Chapter 988
"Daughter in law, I'm sleepy and tired now. I don't want to fool around with you. Just be quiet."
Fang Yuan murmured, still closed his eyes, raised his hand on her daughter-in-law's leg, and instinctively touched it along the yearning.
Just like when his daughter-in-law lived with him, she was used to putting a leg around his waist, Fang Yuan's action has become a habit.
When he grasped a flexible one with a little force, his daughter-in-law trembled slightly, made a trembling nasal sound, raised his arm into his armpit, and put his left hand around his chest, just like a koala clinging to a tree.
Fang Yuan really wanted to talk to Yue WanChen. She hoped that she could secretly tell him what she knew for the sake of everyone who had fooled around before.
But he was too sleepy, and his sleep came like the tide, which soon completely submerged him, making a uniform light snore, and a little saliva came out of his half open mouth, looking like a baby.
The world was completely quiet. Yue WanChen slowly opened her eyes, raised her head, stretched out her hand and gently opened the curtains.
Through the curtains, she saw the cold moon rising at this time.
As the light blue curtains were opened, the moonlight gently sprinkled on the square face, plated him with a layer of light silver luster, and looked very quiet for women.
Yue WanChen looked at this familiar face, stayed stunned for a long time, sighed faintly, and said in a very low voice, "you shouldn't have come here."
"I'll go wherever I want. No one can control it. No one can control it."
Mobei stood in front of a malnourished curved tree and looked at the thin shadow in front. His eyes squeezed into a line because of obesity opened slightly, and there was a flash of fluorescence.
Compared with Mobei Bei, who has a figure like an elephant, the dark shadow opposite her, which is one and a half meters tall and weighs more than 30 kilograms, looks even smaller.
However, Mobei didn't. because this man was very humble, he rolled over like a bulldozer. Although he said it easily, his nerves had tightened all over his body and looked like a great enemy in the dark.
The thin figure opposite is a woman, an old woman.
The idiom "he FA Tong Yan" is used to describe the elderly over 70. It sounds a bit free and easy.
However, the appearance of the old woman opposite is not worthy of this idiom. The crane hair is crane hair, but there is no matching child face. The skin is like chicken skin, which has been wrinkled by the knife of years.
Women are old, that's it.
An old man of this age should wear coarse cloth clothes, pull his sparse white hair behind his head into a small book, close his toothless mouth, sit on the pony at the root of the wall, with a kind smile on his face, look at the little grandson around her, and recall her youth.
She has lived long enough to thank fate and the world, turn all her thanks into kind eyes, look at everything she can see, and wait for the moment when her eyes are closed forever.
The old woman didn't do that.
She was old enough, and her skin was covered with old plaques. Her lips were covered with blood like lipstick, with only a layer of leather wrapped rouge on the cheekbones.
She didn't wear that kind of old coarse cloth coat. It was a bright red bride's wedding dress. She wore a small bun with sparse white hair, and inserted a big red flower more red than lipstick.
Can you imagine a thin, old lady dressed as an 18-year-old bride who can be blown away by a gust of wind?
Especially in the forest at one o'clock in the morning, do you think of that terrible old witch?
That's what Mobei thinks.
She shouldn't have looked at the old witch, but there was no disgust in her eyes, let alone love, only the calm that even she didn't expect.
This is the first time Mobei looks at people with this mentality after he weighs 300 kg.
She recovered her self-confidence from the old woman: finally, a woman more disgusting than her appeared.
"Ge, Ge, Xiao Bei, my mother-in-law won't let you go behind this wall for your own good."
You can't imagine that an old woman's laughter would be so crisp and pleasant like a silver bell.
What you can't stand most is that she still has Lin Zhiling's coquettish affectation in her voice.
If you close your eyes to listen to this sound, it may be an enjoyment, but when you open your eyes and see its owner, you will feel sick.
Mobei is not disgusting.
She didn't know what was disgusting after she watched her beautiful body gradually turn into a fat pig.
At most, after the old woman finished laughing, she would disdain to curl her mouth: "grandma white, how long are you this year?"
"Annoying, is a woman's age casually inquired about?"
The white mother-in-law with a black walking stick in her right hand raised her left hand and covered her toothless mouth. After being coquettish and angry, she said, "fortunately, we are all acquaintances. I don't care about your rudeness -- I'll be 23 in 17 days."
"Oh, really?"
Mobei raised his feet and walked slowly forward for two steps, then stopped: "but you seem to have lost a hundred? The 123 year old witch doesn't hide in your world to enjoy happiness, but comes here to play tricks. Is this to scare people to death? "
The smile on mother-in-law Bai's face disappeared.
