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Chapter 400: Extra, husbands are not human! 66
Liu Qingcong composed herself, but still fearful in her heart, she slowly approached the axe, as if facing a poisonous snake and beast. She suddenly held the ax handle, measured the weight of the axe, and then slowly lifted it.
Look at the standing firewood being chopped.
"Crack!" A small wooden pile miraculously split into two pieces, and she felt joyful in her heart. It turned out that this is how chopping firewood works. She continued to chop it one by one, and looking at the firewood, she thought of the ugly Ximen Xuemei.
With such a face, she secretly said in her heart: Ximen Xuemei, I will chop you to death, I will chop you to death...
That night, when Liu Qingcong finished chopping all the firewood, it was already past dinner time, and all the doors in the dining room and fire room were closed. She had no choice but to go back to the room, stroking her belly with her chest pressed against her back.
She lit the candle, rolled up her trousers, and her knee was damaged from the fall. Her flesh and blood were bruised and painful. She chewed the leaves she picked in the yard and applied them to the wound. The pain made her burst into tears and she couldn't help but scream.
After applying the medicine, she bandaged it with rag strips. Then she saw that her hands were covered with large and small blisters. She was not only in pain, but her heart was also cold to freezing point.
She leaned on the bedside, thinking of her own experience, and burst into tears. She asked herself a thousand or ten thousand times in her heart, "Why should I stay here? Do I have to stay here? If not, how could I go?"
Where?"
Closing her eyes and cutting away her tears, she murmured: "Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It's the hardest time to breathe when it's warm and then cold again..."
Suddenly there was the sound of slight footsteps coming this way, and then there was a gentle knock on the door, "Xiaoqing, it's me, Qijun. Are you asleep?"
Hearing his voice, Liu Qingcong felt warm in her heart, "Master, it's so late, is there anything wrong?"
Feng Qijun asked outside the door: "Can I come in and talk about it?"
Liu Qingcong pondered for a moment, then finally stood up and opened the door, "Come in."
Feng Qijun sat down and said, "I couldn't sleep tonight and went out for a walk. I walked here and saw that the light in your room was still on. I wanted to chat with you."
"Actually, I was just getting ready to sleep. It's getting late now. Master, you should go back and rest early."
"Then I won't disturb your rest. Remember the practice method I taught you. You can't be lazy. You can't be opportunistic when practicing Qing Gong." He said as he walked out.
"I know." Liu Qingcong sent him out of the door. Suddenly she felt dizzy and weak, and almost fell down. Fortunately, Feng Qijun held her up.
