Ning Xi saw that he had read a book. If his brain didn't break, he would definitely not marry her stupid son.

What if you want to escape?

"Well, mom, after tonight, I'm all from the Li family. Are you afraid that I will run away?"

Ning Xi's eyes were red with grievance, his mouth was flattened, and he was sobbing.

"Why are you crying on a happy day?

OK, I'll let your husband take you to the yard now, but it's auspicious time to go at 7 o'clock in the evening, so don't miss this hour!"

Aunt Li said, and called Uncle Li and Dasha.

When Dasha saw Ning Xi, she suddenly thought of some bad scenes. She shouted that there was a ghost and hid behind Mr. Li.

Uncle Li slapped Dasha in the face with annoyance: "Idiot, this living person is not a ghost!"

"It's just a ghost, there are ghosts..." Dasha repeatedly shouted.

Aunt Li pointed to the shadow on the ground: "Look at her having a shadow, this is your wife. You will have a baby with her tonight!"

"..." Dasha saw that there was really a shadow on the ground, and tentatively stepped on her feet. She found that Ning Xi did not show the terrifying eyes before. She suddenly became a little bolder. She bit her index finger on her right hand and shouted silly: "I have a baby, I will have a baby tonight..." Mr. Li pulled Dasha to the door and reminded: "Remember, if this girl dares to run around, you will beat her, beat her to death, knock her out and drag her home, and she can still have a baby at night, do you know?"

Dasha laughed: "It's like hitting a mouse to death, I know."

Aunt Li helped Ning Xi up and handed it to Dasha.

"Just stroll around the yard and don't get out of our sight."

Dasha seemed to have never smelled the faint fragrance of gardenia on Ning Xi, and she blushed for a while: "Wife, I want to accompany my wife and have a baby tonight, hehe..." Ning Xi resisted the urge to kick him away, and Xiao Yingying asked him to help him go shopping nearby.

She didn't want to escape, but just wanted to prepare for the escape and tonight... Jiaoshan Village.

Jiaoshan Village is indeed well-known. Even with locals leading the way, it is still difficult to move forward.

On the one hand, because the terrain here is too complicated.

On the other hand, because there is a small town nearby, the vigorous development of industry has led to the excessive emission of harmful gases, and the nearby air is extremely bad.

At night, the weather changes slightly and becomes foggy, which is rich and lasts for a long time, seriously affecting the vision.

The helicopter was even more unable to fly and was forced to stop in place to wait for instructions! In the end, Zhan Hanjue drove himself, took Ling Zhe to take the lead, and the large army followed later.

Fortunately, the locals are still familiar with the terrain here. Under his guidance, even though they were in danger several times and almost overturned, they finally arrived in Jiaoshan Village safely.

"Mr. Zhan, this is the territory of Jiaoshan Village. I asked someone to inquire about it. Miss Dong should have been bought by the old bachelor and son in the village."

The local guide pointed to the village where he couldn't see clearly.

In the white fog, there are occasionally a few orange lights that penetrate the fog.

There are only a few households.

"Do you know which family is the old bachelor's father and son?"

Zhan Hanjue asked in a deep voice.

The locals nodded: "I know, I'm on the mountain there, not far..." "Lead the way ahead!"

"Come with me..." Since it was evening, there were not many people coming and going in the village, and the fog was covered. It was not until the bachelor's father and son were taken out of the quilt by A Che and fell to the ground that he later shouted, "Damn, who are you?

Do you dare to trek into my house and live impatiently?”

The middle-aged man cursed and pointed at Zhan Hanjue angrily. When he saw Zhan Hanjue and Ling Che's full of resentment, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

Then, he saw the locals leading the way: "Who am I supposed to be? It turns out that he is Lao Liu's son! Oh, after working outside for a few years, he went back to his hometown to bully your elder brother...ah!"

Before the man finished speaking, a wooden chair suddenly hit his head hard, causing him to scream in a shrill voice.

"What are you doing to hit someone?

Boy Sun, what are the foreigners you brought to do? If you don’t get out, I will call someone-"Zhan Hanjue didn’t listen to any threats. Thinking of Dong Xiangyu’s dying appearance, he swung the wooden chair in his hand and continued to smash it on the man’s head! Then... The man was beaten to the ground and ran back and forth, and then he got up and fell.

After several cycles, the man asked for help from another sixty-year-old man.

"Dad, come and save me-" The old man's face was dirty by the blood from his son's forehead. He stayed for several seconds before he came to his senses. He realized that it was wrong. He didn't care about his son and ran out: "Come here, help, someone from another village broke in and murdered... Um!"

Before the old man finished speaking, Ache kicked him to the ground and didn't wake up for a long time.

Seeing that his father fainted, the middle-aged man became even more panicked and kept begging Zhan Hanjue for mercy: "Good man, please spare me, I don't know Mount Tai. Do you want money?

Our family’s money is in the cubicle behind the toilet, I…ah!”

Zhan Hanjue was like a machine without emotions, and he used the chair in his hand to smash the man crazily.

The chair was completely disintegrated, and only one leg of the chair was left in his hand... "I'll ask you to answer. If there is a sentence, I'm not satisfied with the answer. This chair will be your end tonight."

Zhan Hanjue's voice was so cold that it was not at all warm, as if it was from hell.

The man nodded like a dog: "Yes, yes."

"Raise your head!"

Zhan Hanjue said coldly.

The man looked up tremblingly and saw Zhan Hanjue holding a photo in his hand.

"Do you know this dress?"

When the man saw this set of clothes, he suddenly realized that these people were avenging Dong Xiangyu! His back suddenly felt cold! Dong Xiangyu was not dead?

"The ears are deaf?

I'm asking you!"

The man's nose and face were swollen, curled up in pain, and he nodded quickly: "I know, my wife has worn this dress."

"Where did the clothes come from?"

Zhan Hanjue asked again.

"I picked it up by the river. I saw that the clothes were quite new, so I picked them up and put them on Xiangyu. Brother, who are you from Xiangyu?

Is she okay now?

I have been my wife for so many years, and I have been sincere to her. You must not listen to her slander me..." Zhan Hanjue kicked me directly when he heard this, and rushed straight into the man's heart.

"You are not worthy of mentioning her name. If you say one more word, I will let you meet the King of Hell now."

The man spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and crawled on the ground. He didn't recover for a long time. He was covered in blood and nodded barely.
Chapter completed!