Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Xue Ming woke up in a daze, his hands were tightly tied behind his back with a hemp rope, and he turned his body slightly, pulling his neck in pain.

"Hiss..." He gritted his teeth and got up and sat on the ground. Last night, that person hated him to the bone, and the hammer almost broke his neck.

The old injury was not healed and a new injury was added, he closed his eyes, but fortunately Xue Jiming's body was really resistant to beatings, and he didn't get hit well.It's just that when he thought of that wild voice last night, his heart felt agitated.

Two strands of aura rushed in his body, Xue Ming ignored the pain in the back of his neck, and gritted his teeth to suppress Xue Jiming's aura.The anger rose violently and rushed directly to his heart. When Xue Ming grabbed his hands, the hemp rope was torn apart at his wrist.

He covered his chest and hit the ground with a fist, and the ground made a crackling sound, as if it was about to split.Then that force attacked again and again, Xue Ming's eyes were piercing, his fists landed, his body suddenly moved forward, a wave of gangster energy hit the wall heavily, the soil fell to the ground with a splash, and then the ground creaked.

Xue Ming looked coldly at the rapidly freezing ground and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly to the sunken wall: "Xue Jiming is because you didn't keep your promise."

Although the main force of that Qi was weakened, it stopped attacking.But it was still stirring his internal organs and six lungs, complaining that he didn't take revenge for himself.

squeak-

The door was slowly pushed open, Xue Ming's eyelashes trembled, staring at the crack, he saw a pair of bony hands grabbing the door frame.

no!He closed his eyelids, listening to the creaking noise of the wooden door, his eyebrows fluttered faintly impatiently.

"Come in!"

The hand holding the wooden door froze for a moment before she opened it. A thin woman with a yellowish complexion leaned on the earthen wall, hunched over and tremblingly walked in with a bowl of rice in her hand.

There is no such woman in Xue Jiming's memory, but her figure resembles his grandmother very much.There was a trace of pity in Xue Ming's heart, and his tone was not so cold, "You sent someone to kidnap me?"

"I'm sorry, cough, that's my son." The woman's body was very weak, she coughed and panted after she finished speaking, and held her chest for a long time before she could say the second sentence, "It was my son... who tied you up. "

"Huh?" Xue Ming leaned on the firewood stick, "Then why did your son tie me up?"

"My son... Cough! Cough!" The woman covered her chest with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, coughing non-stop, as weak as a piece of paper, and she looked at Xue Ming pleadingly, "My son is here to treat my illness. I tied the wrong person."

Seeing her coughing, Xue Ming frowned, and then looked down at his clothes, which he asked Xue Yougui to take off when he left Xue's house.He vaguely remembered that when the hammer went down, the man did say Xue Yougui's name.

The woman started to cry when she mentioned her son, tears welling up one by one, "My son works for Xue's family, and the old lady Xue dragged Ping'an's two taels of silver wages and refused to pay. Thinking of a way to kidnap people, in order to ask Mrs. Xue for money."

Safety?

"Your son's name is Song Ping'an?" Xue Ming grasped the key point.

"It's my son. I'll apologize to you for him. It's my fault!" Song's mother wiped the tears off her face with her sleeve, and continued choking on seeing him unmoved, "It's all my fault, I didn't Stop Ping An, your lord has a lot, please let Ping An go!"

Although Xue Ming is not a good person, he is definitely not a hard-hearted person. When she was about to kneel down and beg, he stopped her and said, "Since it was a misunderstanding, let him apologize."

After speaking, his neck began to falter again, clamoring for his kindness.Mother Song's tears didn't stop when she heard her words, she covered her mouth and coughed and pointed to the rice on the ground, "I'll ask him to apologize, you're hungry, eat a little quickly."

It was already noon since he was beaten, and he fought fiercely with Xue Jiming for a while, his physical strength had already been exhausted, so he didn't politely pick up the bowl on the ground without her.

Due to his self-cultivation, he slowly picked up the green vegetables on the rice and put them into his mouth. He took two bites of the tender vegetables, and his mouth was full of the aroma of the vegetables.With a narrowing of the corner of his eyes, the green vegetables slipped down his tongue and fell into his stomach, and his stomach was instantly satisfied.

People who have experienced the end of the world have long forgotten delicious food. These days, when he makes food by himself, his stomach has long resisted the order.He glanced at Mother Song who was suppressing her cough, and asked, "Did you do this?"

"Mother!" The voice of the visitor was high, attracting the attention of the two people in the room.

The visitor was in his early twenties, he was dressed in gray cloth, with a white cloth scarf around his waist, and the scorching sun was behind him.Beads of sweat hung on his tight muscles, he took big steps, stared at Xue Ming with his dark eyes, and a rough and mellow voice rang in Xue Ming's ear: "Mum, why did you let him go?" gone?"

The full forehead is connected to the hairline, sticking to the outline of hard bones, exuding sweat-smelling anger.