Like all women who don't want to be said to be old, she is now angry. Although her voice is still so clear and disgusting, it is very cold: "north desert, I say again, I'm still 17 days away, only 20 or 123 years old!"
"Get out of the way. You should live until your birthday."
Mo Beibei raised his feet again, walked three meters in front of mother-in-law Bai, stopped and looked down at her slightly.
There is no doubt that mobeibei, who is already nearly 1.7 meters tall and currently weighs 300 kilograms, is like a mountain in front of the thin mother-in-law Bai.
A meat mountain, just jump up and jump down, you can smash mother-in-law Bai into the ground and have a comminuted fracture.
Mother-in-law Bai did not retreat at all. She stood there with crutches in her hands, looked up at her slightly, smiled again and said, "Xiao Bei, I grew up with you. I also taught you your Kung Fu from the age of eight to eleven. Although you are great now, are you sure you can beat me? "
Before Mo Beibei could say anything, mother-in-law Bai said faintly, "you can make waves on earth with your invincible ability. But in my old man's eyes, these are vulnerable. "
Mother-in-law Bai said and gently paused her walking stick.
The walking stick made a slight click, and a curved blade about five centimeters long protruded from the upper and lower ends.
The blade was shining by the rising moon (in the forest, the moon would not shine below, but the tree crowns in the poison area were sparse). It didn't send out any soul-stirring cold awns. Instead, it was dark and looked like a rusted sickle.
Seeing the two black sickles on the walking stick, Mobei's fat on his face trembled and subconsciously retreated two steps.
Her instinctive action in fear satisfied mother-in-law Bai. She slowly raised her walking stick and gently stroked the blade with five fingers of her left hand like chicken feet. She looked like a man comforting his 18-year-old lady: "Xiao Bei, should you know this sickle?"
"This, this is the sickle of death."
Mobei swallowed and spitted hard, with a vibrato in his voice.
In that world, there is a live fire mountain pass.
In the active crater, there is always boiling magma, which can emit the hot light like the sun.
The magma is a special mineral that only exists in that area. Up to now, I don't know how many years it has been "cooked".
Just like the molten iron in modern iron making blast furnace, as long as it boils for a long time after reaching the boiling point, all impurities will evaporate and the purest refined iron will be smelted.
These two seemingly insignificant sickles are made of unique "refined iron" that has been boiling in the active crater for many years without any impurities.
Sharp, these two words are far from describing its sharpness.
Of course, this fine iron was not "fished" by anyone from an active crater up to kilometers deep, because nothing can be melted when it is close to boiling magma.
These refined iron were smelted again after being cooled after being erupted before there were creatures in Jiuyou world.
In the smelting process, I don't know how much effort and time it took to make the refined iron into the shape of a sickle.
The dark sickle seemed to have no edge, but mother-in-law Bai seemed to dance her crutch at will. The sickle below swept over a brick sized stone under a tree without any stagnation -- the stone was cut into two pieces.
Cutting iron like mud is not a skill. You have to cut stones like tofu, which is the real sharp blade.
The black sickle is worthy of the name "death sickle". Mobei has a special body that cannot be penetrated by bullets. In front of these two sickles, it is no different from the leather cut by the knife.
When relying on invulnerable invincibility can no longer play a role, Mobei can't be afraid.
Mother-in-law Bai retracted her five fingers like chicken feet and said calmly: "twenty five years ago, the man who had borne the evil barrier of Bai Hong thought he could deal with us after stealing 21 kilograms of refined iron from Jiuyou world and making seven strange knives -- ha ha."
When mother-in-law Bai smiled, Mobei said, "he doesn't know that the fine iron he took away is only some defective products. You deliberately stole it by him in order to test his loyalty to his wife."
"Of course."
Mother-in-law Bai said leisurely, "when he stole the refined iron, if Bai Hong didn't kneel on the ground and plead bitterly, and take the child in his stomach as an example, how could we allow him to leave easily?"
Mobei was silent for a moment and said, "it's not easy for him to leave. Otherwise, he wouldn't be dead now. "
"But he lived 23 more years after all."
Mother-in-law Bai pursed her shriveled mouth and said with a smile, "but what you said is also right. In those 23 years, he was always suffering from the pain of autopsy, which is better than death."
"By chance, I once heard my wife talking to herself."
Mobei sucked his nose, looked up at the moon and said, "she really loves him and really wants to grow old with him --"
As soon as she said this, she was coldly interrupted by mother-in-law Bai: "hum, Bai Hong is always a woman's view. She knew that the reason why the evil spirit was with her was to peep into the fine iron. She didn't love her at all. She was still so infatuated. At the beginning, if we hadn't been doing things secretly, the Kunlun Mo Dao made from the refined iron stolen by the evil spirit would have cut off your head! "
Fang Yuan murmured, still closed his eyes, raised his hand on her daughter-in-law's leg, and instinctively touched it along the yearning.
