jinxing raised his foot high, about to kick him in the head.
The crowd gasped and stepped back in fear. Some of the timid ones dared not to watch any further.
The old village chief's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, but he still managed to crawl over and said, "Sir, please show some mercy."
He had been in charge of the village for many years, but this was the first time he had seen such a brutal scene. This young man's demeanor was as elegant and calm as a mountain stream, but when he killed people, he treated them like garbage without a frown and even thought it was dirty.
However, the man's foot still slowly fell...
At this moment, a slender hand grabbed his sleeve, "You want to kill someone in my yard?" Boss Feng Ling disagreed.
"No?" The man's voice was so clear and mellow that it was hard for the ears to bear. It made people think of the crazy lovemaking they had with him yesterday...
Feng Ling's face suddenly became hot, and two blushes suddenly rose on her cheeks. She suddenly felt the sleeve in her hand become hot, forcing her to let go of the man's sleeve in a panic.
"Ahem! Do you think it's feasible?" The blood on the ground was already giving Feng Ling a headache. Now that there was no water, she still had to wash the floor?
The most important thing is, if this bastard dies here, will the ghost messenger from the Juhun find out that he is abnormal? To be honest, Feng Ling is still a little scared at the moment when he has no merits to rely on.
Huo Jinxing couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when Feng Ling's little trick was completely noticed. Ha! She was clinging to him so tightly yesterday, but now she's avoiding him like a snake?
"Hmph!" A fickle woman.
Huo Jinxing didn't step on it in the end. He turned around and was about to go back to sleep. When he passed the water tank in the yard, he stopped again.
The people in the Feng family's old house were gathered next to the water tank. Even though the terrifying man in front of them didn't even glance at them, the whole family was still trembling with fear.
The basket and bucket in his hands fell to the ground with a clang. His legs and feet gradually became as soft as tofu, and he fell to his knees unconsciously.
They wanted to beg for mercy, but their teeth were chattering and no one could utter a word because the man's aura was too dangerous and powerful.
Huo Jinxing acted as if he didn't hear what others were saying. He flicked his jade-white fingertips, and with a ding sound, a stream of energy hit the water tank, which was audible very clearly.
"I like this tank of water." Huo Jinxing said this lightly before striding away.
The large group of people left behind began to breathe heavily quietly, but no one dared to speak loudly, otherwise they would anger the killer and lose their lives.
"Hurry, hurry, Feng family, carry the people away quickly. It's all your fault." The old village chief angrily accused the Feng family and their gang, almost mad to death.
Originally, they had a good agreement with the Feng family, and they could get half a tank of water every day. Do you know what that means? The village wells could dry up at any time.
But Feng Ling can get a jar of water every day, which means that even if the village runs out of water, they don’t have to flee from famine.
In the end, the Feng family's old house was destroyed by their greed. If they hadn't sold Feng Ling and let Butcher Zhang come to make trouble, Feng Ling would have been threatened and it is very likely that he would not be able to ask for water in the future.
So, the young man next door would take action, right?
Now, the Wind Spirit is protected by the next door, and similarly, the water also belongs to the next door. Who would dare to compete with the God of Death for water?
Alas, I just hope Feng Ling's skills improve soon and the drought is completely resolved...
However, the Feng family was unwilling to do so. The cooked duck was about to fly away, and no one could stop it.
"Village, village chief, he hurt people for no reason, don't you care?" Aunt Zhang was very unwilling. Their butcher Zhang Fengling agreed to sell a 300-jin wild boar.
Now that Butcher Zhang has lost one of his hands, whether he can survive is another matter, but where can he get the wild boar?
And there is a tank of water every day, which costs money and food.
"Yes, village chief, he forcibly occupied my family's property. Can't we drive him out of the village?"
If the village chief takes the lead in making trouble, can't the people in the village be defeated by a man?
Second aunt He was also indignant, but she only dared to mutter in a low voice, and she said it after the man entered the house.
The old village chief sneered, "Huh, you all think others are fools. If you have the ability, do it yourselves." Don't wet your pants if you dare. You are so scared that you are still thinking about the food in other people's bowls. It's really ugly to eat.
The old village chief patted his butt and left, not even caring about Zhang the Butcher. Whoever wanted to stay in this place could stay. Anyway, even if the soldiers came, they couldn't deal with such a killer, let alone his old bones.
Everyone knows the plot of the Feng family's old house, but no one thinks that the current Feng Ling is no longer the Feng Ling of the past.
Why does the Feng family think that a person who can pray for water from the sky, who calmly breaks off an engagement, and who dares to talk to the evil spirit next door is easy to bully?
As soon as the old village chief left, the other villagers did not dare to stay and ran after him as if there was an evil ghost chasing them.
Seeing this, the people in the old house did not dare to delay any longer. They glared at Feng Ling's family angrily and carried Zhang the butcher away.
Just wait and see, if they can sell Feng Ling once, they can sell it a second time. If Butcher Zhang can't do it, then just sell it outside. Not everyone is afraid of that down-and-out scholar.
"That's it?" Su the witch still felt a little unsatisfied. It seemed that she hadn't even fought yet, but the battle was over.
It’s all because of the man next door. If her daughter hadn’t been involved with him, Su the witch would have been very happy to have such a master helping their family.
Now, it's hard to say. But after all, they helped me. "No, don't you need to thank me?"
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