Pretty little pitiful always in the Shura field [unlimited]

It was hot and the sun was shining. Jin An squatted on the ground, thinking for a while, then nodded his head slightly.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, Wu Zhao was overjoyed, and hurriedly led the man up the mountain, but after walking a few steps, he squatted down again and let Jin An climb onto his back.

Jin An glanced at the shirtless boy with patterns in front of him, hesitated for a second between lying down or walking up the mountain by himself, and then consciously climbed onto Wu Zhao's back.

The figure of a boy who is slightly thinner than Heipi, still has tight muscles on his back. When he gets up and walks, he bulges slightly, and his silver armbands are tightly bound. When a certain muscle protrudes, he feels tense. The trembling sound of time.

The few times Jin An went up the mountain were at night when it was about to darken, and this was the first time at noon, and now it was bright, so it was more convenient for Jin An to observe his surroundings.

The more you go up, the fewer villagers’ houses, but the more semi-finished drums outside the door. When Wu Zhao went up with Jin An on his back, for some reason, he deliberately avoided people, and the sound of walking was quiet, so Jin An was sneaky. When I went to see him, the scattered villagers who were grinding the skin of the drum didn't notice him.

As if seeing Jin An's curious gaze, Wu Zhao passed by the yard of a villager who was still making drums, and explained: "They usually come out in the late afternoon. If they don't catch up with the order, they are all sleeping now."

Jin An only thought that the villagers were taking a nap, so he looked away.

It took about 10 minutes to walk up the mountain. Even though he was being carried by someone and there were trees to shade him from the sun, Jin An still felt hot, with sweat pouring from his forehead and nose. When An Fang got down and turned to look at him, what he saw was Jin An's blushing little face.

On the pink cheeks in the past, it was as if exaggerated blush was applied at this moment, the red was dazzling, and Wu Zhao looked at it, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Why does your face look like a monkey's butt, hahaha."

Jin An: "..."

[Fart, my wife is obviously a peach ass! 】

【Whether this stinky dog ​​can talk, or shut up if he can't】

【Even if my wife has the cutest butt, how can I let you, a stupid dog, laugh! 】

Jin An subdued this sixth child, turned around and left with a blank face, and Wu Zhao, who was still laughing wildly, quickly grabbed him, took Jin An with great strength and took two steps back, and was thrown directly by Wu Zhao ahead of him.

The person who wanted to apologize in a good voice at first couldn't hold back the teasing thoughts in his heart when he saw Jin An's dull but beautiful red face showing a bit of dissatisfaction. Lifting, pinching the person's cheeks, deliberately poking out two small dimples for the person, said viciously: "You want to leave after entering my house?"

"It's a beautiful idea!"

As he said that, he picked up the stupid Jin An and rushed into the house.

At the beginning, Jin An didn't know Wu Zhao's identity, but only knew that the village chief asked him to help Hei Pi carry the body, and he only thought his house was on the mountain when he went up the mountain, until he saw two familiar wooden houses. Suddenly know the identity of others.

"How did you bring him here?"

The village chief, who was dressed in the same traditional costume as in the meeting, was sitting under the eaves grinding his drum skin. When he saw Wu Zhao coming in with Jin An on his shoulders, he frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Jin An could hear the displeasure in the village chief's tone, even a little repulsive. On Wu Zhao's shoulder, he half-raised his body and looked sideways at the village chief under the eaves.

When the big round eyes met the slightly cloudy eyes of the village chief, he was taken aback by the indifference in his eyes.

"Just bring him up to play."

When Wu Zhao ran in with Jin An on his shoulders, he replied casually.

……

"Oh, my father just has a weird temper, so don't be angry."

Wu Zhao went upstairs and brought Jin An to his room before letting him down.

After being carried for a while, his stomach hurt a little from being pressed, Jin An squatted on the ground and rubbed his stomach as soon as he got down.

Wu Zhao led the man to sit on the bed and asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Jin An ignored him, and Wu Zhao rubbed it for others on his own.

The hands are soft at the beginning, like the bones in the stomach are soft, and Jin An's well-behaved appearance gives Wu Zhao the illusion that he has grasped the other party. I reached in and rubbed it quickly like a hooligan.

"It's really soft."

Even before Jin An could react, he boldly stretched out his hand and slid upwards.

Jin An was stunned, and when the palm was about to touch the point, he reacted and pulled the man's hand out of his clothes.

Even unhappily hammering directly at people's faces.

Stinking rogue!

Jin'an was so angry that the witch tricked him into giving him ice cream, so he calmed down a little bit.

Sitting on a small bench, Jin An was taken by Wu Zhao to the living room on the second floor. Unlike Heipiga's barrenness, Wu Zhao's family can be regarded as rich. In the living room space on the second floor, there are used The sofa and chairs woven with rattan are facing a small TV and a refrigerator placed against the wall. When it is opened, the chilly air rushes straight to Jin An's face.

Jin An took a piece of green ice cream and ran to sit on the sofa. Wu Zhao turned on the TV and got up to go to the drawer next to it.

Sitting on the sofa and eating ice cream while watching TV, Jin An felt that compared to Heipi's house, Wu Zhao's house was really a paradise.

Jin An licked the green tongue ice cream, swished it, and sighed at the system. When Wu Zhao found a bunch of weird snacks from the cabinet, he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

"You kids in the city seem to like to eat these, right?"

"I bought it when I went to the city to deliver goods, but I didn't eat much. If you like it, eat more."

As Wu Zhao said that, he tore apart the spicy strips for Jin An. They were red and oily. After Jin An ate one, he stuck out his tongue and hissed, and licked the ice cream several times.

