Mr. Yu's underwear, which was already half wet, was now completely soaked, and cold sweat poured out as if a valve had been opened.
Then the night wind blows, and the whole body becomes cold.
In Yu Laoer's heart, there was a roar in the water and land dojo: "If you hadn't heard what I said today, if Chen Gongfeng hadn't asked more, I would go back to my old wife today, and don't worry about taking this matter to me tomorrow.
I am targeting Chen Chongfeng, how dare I respond?"
Even Mr. Yu's hair was soaked now, and his gray hair stuck to his scalp one by one. His whole body was numb, and he couldn't tell whether it was from cold or fear.
"No, no, I'm just a little old man. I don't want to worship such a big shot. How could I be so deliberate?"
"Besides, it was just a quarrel between him and Chen Chongfeng. It's nothing like this. It's not like that."
"Don't scare yourself."
Yu Lao'er couldn't help comforting himself, timidly raised his head and looked again, and once again met Mo Buchou's cold eyes.
However, this time Mo Buchou spoke up: "Old Yu, do you think my words fell on deaf ears?"
"Where's the new maid?"
Old Yu shuddered with excitement and hurriedly responded. He trotted out of the pavilion in the center of the lake and walked across a small covered bridge. He tripped several times while running and almost fell into the lake.
Chen Yang didn't know how much of the scene Yu Laoer had thought about in just two moments of looking at each other. He just frowned, not wanting to worry about it.
"Don't worry, is this because you are chewing grass to get more energy?"
Chen Yang could clearly see that Mo Buchou's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, his voice was filled with excitement, his hands and feet were shaking unconsciously, and his face was glowing...
Qiu Jiansheng and Huang Fuzi moved their stone stools away from Mo Buchou with equal disgust.
The two of them also drank medicinal wine soaked in the worry-free herbs, and while drinking, they used their spiritual power to relieve the medicinal properties.
But he didn't seem to be worried. He allowed the power of the medicine to surge through his body, seeming to be intoxicated by it.
Chen Yang's eyes looked at Mo Buchou, and his eyes suddenly became a lot darker, and he thought: "I thought that this Mo Buchou, the senior brother who had the accident, and the missing worshipper Chen Wang who was not even mentioned in the sect, would be together.
It’s related to something.”
"Now it seems that this is not necessarily the case."
"Can a useless person who is addicted to even the Weeping Grass and unable to control himself really participate in the plot to seize the Qi Transmission Pill and participate in the conspiracy against the Yin Demon Sect?"
"It's not that I underestimate him, just because of him?"
Chen Yang had just passed a few thoughts in his mind when he heard noisy footsteps approaching.
Mr. Yu led two or three little girls from the covered bridge to the pavilion in the center of the lake.
The three girls are all very young and thin. From the first glance, they do not come from wealthy families, but they are the daughters of mountain people.
They are fifteen or sixteen years old at best, and they look younger than children of the same age. Because they are used to doing farm work, their skin is dark and has a healthy wheat color. Their expressions are also timid, and they are not often seen.
The way the world looks like.
What is more outstanding is his appearance.
The three little girls are all more than delicate in appearance, and their facial features are particularly outstanding. If they grew up in the city, they would at least be of a Xiaojiabiyu, the best-looking group of girls in a neighborhood.
Mo Buchou's bloodshot eyes immediately lit up when he saw them, obviously very satisfied.
To be able to find such a few small flowers in a remote place like Tonglu Mountain can only be said to be the strength of Mr. Yu, or the Yu family in the local area.
Chen Yang looked on with cold eyes, shook his head slightly, but didn't say much.
It is not necessarily a bad choice for the daughter of a mountain man to be a maid for the worshipers.
You cannot hold others to your own standards.
Chen Yang has long passed the stage of acting bravely for justice, regardless of the actual situation, thinking that he was doing good deeds, but ruining the good deeds of others.
This was evident when he saw the maid being carried up the mountain on a pole, as well as the envious tone of the mountain people such as the pockmarked old man when he went up the mountain.