The moment Song Pingan stood in front of him, there was a rush of heat, a pair of hard eyebrows squeezed between them, the slightly flat jaw closed, and the sexy slightly thick lips opened and closed: "Hmph! There is no one in the Xue family who is good. thing."

Yeah!This is the tune!

With just his stare, Xue Ming's whole heart was beating violently, his eyes couldn't move away from him, the ice could be melted by his anger, and he secretly thought that Xue Ming's appearance was worse than his own. It's a big cut, but it's considered first-class, and he should be able to hook him.

"What are you watching me do!" Song Ping'an was agitated by his fiery gaze.

The corner of Xue Ming's lips twitched, showing a completely different smile from just now, "I'll just look at you!"

"Bah! Uneasy and kind!" Song Pingan rubbed his fist fiercely, his tight muscles stretched into a straight line.

Wild!

Xue Ming's eyes were unscrupulous, from his eyes, nose, lips, neck...even his penis, and he was fascinated instantly.

"Fuck! Where are you looking?" Song Pingan rushed forward in three steps, and was about to land a fist on his nose.Song's mother pulled his sleeve and scolded: "Peace! Stop!"

The fist was stopped just an inch from the tip of Xue Ming's nose. When he looked up, he could see Song Ping'an's chest rising and falling due to his efforts to restrain himself. on his own nose.

This is refreshing!

Song Ping'an gritted his teeth in anger, and let out his breath, "I will let you go this time."

"Ping'an, please apologize to Master Xue. Master Xue has promised that as long as you apologize, you will forget the past!" Song's mother was out of breath, and would faint at any time, "Ping'an, just listen to Grandma this time. stop!"

"Mum, the Xue family doesn't have a good thing, and I won't let him go if he can't get the wages!" Song Pingan helped Song's mother up, and stared at Xue Ming fiercely, "I don't believe that they will let the past go, my mother Don't listen to him, they will come and find fault with me."

Xue Ming enjoyed the bowl and continued to eat. It didn't matter to him whether he apologized or not. After all, there was someone who saw him right, and he was determined!

"Peace!" Mother Song shouted, and shook off her hand, "Apologize quickly and let Master Xue let you go!"

"Aunt, don't be angry, I'll take you back to your room to rest, and I'll make medicine for you!"

Song's mother grabbed his hand, "Ping'an, you listen to your mother, we can't mess with the Xue family, Ping'an!"

"Okay! Okay! I apologize, I'll carry you back to the house first!" Song Pingan quickly squatted on the ground, squinting at Xue Ming.

"You go back to the house first, I believe that Ping'an will come and apologize to me!" Xue Ming raised an eyebrow at Song Ping'an's big eyes ambiguously, "Right, Ping'an!"

"Hey, call me Song Ping'an!"

Xue Ming mouthed two more words, "Peace!"

Song Ping'an kicked his foot on the ground frantically, and slapped his clenched fist on his thigh. With great difficulty, he managed to get rid of his anger, and picked up the coughing mother Song on his back.

Xue Ming shouted into that generous shoulder: "Song Ping'an, remember, my name is Xue Ming!"

After speaking, he picked up the bowl and ate the rice, gracefully wiped the rice grains from the corners of his mouth, and shaved the hair on his forehead to the back of his forehead.

With the sound of "bang", Song Ping an aggressively kicked the door open, and shouted at him: "I will let you go now, get out!"

Xue Ming got up and flicked off the dust on his clothes, and said in a natural way, "I'm not leaving!"

"What?" Song Ping'an frowned, looked at his face several times, made sure he had heard correctly, and said, "What are you planning?"

Xue Ming really wanted to say, "I'm counting on you", but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept it for a while and felt that he was frivolous, so he changed his words and said, "I was injured, you have to take responsibility."

"Girl, I just beat you like that!" Song Pingan couldn't bear to men with thin skin and tender flesh who didn't work, especially a bullying young master like him.

"Well, so you have to be responsible for me, and you have to take care of me until I recover from my injury." Xue Ming said cheekily without blushing.

"Fuck!" Song Ping'an clenched his fist and grabbed his collar in three steps, "I warn you, don't push yourself!"

Xue Ming looked at his fist, sighed, and said in his heart, "I knew I should undo three buttons!"

Xue Jiming's body was already weak, and Song Ping'an picked him up easily, "Get out or not!"

Xue Ming frowned, contemptuous of this body.Too weak, he shook his head and said firmly, "It's not impossible for me to go if you want."

"Dog skin plaster!" Song Pingan let go of his hand impatiently, and then touched his hand in disgust, "What conditions?"

"Kiss me!" Xue Ming pointed at his own cheek, and smiled triumphantly, "Here it is!"

"Bah!" Song Ping'an slammed his fist on his fair and tender face, cursed in a low voice, and angrily slammed the door away.

"Broad shoulders, narrow waist and raised buttocks, it's really tempting to commit crimes!" Xue Ming rubbed his swollen face and "tsk tsk" twice.