On the Sanli slope outside the city, the bright moon hangs high, reflecting a person's shadow.

Niu Erhu has been waiting for a long time.

He was waiting for the mysterious reporter as agreed.

The cold wind blew the undissolved snow and whirled on the ground, drilling into his trousers. He shivered so cold that he poked his hands into his sleeves, bowed his body and shrank into a ball, still feeling extremely cold.

He walked around the place, touching his left foot to relieve the cold and numbness, and at the same time he kept looking around, looking nervous, worried, and a hint of expectation.

The mysterious reporter sent a total of three shadow stones.

The first shadow stone made him promoted by the manager to be the head of the boss, which made others envious. The second and third shadow stone made him more respected, became the trusted person of the manager, and had his own independent office house and a maid served him.

The maid may have given birth to a child secretly, so her waist is a bit thick, but her skin is fair and fine, and she can play with her. She is also very sexy in secret. She usually serves and serves him in the office house.

So Niu Erhu cherishes his current life very much. He knew that it was dangerous to go to the appointment tonight, but he still came, but a knife buried in the snow, a hidden weapon hidden in his sleeve, and a dagger soaked with poison under his trousers.

"call"

It was like a gust of wind blowing, and Niu Erhu felt his breathing stagnation, and a figure had appeared in front of him, only three feet away from him.

"you……."

Niu Erhu's throat was dry and his heart was shocked. This person was a human or a ghost, and his body movements were so fast.

His heart was raised in his throat and he stared at the person coming in front of him.

He was wearing night clothes, covered with his face, and a knife slapped around his waist. His eyes were very cold, so he stared at him without blinking.

Niu Erhu felt a stern. He had seen such a look, which was a look that had killed people and blood.

At this time, someone came to speak.

"Niu Erhu, thirty-two years old, married, has stinking feet, and snores when sleeping."

"My wife, Zhao, cleans the guest rooms at Home Inn. **Full, White Tiger, and Juicer, three times a night."

"The adopted son Niu Dalang, eight years old, with double eyelids, three spirals on the top of his head, the son of Lao Wang next door, with short left leg, long right leg, walking on the slope, and now he is studying in Chang'an Private School."

"Family address: No. 302, Hutongkou, Chengnanxiang, Chang'an, ancestral home is Niutou Village, parents..."

The person who came spoke, his voice was hoarse, and the words fell into Niu Erhu's ears, but it made Niu Erhu's whole body cold and his whole body tremble.

This person... this person... actually investigated him so clearly!!!

Could it be that he is from Dali Temple?!

thump!

Niu Erhu kneeled.

"Master... Sir, what instructions do you have? Please give me the command, and the ox will definitely follow it!" Niu Erhu's voice trembled, and he felt that the person in front of him was extremely unpredictable, and he was afraid and awe.

"In the future, all Shadowstones will be published to you. Be sure to handle and operate them well. If there is a problem, you will definitely kill the ends of the world and the sea!"

"Yes, yes! The calf must obey the adult's instructions, and the calf will do everything."

Niu Erhu hurriedly nodded and replied, and at the same time informed him of the location of his new office house in detail, and specifically stated that the office house has windows and can be reported at any time.

"Yeah, not bad..."

This sentence came to his ears. When Niu Erhu raised his head, the fields were empty and dark, and there was no sign of people. He was shocked and afraid.

That person is really like a ghost. There is such a person with such a great light skills in the martial arts world!!

He dug out a knife buried in the snow and smiled bitterly. If this person really wanted to kill him, he would have no power to resist. When he recalled what the person had just said in his mind, Niu Erhu's expression suddenly frozen.

"The man just said, my son is an adopted son? He is eight years old, with double eyelids, three sons on his head, the son of Lao Wang next door? Lao Wang... Lao Wang... Wang Dekai?!! He? He! He.........?!"

Niu Erhu's face was serious and he thought about every detail carefully.

"My wife was born prematurely and was nine months pregnant and gave birth to a baby. I went to work in another place in the two months before the ninth month. At that time... at that time there was no one at home, so I asked Wang Dekai next door to take care of my wife."

"Is it...that's that time?! Ah-! These two adulterers **!!!"

Niu Erhu was so angry that he roared to the sky, his eyes were red, and the cold wind poured into his chest, but he couldn't feel the coldness, because his heart was even colder, and his family's juicer actually had fun with other men, went to squeeze the juice from other men, and gave birth to children. He raised himself for eight years!!! But he was an adopted son!

He held the knife, red eyes, and ran angrily on the wasteland, like a crazy bull, rushed back home quickly. The moment he pushed open the door, the familiar and warm smile of the juicer.

"Oh, why are you doing so urgently? It's so cold outside. Look at your face is blue..." said a short and fat woman, with a smile on her face, and apron on her waist. She had a hot breakfast on the table.

As she spoke, she walked over, stretched out her chubby hand, covered Niu Erhu's face, which was blue in cold, and then gently and slowly rubbed it to evade the chill on her face. The air that was spitting out from her mouth penetrated Niu Erhu's nose, familiar and warm.

"Silly, what are you looking at?! The child is still there, waiting for tomorrow night..." The woman glanced at Niu Erhu, smiled shyly, slapped him gently, and said, then took off his hat and fed a basin of water for him.

"Come and wash. The water that just boiled is hot, so it will drive away the cold." The woman said.

Next to him, the eight-year-old Niu Dalang ran over and laughed: "Dad doesn't wash, I'll help him wash... Wow, the water is so hot, so comfortable!"

Niu Dalang took a hot towel and walked to Niu Erhu, tiptoed to wash Niu Erhu's face, but he was still young and only eight years old, and could not reach Niu Erhu's face, so he couldn't help but pout.

Niu Erhu's nose was sore, his eyes suddenly became hot, tears filled his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He squatted down, picked up Niu Dalang, and when he turned around, he hugged the juicer tightly again.

"From the future, live a good life. The child is still young and the road is still growing!" Niu Erhu said, his voice choked.

The woman was stunned, and glanced at the house next door, and a look of self-blame and pain flashed across her face, and she whispered: "Erhu, there is one thing I have always wanted to tell you, Dalang is actually..."

"I won't say it anymore, it's all over. Let him go over the past. Isn't it good now..." Niu Erhu reached out to block the woman's mouth.

The woman's eyes were red and tears filled her eyes, and she hugged Niu Erhu tightly.

Niu Dalang squeezed into his parents' arms and blinked. When Niu Erhu was not paying attention, he reached into his chest with his little hand, grabbed a handful of dark chest hair, and couldn't help but giggle.

In the room, the oil lamps were jumping and the lights were swaying, reflecting the shadows of the three people, pulling them very long on the ground.
Chapter completed!