The more Xue Pan talked, the happier he became. He didn't notice that Xiao Han's face next to him had turned purple, and he had the intention of turning it into black.
No need to ask, there is no one else but him who has bad ideas!
"These little bastards are totally rebellious! Look at me tomorrow if I don't tell my husband: The mind is clearest in the morning, and memorization is the best! Why don't students memorize one more article every morning..."
The resentment expressed by the petty Xiao Han is powerful!
So much so that in the courtyard wall, the doll who was eating steamed buns and practicing Chinese calligraphy could not help but tremble with his hands.
And on the tip of the brush he grabbed, the huge drop of ink also dropped on the table, and it had already filled most of the paper.
On the empty street, the cold night breeze blew over, mixed with the sound of a baby crying in pain. Xue Pan shivered from the cold and stretched out his arms to hug his arms.
"Xiao Han, it's a little cold, let's go back."
Xiao Han was still immersed in the pleasure of plotting. When he heard the voice and looked at Xue Pan's appearance, he immediately took off his clothes and put them on her without even thinking about it.
After all, Xiao Han was almost spoiled by this scene whether he saw it in a movie or a novel, so much so that now he has formed a conditioned reflex.
However, Xiao Han seemed to have forgotten one thing.
He usually only wears a long gown in Zhuangzi. If he takes it off, there will really be nothing left...
"Ah, bad guy, what are you doing?!"
Sure enough, just when Xiao Han reached out to pull his belt, Xue Pan couldn't help but cover his eyes and scream.
At this time, Xiao Han's hand was still holding the belt, and he looked at Xue Pan stupidly and said: "I, I want to give this to you..."
When Xue Pan heard this, his face turned red to the root of his neck, then he stomped his feet heavily, turned around and ran away: "Bah, you are a disciple, shameless!"
Behind, poor Xiao Han looked at Xue Pan running away and cried without tears: "Why is my grandma so shameless? Don't I just want to put some clothes on you? Isn't that how it is played on TV?
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"Hangchi, bangchi..."
Xiao Han was still standing by the persimmon tree and secretly regretting it, when suddenly there was a sound coming from the corner of the road, as if someone was snickering.
"Who? Who's there?!"
He was so angry that he was talking about Xiao Han like this!
He tied up his belt haphazardly, unscrewed a persimmon from the tree, and looked angrily in the direction of the sound!
At the corner of the road, a charming woman with a smell of smoke all over her body slowly walked out. Looking at Xiao Han holding up the persimmon, she couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
"Hey, why is it you?!"
Seeing this woman's appearance bit by bit, Xiao Han couldn't help but take a breath, put down the persimmon and looked behind her!
Sure enough, there was another thin man following him out, but when he was blocked by the bright and beautiful woman in front of him, he looked inconspicuous, just like a passerby A or B.
"Hey, Lord Marquis still remembers us. The Nu family thought that you just dumped us in Hebei and then stopped caring about our lives~"
The woman smiled like a flower at Xiao Han, and her voice was soft to the bone. But deep in her peach blossom eyes, there seemed to be a trace of fear hidden there.
Xiao Han crossed his arms and looked at the woman as if he were looking at a stone. He slowly said: "It would be better if I forget you. Those who miss you can probably use their bones to beat drums, right?"
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The woman's smile faltered at Xiao Han's words, but she quickly looked like she was about to cry: "Why did Xiao Hou say this? Does the slave family have such a vicious heart in your mind?"
"Okay!" Seeing the woman like this, Xiao Han couldn't help but waved his hands irritably: "Stop pretending, it's not the first time I've met you, and it's not like I don't know what you've done. Let your boss speak out."
"you!"
The woman looked completely angry now, glaring at Xiao Han angrily, her eyebrows raised!
"Ling'er, stop playing tricks with him, you are no match for him yet." Just when the woman looked like she was about to explode, the inconspicuous man behind her suddenly spoke.
"Jun Mo..." The woman named Ling'er seemed to listen to the man's words. Although her moving face was still a little unconvinced, she still took two steps back and stood behind the man, making a small face.
The appearance of a daughter-in-law.
The man stroked the woman's hair lovingly, then raised his head and looked at Xiao Han and said softly: "Xiao Hou, after two years of separation, how are you doing?"
Xiao Han looked at the man and sneered: "Haha, I'm okay, just the same as before! But I heard that a while ago, more than ten people died in Guangping Fucheng, and there was also a fire, which caused uproar throughout the city.
Everyone is panicking! I think this matter has something to do with you."
"Oh? You mean those dozen scoundrels? Well, it was indeed me who did it."
Somewhat beyond Xiao Han's expectation, the man didn't make any excuses for Xiao Han's questioning, but accepted it very casually!
It was as random as if the dozen or so people who died were not humans, but sheep that had been kept in captivity.
Xiao Han took a deep breath, stared at the man and said slowly: "It's been two years, why haven't you changed at all? Are you still so cold-blooded?!"
But the man shook his head: "The difference what Xiao Hou mentioned is that I have changed in the past two years. At least before, I killed people regardless of whether they were good or bad. Now I only kill bad people."
"Oh?" Xiao Han smiled coldly when he heard this: "Bad people? How do you know they are bad people? In this world, those who do bad things are not necessarily bad people! Those who do good things are not necessarily good people."
The man looked at Xiao Han and nodded as if he agreed with what he said: "You are right. People who kill people like me are not necessarily bad people!"
"you……"
Xiao Han almost laughed out of anger at the man's words. After taking a few deep breaths, he said to the man: "I'm talking about other people! Don't always put gold on your face! Your hands are already full of dirt."
People with blood cannot be washed away no matter how much they do in this life, they can just wait until they die and go to hell."
"oh……"
Hearing this, the man thought thoughtfully, then looked at Xiao Han and said: "I just killed dozens of people, and you say I'm going to hell. Then what are you doing?"
Thousands of people were killed at once on the battlefield, where should you go?"
"Where did you hear that?!"
Xiao Han's eyes narrowed suddenly, and his hands were clenched into fists so hard that his knuckles were even a little white from the force.
The man raised his hand and shook it: "Don't get excited, I didn't want to investigate you, but we accidentally met a person in Chang'an and heard what he said."
"Who?!" Xiao Han took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.
The man smiled, stretched out two fingers and rubbed them in the air.
