I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

Song Yuanwai and his wife stood aside, feeling uneasy.

"It's okay, the village chief is here!"

Song Yuanwai noticed the trembling Song Qian, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her.

"Ok!"

Song Qian wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and leaned her head on Yuanwai Song's shoulder.

At this moment, the nervousness eased somewhat.

Seeing Bu Fan frowned, the hearts of the two of them suddenly rose, and they held each other's hand tightly.

They are afraid of hearing bad news.

You must know that they have seen the medical skills of the village head before.

If even the village chief can't do anything, then the town and county doctors can't do anything.

Bu Fan withdrew his hand, and when he saw the nervous and gluey two people, he felt a burst of emotion.

Strange to say.

Song Yuanwai and Song Qian's acquaintance were introduced by relatives and friends.

Before the two got married, they had never met each other, let alone experienced the so-called sweet love, which was all arranged by their family members.

But after getting married, the two have been in love for decades and have remained consistent.

Unlike other villages, even small landlords with tens of acres of land would take in their wives and concubines one by one, and there were even a lot of children.

And Yuanwai Song.

On a.

I heard that in the early years, when Song Xiaochun was born, Song Qian almost had a difficult delivery. Yuanwai Song comforted him like a joke:

"One child is enough, two, our wealth is not enough for them to grab!"

What seems to be a joke is often the most true expression.

So far, no gossip about Yuanwai Song has ever been heard in the village.

It can be said that in the village, Bu Fan is the representative of the grass, and Yuanwai Song is undoubtedly the representative of a good man.

"Mr. Song, you don't have to worry so much. Xiaochun is fine. He will wake up in a few days."

Bu Fan comforted the two so that they would not be worried.

"Really, that's great!"

Song Qian's eyes were wet, and he stroked his chest with his hands, and Song Yuanwai finally showed a little smile on his face.

after that.

Song Yuanwai wanted to stay with Bufan to sit at home for a while, but Bufan refused on the grounds that he still wanted to teach.

Before leaving, he also told Song Yuanwai and his wife to feed some rice cereal before Xiaochun woke up, and not to fry it.

.........

night.

Very quiet, very peaceful.

A gray cloud gently covered the moonlight.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells..."

A white deer flew in the air, no, it was a white donkey, and two figures, one big and one small, were sitting on the back of the white donkey.

And that sweet voice came from the little girl.

These two are no one else.

It was Bu Fan and his little animals.

At this moment, Huo Qilin shook his little head and hummed a little tune, looking extremely happy.

"Okay, okay, we're not here to give gifts."

Bu Fan touched Huo Qilin's little head.

"Gifts? Aren't we here to see a play?"

Huo Qilin tilted his head and blinked his big eyes.

There were two little buns combed on that little head, a pink face, and a red dress. Those who didn't know it thought it was the granddaughter of an old man who liked to wear red clothes.

Bu Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

This little girl is getting more and more proficient at being cute.

……

Yuan Song's house is not an ordinary house, there are servants guarding it at night.

Even Song Xiaochun stood outside the door, a young boy who yawned from time to time.

Bu Fan appeared behind the boy like a ghost, and lightly patted the boy on the shoulder.

The young man felt his eyes go dark, he lay down on the ground, and fell asleep.

After that, he pushed open the door and walked in slowly.

Huo Qilin closed the door sensibly, and Bu Fan walked over to Song Xiaochun's bed after installing soundproof barriers in the room.

"Why are you suffering?"

Bu Fan sighed, although he knew that not being able to cultivate would hit Song Xiaochun hard, but he really didn't expect it to be so big that he would give up his life.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came out.

Bu Fan turned his head.

I saw Huo Qilin at the side take out a small bag out of nowhere.

The little hand reached into the small bag, took out a piece of fragrant popcorn and put it into the little mouth.

"Where did you come from?"

Bu Fan was speechless.

This girl really came to watch the movie, even the popcorn was ready.

"Sister Mingzhu gave it to her. She said it was popcorn, it was delicious."

Huo Qilin took out a piece of popcorn from the pouch, "Brother, do you want to eat, I'll feed you!"

Seeing Huo Qilin standing on tiptoe and stretching out its long hands, Bu Fan suddenly felt a black line on his forehead, "When you grow taller, then feed!"

"Also, do you want me to prepare a chair for you to watch the show?"

"What's the point of that?"

Huo Qilin stuffed a piece of popcorn into his small mouth, showing a naive smile.

"I'll just move it myself."

As he spoke, he moved the chair beside him with short legs, and sat on it.

Then, looking at him with big watery eyes, she took out a popcorn from the small bag with her small hand and put it in her small mouth.

Bu Fan: "..."

Well, he always knew that Huo Qilin lacked a string in his brain.

Shaking his head, he made a formula with one hand, performed the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Kung Fu, and lightly tapped Song Xiaochun's forehead, and a ball of light fell on the center of Song Xiaochun's eyebrows and disappeared.

……

"Seventy internal strength!"

A steady voice suddenly spread.

Song Xiaochun woke up suddenly, and looked around in surprise.

At this moment, he stood on the high platform, stretched out his hand, and touched a stone tablet in front of him, and there was a number of seventy on the stone tablet.

Where is this place?

But before he could react, countless memories suddenly flooded into his mind.

This world is not the world he knows, there are no immortal cultivators here, but a world where martial arts are respected and strength is king.

His name is Xiao Xiaochun, a direct disciple of the Xiao family, his martial arts aptitude ranks in the top ten among all the children of the family, he is proud of himself.

And at this moment, it is the day when the Xiao family routinely tests the cultivation of the children of the clan every month.

"Yes, keep working hard." The middle-aged man beside him smiled and nodded.

Song Xiaochun clasped his fists and walked down the high platform, his thoughts still hadn't recovered from the shock.

what happened?

How could he be here?

Also become another person?

"Master Chun, you are indeed a genius of the younger generation of our Xiao family. I am afraid that within a year, you will become a true warrior."

"It goes without saying, let alone the Xiao family, even in Yanzhou City, there are few people who can compare with Young Master Chun."

As soon as Song Xiaochun stepped down from the high stage, he was flattered and flattered by a group of Xiao family children.

Listening to these flattering voices, Song Xiaochun was expressionless. When he was in Tianxuanmen, he saw too many of them.

But at this moment, there was a commotion in the crowded square.

"Look, Xiao Huohuo's internal strength test is five."

"This is the lowest record of our Xiao family."

"It's just a waste, even if a pig cultivates for a month, its internal strength is more than five, this Xiao Huohuo is not even as good as a pig!"

"This trash is trying to discredit our Xiao family. If his father hadn't been the patriarch, he would have been kicked out by the great elder."

Song Xiaochun raised his head, looked at the familiar figure on the high platform, and couldn't help being startled.

Why does Xiao Huohuo look so much like Bu Fan?

Even dreaming about this nasty guy.

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