Just like when his daughter-in-law lived with him, she was used to putting a leg around his waist, Fang Yuan's action has become a habit.
When he grasped a flexible one with a little force, his daughter-in-law trembled slightly, made a trembling nasal sound, raised his arm into his armpit, and put his left hand around his chest, just like a koala clinging to a tree.
Fang Yuan really wanted to talk to Yue WanChen. She hoped that she could secretly tell him what she knew for the sake of everyone who had fooled around before.
But he was too sleepy, and his sleep came like the tide, which soon completely submerged him, making a uniform light snore, and a little saliva came out of his half open mouth, looking like a baby.
The world was completely quiet. Yue WanChen slowly opened her eyes, raised her head, stretched out her hand and gently opened the curtains.
Through the curtains, she saw the cold moon rising at this time.
As the light blue curtains were opened, the moonlight gently sprinkled on the square face, plated him with a layer of light silver luster, and looked very quiet for women.
Yue WanChen looked at this familiar face, stayed stunned for a long time, sighed faintly, and said in a very low voice, "you shouldn't have come here."
"I'll go wherever I want. No one can control it. No one can control it."
Mobei stood in front of a malnourished curved tree and looked at the thin shadow in front. His eyes squeezed into a line because of obesity opened slightly, and there was a flash of fluorescence.
Compared with Mobei Bei, who has a figure like an elephant, the dark shadow opposite her, which is one and a half meters tall and weighs more than 30 kilograms, looks even smaller.
However, Mobei didn't. because this man was very humble, he rolled over like a bulldozer. Although he said it easily, his nerves had tightened all over his body and looked like a great enemy in the dark.
The thin figure opposite is a woman, an old woman.
The idiom "he FA Tong Yan" is used to describe the elderly over 70. It sounds a bit free and easy.
However, the appearance of the old woman opposite is not worthy of this idiom. The crane hair is crane hair, but there is no matching child face. The skin is like chicken skin, which has been wrinkled by the knife of years.
Women are old, that's it.
An old man of this age should wear coarse cloth clothes, pull his sparse white hair behind his head into a small book, close his toothless mouth, sit on the pony at the root of the wall, with a kind smile on his face, look at the little grandson around her, and recall her youth.
She has lived long enough to thank fate and the world, turn all her thanks into kind eyes, look at everything she can see, and wait for the moment when her eyes are closed forever.
The old woman didn't do that.
She was old enough, and her skin was covered with old plaques. Her lips were covered with blood like lipstick, with only a layer of leather wrapped rouge on the cheekbones.
She didn't wear that kind of old coarse cloth coat. It was a bright red bride's wedding dress. She wore a small bun with sparse white hair, and inserted a big red flower more red than lipstick.
Can you imagine a thin, old lady dressed as an 18-year-old bride who can be blown away by a gust of wind?
Especially in the forest at one o'clock in the morning, do you think of that terrible old witch?
That's what Mobei thinks.
She shouldn't have looked at the old witch, but there was no disgust in her eyes, let alone love, only the calm that even she didn't expect.
This is the first time Mobei looks at people with this mentality after he weighs 300 kg.
She recovered her self-confidence from the old woman: finally, a woman more disgusting than her appeared.
"Ge, Ge, Xiao Bei, my mother-in-law won't let you go behind this wall for your own good."
You can't imagine that an old woman's laughter would be so crisp and pleasant like a silver bell.
What you can't stand most is that she still has Lin Zhiling's coquettish affectation in her voice.
If you close your eyes to listen to this sound, it may be an enjoyment, but when you open your eyes and see its owner, you will feel sick.
Mobei is not disgusting.
She didn't know what was disgusting after she watched her beautiful body gradually turn into a fat pig.
At most, after the old woman finished laughing, she would disdain to curl her mouth: "grandma white, how long are you this year?"
"Annoying, is a woman's age casually inquired about?"
The white mother-in-law with a black walking stick in her right hand raised her left hand and covered her toothless mouth. After being coquettish and angry, she said, "fortunately, we are all acquaintances. I don't care about your rudeness -- I'll be 23 in 17 days."
"Oh, really?"
Mobei raised his feet and walked slowly forward for two steps, then stopped: "but you seem to have lost a hundred? The 123 year old witch doesn't hide in your world to enjoy happiness, but comes here to play tricks. Is this to scare people to death? "
The smile on mother-in-law Bai's face disappeared.
Like all women who don't want to be said to be old, she is now angry. Although her voice is still so clear and disgusting, it is very cold: "north desert, I say again, I'm still 17 days away, only 20 or 123 years old!"
