The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Oh, you told me to be forgiving and forgiving? Why didn't you say that when you hit my brother? He's still unconscious. You think you can compensate my brother for the loss of his life? I'm telling you, don't even think about it.” Jomo grinned.

“We're here for your brother's wedding.” The wind was silent for a long time, frowning and saying.

Jomo nodded knowingly and then looked at the wind: “So what? We didn't get you in trouble first. You came to provoke us first. You want me to leave you alone? No problem at all, Thunder, Mu 'er, get rid of them all. ”

The brutal words rang from the mouth of a nine-year-old child, who had no idea that the children on his side would not do it, but he had no idea that after Jomo had spoken, everyone had done it at the same time and their hands had been scrapped.

Jomo's like he still hates: “And feet. ”

Thunder, they are very listening to Jomo. He does what he says and they do what they say.

When they were done, Jomo looked over, nodded very satisfied, and looked around and said, "No doctors in the city are allowed to show them the wounds. No one is allowed. ”

“Don't worry, Young Master, we'll go to the drugstore to convey what you mean.” The people beside him laughed and said.

Jomo nodded satisfactorily: “Good, my brother will throw a water banquet on the day of his marriage, everyone can come together, the more people the better.” The more people are in Jomo's heart, the more blessings are given to his brother, and they are no worse off than that.

“We must go. ”

“Thunder helps the beans play the violin. Let's go back and check on the Imperial Engine. ”

“Okay.”

When Thunder was going to pick up the violin, the beans moved a few times on the strings, the wind felt the danger before it could escape, felt a tingle on the face and arms, and then smelled the intense blood.

“Did you hurt my brother? This is called a courtesan relationship.” Beans looked at people and said with a smile.

“Well done, Beans. Let's go.” Jomo nodded with great satisfaction.

Beans laughed happily. What could make you happier than my brother's praise?

“The younger generation wants to die.” As they were leaving, an old voice suddenly rang, Jomo's face changed, his eyes grew cold, his face grew a little white, and so did the beans.

“Ha ha, kill them.” One of them screamed in pain.

Beans were the weakest of all, and he couldn't bear the pressure, spitting out blood and dyeing his red moon-white clothes.

When Qiao Tianjing saw his son injured in front of him, his face changed. As soon as he appeared in front of them, Qiao Mo Xian protected the person behind the prison. With Qiao Tianjing, Qiao Mo Xian's face finally got better.

Joe Tianjin fed the pills he was carrying to the beans: "Take care of the beans. ”

“Father, we...”

“Well done, but remember this lesson, we don't bully people, but we can't tolerate bullying.” Joe Tian said coldly, then walked up to the man who was yelling at Jomo to kill them, stretching his hand around his neck and lifting him up: “Want to kill my son? ”

At the same time as he taught the lesson, Joe Tian's momentum erupted in a flash. Of course, he didn't hurt the people around him, he just went straight towards the windless pedestrians, and then the old men.

The windy body bends slightly, the pale face turns white, the legs bend by an inch, and it won't take long to kneel.

So strong! The wind is so terrified, this man is so powerful, is this the town general of Xiao Guo?

“Pfft." The old man who had just bullied Jomo with pressure bled out, while being pressured by Joe Tian's unwavering pressure, immediately knelt on the ground.

Joe Tianjin threw the man who had already pissed his pants in his hand on the ground and walked up to the old man and said, "My son wants to die? I see you're the one looking for the dead. ”

“Joe... the sky is clear. ”

“I don't know how Feng Shuang actually let people like you come to my son's wedding, get out of Xiao Guo immediately, and, as my son said, all doctors in the city are forbidden to treat them.” Joe Tian lowered his head and looked at the sweaty old man, saying word for word.