The tongue is small and soft, but it is extremely flexible, and every drop of sugar water that slides down from the ice cream is hooked away by the red and tender tongue tip.

[Damn it, that smelly dog's eyes are staring straight! 】

[Although, I also want to see my sister's tender little tongue up close]

【It would be better if you could lick me (bushi】;

"Is it so delicious?" Wu Zhao asked in a hoarse voice as his Adam's apple rolled.

Jin An's mouth was red from the spicy sticks, and there were small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. The half popsicle in his hand stopped licking after the witch trick made a sound, and he flung it around limply. Wu Zhao, who never liked snacks, couldn't help but want to go up and help him take a sip.

Jin An, who is addicted to eating spicy strips, suddenly likes his own personality, even if he is not polite and ignores others, no one will say anything about him.

Jin An stayed at Wu Zhao's house so happily all afternoon, his stomach bulged from eating snacks.

Wu Zhao wiped his mouth for someone, and tried to stop Jin An from eating so many snacks, but Jin An turned a deaf ear, just like a bear child, Wu Zhao is not very old, but he has just grown up and has no children Experience, so that the result of two people staying together is that Jin An keeps eating, keeps taking witch tricks, and is powerless to stop them.

Jin An completely forgot at this moment, how the head of the Heipi family would be in a hurry when he didn't see anyone when he returned from his busy work.

As dusk fell, there were faintly more human voices.

Because of the heat at noon, the villagers who had been hiding in their houses for a whole day came out one after another when the sun went down.

Jin An stayed upstairs all afternoon, and looked down when he heard the sound of cutting wood downstairs.

In fact, Jin An shouldn't have stayed on the second floor for so long. He should have found the right time to go downstairs to see if there was any way to get the secret recipe out of the village chief's mouth.

It's just that he is an autistic character, and if he talks too much, he will reveal his secrets. Even if he contacts too many people, it is not safe. It is obviously not a good way to take the initiative to talk to an elder who obviously doesn't like him.

Coupled with the fact that he was really made hairy by the inexplicable wriggling corpse today, Jin An wanted to take a break for the time being and think of a safer way, such as stealing something like that rich businessman.

But where is the secret recipe?If you want to steal or learn it, you have to come to the village chief's house often. After all, it is clearly stated in the plot synopsis that the clan in Gugu Village is clear, and the secret recipe is only controlled by the village chief clan...

"Let's go, we have to work tonight, I'll take you home first."

Just as Jin An was thinking, Wu Zhao, who had cleaned up the mess, looked at the sky outside, got up and beckoned Jin An to go back.

Jin An was stunned at first, not understanding what it meant to work at night, and he guessed something when Wu Zhao led him down the mountain and passed the surrounding wooden houses.

In the night that is about to spread, the villagers who are still huddled in the house during the day, the elderly or women are making drums in front of their respective doors, while the young villagers are holding sacks and a long strip The iron clip-like tool looks like it is ready to go.

Jin An instantly remembered the few villagers he met when Ye Heipi took him to carry the rich businessman's corpse in the morning, holding a sack filled with living things, and there were still things wriggling inside...

Jin An stopped, and when Wu Zhao looked back in doubt, he pointed to a young man who was cleaning up with tools.

Jin An's original intention was to test whether Wu Zhao would give him an answer after expressing his curiosity, but what he didn't expect was that his vaguely eager doubt would be misinterpreted by Wu Zhao as something else. mean.

On the mountain path, Wu Zhao looked in the direction of Jin An's white fingers, frowned at one glance, and asked Jin An, "Why do you point at him? Do you know him?"

"Or do you like it this way?"

"?"

Wu Zhao kept asking questions, but Jin An didn't understand Wu Zhao's brain circuit. When he looked at the person and wanted to continue asking, he hurriedly pulled Wu Zhao's hand and pointed his finger down at the tool.

Only then did Wu Zhao turn pale, and explained to him, "Oh, you want to ask about the tongs?"

Jin An nodded, and Wu Zhao said: "It's just for burning fire. You people in the city have never seen this before."

What Wu Zhao said, seems to imply that Jin An is an untouchable idiot, even though he is.

After Wu Zhao finished speaking, he wanted to lead Jin An to continue walking, but what Jin An wanted to ask was what they were doing with the tongs. Forced to pull people directly and ask: "He, where are they going?"

Jin An swears, this is the longest sentence he has said so far in this dungeon.

Wu Zhao was taken aback, as if hearing Jin An's voice for the first time, he instinctively replied: "So you can talk..."

"?"

I will always say ah!

……

It seems that a strange switch has been turned on. Since Jin An said that, on the way back, Wu Zhao has been pestering Jin An to make him speak and call his brother. Jin An doesn't want to call such a brat at all. Brother, I really don't want to say it, but Wu Zhao is a cheap person, and he used the answer to Jin'an's question to threaten and lure him.

Jin An, who wanted to know the reason, had no choice but to yell twice in a soft voice, but before Wu Zhao could return him, the sweaty black skin appeared out of nowhere, and he pulled it away Kam An.

"Don't shout!"

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

The author says:

Heipi: What about a silly daughter-in-law at my age? ?

It's over, Hei Pi will be angry, what will An An do?

Thanks for irrigation hehe——

感谢在2022-07-1023:22:49-2022-07-1122:27:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Qi Wu wine; Xiao Zhanshun Shunli, Mo Qian, Fei Zhai is not happy, Yan Wang series 0931, 1 bottle of my wife's rich money;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!