"Get out of the way. You should live until your birthday."
Mo Beibei raised his feet again, walked three meters in front of mother-in-law Bai, stopped and looked down at her slightly.
There is no doubt that mobeibei, who is already nearly 1.7 meters tall and currently weighs 300 kilograms, is like a mountain in front of the thin mother-in-law Bai.
A meat mountain, just jump up and jump down, you can smash mother-in-law Bai into the ground and have a comminuted fracture.
Mother-in-law Bai did not retreat at all. She stood there with crutches in her hands, looked up at her slightly, smiled again and said, "Xiao Bei, I grew up with you. I also taught you your Kung Fu from the age of eight to eleven. Although you are great now, are you sure you can beat me? "
Before Mo Beibei could say anything, mother-in-law Bai said faintly, "you can make waves on earth with your invincible ability. But in my old man's eyes, these are vulnerable. "
Mother-in-law Bai said and gently paused her walking stick.
The walking stick made a slight click, and a curved blade about five centimeters long protruded from the upper and lower ends.
The blade was shining by the rising moon (in the forest, the moon would not shine below, but the tree crowns in the poison area were sparse). It didn't send out any soul-stirring cold awns. Instead, it was dark and looked like a rusted sickle.
Seeing the two black sickles on the walking stick, Mobei's fat on his face trembled and subconsciously retreated two steps.
Her instinctive action in fear satisfied mother-in-law Bai. She slowly raised her walking stick and gently stroked the blade with five fingers of her left hand like chicken feet. She looked like a man comforting his 18-year-old lady: "Xiao Bei, should you know this sickle?"
"This, this is the sickle of death."
Mobei swallowed and spitted hard, with a vibrato in his voice.
In that world, there is a live fire mountain pass.
In the active crater, there is always boiling magma, which can emit the hot light like the sun.
The magma is a special mineral that only exists in that area. Up to now, I don't know how many years it has been "cooked".
Just like the molten iron in modern iron making blast furnace, as long as it boils for a long time after reaching the boiling point, all impurities will evaporate and the purest refined iron will be smelted.
These two seemingly insignificant sickles are made of unique "refined iron" that has been boiling in the active crater for many years without any impurities.
Sharp, these two words are far from describing its sharpness.
Of course, this fine iron was not "fished" by anyone from an active crater up to kilometers deep, because nothing can be melted when it is close to boiling magma.
These refined iron were smelted again after being cooled after being erupted before there were creatures in Jiuyou world.
In the smelting process, I don't know how much effort and time it took to make the refined iron into the shape of a sickle.
The dark sickle seemed to have no edge, but mother-in-law Bai seemed to dance her crutch at will. The sickle below swept over a brick sized stone under a tree without any stagnation -- the stone was cut into two pieces.
Cutting iron like mud is not a skill. You have to cut stones like tofu, which is the real sharp blade.
The black sickle is worthy of the name "death sickle". Mobei has a special body that cannot be penetrated by bullets. In front of these two sickles, it is no different from the leather cut by the knife.
When relying on invulnerable invincibility can no longer play a role, Mobei can't be afraid.
Mother-in-law Bai retracted her five fingers like chicken feet and said calmly: "twenty five years ago, the man who had borne the evil barrier of Bai Hong thought he could deal with us after stealing 21 kilograms of refined iron from Jiuyou world and making seven strange knives -- ha ha."
When mother-in-law Bai smiled, Mobei said, "he doesn't know that the fine iron he took away is only some defective products. You deliberately stole it by him in order to test his loyalty to his wife."
"Of course."
Mother-in-law Bai said leisurely, "when he stole the refined iron, if Bai Hong didn't kneel on the ground and plead bitterly, and take the child in his stomach as an example, how could we allow him to leave easily?"
Mobei was silent for a moment and said, "it's not easy for him to leave. Otherwise, he wouldn't be dead now. "
"But he lived 23 more years after all."
Mother-in-law Bai pursed her shriveled mouth and said with a smile, "but what you said is also right. In those 23 years, he was always suffering from the pain of autopsy, which is better than death."
"By chance, I once heard my wife talking to herself."
Mobei sucked his nose, looked up at the moon and said, "she really loves him and really wants to grow old with him --"
As soon as she said this, she was coldly interrupted by mother-in-law Bai: "hum, Bai Hong is always a woman's view. She knew that the reason why the evil spirit was with her was to peep into the fine iron. She didn't love her at all. She was still so infatuated. At the beginning, if we hadn't been doing things secretly, the Kunlun Mo Dao made from the refined iron stolen by the evil spirit would have cut off your head! "
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