Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Song Jixiang reached out and poked Yan Hui's arm and called out to him twice, but the other party still did not respond at all and kept his eyes closed.

The other person lying beside him was also lifeless. Song Jixiang turned his face over and saw that it was the housekeeper of Yan's house. He also had his eyes closed and was breathing more than he was breathing out.

She wondered in her heart, didn't the two of them move to Shangjing with the entire Yan family? Why did they appear here at this time, and their breath was so weak. She didn't have time to think about it, saving people was the most important thing!

A few people came over and wanted to help her, but she politely refused.

He led the horse towards his tent. After a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and said to the returning crowd: "Thank you for sending them back! There is still some snake soup in the pot, you can eat some to warm your body!" After that, he left quickly.

Xiao Ruyi pointed at the group of people, moved his mouth but made no sound, and said, "Take care of yourself!" Then he followed Song Jixiang's footsteps.

One of the men scratched his head and asked in confusion: "What does Jixiang girl mean by this?"

Snapped--

A big, rough palm slapped him on the forehead.

The man screamed in pain: "Dad, why did you hit me!"

"I'm going to hit you! You idiot, you idiot. How could your mother and I give birth to such a stupid kid like you..." The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet, sighing to the sky.

A man next to him pulled his arm and said, "Jixiang girl, are you asking us to stay?"

"Oh, that's great!" The man covered his aching forehead and chuckled.

"Let's go and eat snake soup, it's really good stuff..." This group of people were all smiling happily, and regardless of other people's cold eyes, they ran excitedly to the place where they were eating... It's better to return to the team and feel at ease!

White Pozi and Tian Danniu pursed their lips, saying that Jixiang girl was kind-hearted. If it were them, they would not let off these ungrateful people so easily.

In the tent, Song Jixiang frowned and urged Xiao Ruyi to quickly take out the spiritual spring water and gave the two of them a few sips.

We can only know what happened to them after they wake up.

Fortunately, the efficacy of the spiritual spring water was still invincible, so they didn’t have to wait too long.

After a cup of tea, the two woke up slowly.

"Have I arrived in the Palace of Yama?" Yan Hui murmured weakly.

"What are you talking about? Even if you are about to die, I can snatch you from the hands of the King of Hell!" Song Jixiang wanted to hit him a few times, but seeing that he looked listless, he quickly put his raised arm down.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Song Jixiang dragged a chair and sat in front of them, then motioned Xiao Ruyi to sit down and listen as well.

"Well, benefactor..."

The word "benefactor" explained all the grievances he had suffered during this period. At this moment, these two words were more affectionate than ever before.

Xiao Ruyi rubbed his arms, trying to shake off the goose bumps. This kid still likes to be sentimental as before.

Song Jixiang also shook his arms and rolled his eyes at Yan Hui, "Speak properly!"

Butler Wu also opened his eyes at this time. After waking up, he quickly stood up and knelt on the ground with a thud: "Miss Song, you must save our master, save our Yan family..."

Are these knees not human-shaped? He kneeled immediately, and her teeth ached just by hearing it.

She said seriously, "If you have something to say, just say it!" Don't talk nonsense, she won't buy it.

"Can you, can you give us something to eat first?" Yan Hui's face flushed. In his entire life, he had never experienced the feeling of hunger so deeply.

Butler Wu was so choked by his young master's words that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Song Jixiang said, "Wait!" and left the tent.

The three people left in the tent looked at each other in astonishment.

After a while, a fresh and fragrant smell followed Song Jixiang's figure and lingered around the noses of Yan Hui and Butler Wu.

Yan Hui no longer cared about the reserve of a rich young man, snatched the tray from Song Jixiang's hand, picked up his own bowl of noodles and started eating. Butler Wu smiled embarrassedly, but his hands were not slow. After thanking Song Jixiang, he quickly swept the food in his bowl.

After the two men leaned back in their seats contentedly and burped a few times indecently, Song Jixiang signaled with his eyes that Yan Hui should tell him the whole story.

Thinking of what he had experienced, Yan Hui's eyes became wet and tears welled up in his eyes. He was like a man about to drown, tightly grasping Song Jixiang's arm, crying out in a sobbing voice: "My benefactor, please save me..."

Butler Wu wanted to kneel down again, but was blocked by an invisible force and could not kneel down.

Yan Hui hurriedly supported him, "Uncle Wu, please stop kneeling. My benefactor is not an ordinary person, she is a god who has received guidance from immortals. Don't annoy her with these worldly etiquettes..."

Butler Wu burst into tears, no longer insisted, and nodded repeatedly.

At this moment, the girl in front of him with cold eyes is the only life-saving straw for him and the young master!