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Chapter 4 Outbreak of Rage

In the past, Lin Mu rarely came to the Miscellaneous Pavilion. He never imagined that Lin Xiaowan would be treated like this here.

The angry flames erupted like a volcano in an instant, pouring out crazily with the force of the earth shattering.

"Stop!" Lin Mu kicked the door open violently, veins bulging on his forehead.

The middle-aged woman is none other than Zhao Fang, the manager of the Miscellaneous Pavilion.

She was startled when she heard the loud shouting, but when she found out that the person coming was Lin Mu, her expression suddenly became disapproving, and she said angrily: "Oh, it turns out to be Young Master Lin."

If this had been another Lin family disciple, she would have immediately flattered him right now.

But Lin Mukong had an identity, wanted status but not position, wanted strength but not strength, so she didn't take him seriously at all.

"Young... Young Master." Lin Xiaowan lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes with his little hands, as if he felt guilty.

When Lin Mu suddenly appeared, the first thing she thought of was not complaining or complaining, but feeling guilty for hiding her situation from Lin Mu.

Heartache!

Sad!

Lin Mu knew Lin Xiaowan so well, but he didn't know what she was thinking. His heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and it stung extremely.

His sanity almost collapsed, Lin Mu's eyes turned red, like an enraged lion, he stared at Zhao Fang and roared: "Bitch, you are looking for death."

boom!

The spiritual power instantly gathered in his palm and he patted Zhao Fang.

But this palm did not hit Zhao Fang, but was stopped by a burly young man.

"Lin Zhaojun?"

Looking at the young man, Lin Mu's eyes narrowed and he said in a cold tone: "Get out of the way. I won't argue with you about the past, but if you stop me today, you will bear the consequences."

Lin Zhaojun, the son of Lin Anfu, the chief steward of the Lin Mansion, and his former younger brother.

When his father Lin Nan was still alive, Lin Zhaojun was in front of him every day, flattering and flattering him. However, after his father disappeared and his status plummeted, Lin Zhaojun immediately changed his face and took refuge with his cousin, Lin Feilong, the son of his fourth uncle.

"You are responsible for the consequences? Oh, I'm so scared. Young Master Lin spoke to me in this tone again." Lin Zhaojun patted his chest, then spat, "Trash, you should wake up, do you think

Are you still the young master you were before?"

"People used to let you go because they were afraid of your father. Unfortunately, the third uncle has disappeared. Now you are a loser and say it yourself. Without your father's protection, what else do you have to be proud of?"

Seeing Lin Zhaojun's disgusting face, Lin Mu wanted to step on him, but in the past few days, he had experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and knew that some of what these people said was right. He was indeed not the eldest son of the Lin family, and he would only suffer the consequences.

.

Lin Zhaojun is a fourth-level warrior.

Zhao Fang also echoed from the side: "What a bullshit young master, he still needs to be supported by a maid, he really treats himself like a green onion."

When Zhao Fang's words came out, not only Lin Zhaojun's eyes revealed a teasing look, but even the servants around him shook their heads and looked at Lin Mu with strange eyes.

"What do you mean?" Lin Mu was stunned.

"Does this maid give you one hundred copper coins every month?" Zhao Fang said with a playful look on her face, "Do you know what her monthly salary is?"

Lin Mu realized something was wrong at this time, and his voice was a little dry: "Isn't it two hundred copper coins?"

Because Lin Mu wanted to practice cultivation, his second aunt also deducted his resources, and the monthly schedule was not enough. For this reason, Lin Xiaowan would give him one hundred copper coins every month.

He couldn't refuse, and he thought that Lin Xiaowan's salary was two hundred copper coins per month. After all, this was the standard salary for handymen in the Lin Mansion, so Lin Xiaowan gave him one hundred copper coins every month, and he accepted it.

But Zhao Fang's tone and the looks in others' eyes made Lin Mu's face darken. He thought that if he, a young master, had his monthly salary deducted, how could Lin Xiaowan, a maid who was closely related to him, be safe and sound!

"Hahaha, the eldest young master condemns me. You yourself are not very noble. You don't even know that your loyal maid only has a monthly salary of one hundred copper coins."

Zhao Fang laughed disdainfully, what a bullshit young master, he had to rely on his own servants to support him, and his life was not as good as that of his manager.

"Xiaowan, you..."

Lin Mu was shocked again and looked at Lin Xiaowan with complicated eyes. This silly girl only had a monthly salary of one hundred copper coins, but she gave all of it to herself.

This means that apart from the food and accommodation provided by the Lin Mansion, Lin Xiaowan doesn't even have money to buy clothes.

"Master, I'm fine." Lin Xiaowan's voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Hmph, don't act stupid here and go work for me."

Zhao Fang had no sympathy at all. Although she despised Lin Mu, Lin Mu's identity was there after all. She did not dare to scold him openly, so she had no scruples about Lin Xiaowan.

Lin Mu suppressed his anger. With Lin Zhaojun here, he calmed down and stared at Zhao Fang: "What do you want Xiaowan to do?"

"Kill a hundred fish." Zhao Fang chuckled, "This is a task assigned by the second mistress. If you delay, this humble servant will suffer. Not to mention this month's salary, next month's salary will also be deducted.

."

After being beaten up by Zhao Fang just now, Lin Xiaowan didn't react much. However, when he heard that his salary would be deducted, he immediately became anxious: "I'll go, I'll go right away."

"Wait a minute." Lin Mu suddenly said.

"Young Master, face is important, but money is more important. If you don't work, you still want to get money?" Zhao Fang thought that Lin Mu had lost face and wanted to stop Lin Xiaowan from working.

"Master, you don't have to worry about me. I do chores every day and I'm used to it." Lin Xiaowan also said quickly.

Lin Mu ignored Zhao Fang and touched Lin Xiaowan's little head distressedly: "I'll go with you."

"How can this be done? Master, you have such a noble status, how can you do odd jobs like me?" Lin Xiaowan shook his little hand non-stop.

Others also stared wide-eyed, and Lin Zhaojun even deliberately exclaimed loudly: "What? Did I hear you right? The eldest young master is going to do those menial chores that only a handyman can do?"

"Lin Zhaojun, Zhao Fang, you two bastards, I'll put up with it for now. When I improve my cultivation, I'll beat you to death."

Lin Mu was furious, but now he could only endure it and looked at Lin Xiaowan seriously, "Xiaowan, you don't believe the young master? Listen to me, you are right."

"good."

Seeing that Lin Mu was so serious, Lin Xiaowan couldn't refuse, and nodded heavily, feeling extremely touched that the young master was willing to do chores for him, and everything he did for the young master was worth it.

Amid countless eyes watching the show, Lin Xiaowan took Lin Mu to the breeding farm in the backyard of the Zaiyong Pavilion.

"Master, if you feel it's dirty, just stand outside and I'll do it." Fang Hu said stupidly, looking at the dirty floor.

"You've come, there's no point in just looking at it and not doing it."

Lin Mu couldn't wait to see the fish in the farm. He urgently wanted to know whether killing fish could absorb life force in the same way as killing crabs.

At the beginning, he was a little unfamiliar. Even though he was a second-level martial arts disciple, he had never killed anything except the Cordyceps accidentally injured since he was a child.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaowan was there to guide him, and he finally succeeded.

The palm of his hand was slightly heated, and a feeling a thousand times stronger than killing a crab quickly entered his body from Lin Mu's palm.


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