Let the Villain Go - Chapter 44

Xiaojuan walked out of the room, her face was not pretty, her pretty eyes had a bruise at the corner of her eyes, and she had to put her bangs down to cover it. With a pot of ingredients in her hand, she slowly walked towards the kitchen in an unnatural manner.

Lao Zheng is a man who doesn’t treat his own woman as a human being. In his eyes, the women who cling to him eat his food and use him, which is equivalent to his personal belongings, and is a tool for him to vent his emotions and commands at will.

Secretly cursing the old and ugly man who tortured him all night, but when the girls passing by looked at the rich vegetables and white face in her hands, they showed envy and made Xiaojuan raise her head again and straighten her up. Spine.

She has the capital to feed men, so she doesn’t have to roll in the dust for three meals a day like those women did. This made her feel the pleasure of winning in her heart, and gradually forget the unknown humiliation last night.

In winter, there are really not many people who can afford to eat vegetables and white flour. Needless to say, in the shanty towns of common people, even in the tube building where she lives, which is dominated by low- and medium-level saints, it is an enviable one. thing.

She walked into the smoky communal kitchen, and put the small pot of ingredients on the stove with a show. The two sisters who were familiar with each other did not say something like “A Juan, you are so lucky. You eat so well every day.” “Xiaojuan’s man is generous in his shots, and people look jealous.” Compliments like that.

They stretched their necks reluctantly and kept peeking at a stove opposite. Xiaojuan discovered that there were inexplicably more women in the kitchen than in the past. Almost everyone is looking at that position intentionally or unintentionally.

The kitchen in Tongzilou is public. There is a ceiling above it, which is open on all sides. Underneath are dozens of earthen stoves close to each other. People in need can prepare firewood and use it at will.

In front of a stove not far from Xiaojuan, stood a strange and young man. This man is tall, tall and straight, with a dark silver mask on his face, blocking his eyebrows and eyes. The soft black cotton hat is tied to his hair, and one or two strands of hair are hanging down and slightly curled. The hair swayed slightly with the movement of his hands. He was wearing an apron with a tight waistline, and his black T-shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing two smooth, firm, fair-skinned arms.

This year, the beauty of a man lies in his dark and shiny skin, knotted muscles, and medal-like scars. It’s rare to see such a beautiful, fair-skinned, well-proportioned man, even though he hasn’t even shown his face. It has been able to attract the women in the entire large kitchen either quietly or blatantly focusing their eager eyes on him.

The beautiful slender fingers hold the knife, and along with the fast-paced thumping sound, the ingredients on the cutting board are cut into filaments by magic. He raised his hand and threw the green onion, ginger, and garlic in the oil pan, and after a burst of oil, he slapped the pot, and a tempting fragrance spread out in the kitchen with his position as the center.

In the dim kitchen full of greasy dirt, this clean-tempered man was almost like a lotus growing out of the silt, and he was so beautiful that he did not look like a man in this era.

The girl next door to Xiaojuan grabbed the food and threw it into the pot, her attention almost stuck to the other side, she had no idea what she was cooking.

“Who is this?” Xiaojuan quietly stabbed her with an elbow, and asked in a low voice.

The girl put her hand on her ear, and whispered close to her, “It’s been several days, you don’t know yet, Chu Qianxun’s man.”

Xiao Juan glanced at the man’s young, firm arm, thinking of the old man who was lying in her room with loose skin and grumpy temper, who had been talking to her all night, and who had made her cook early in the morning. I feel sour.

Especially when they find that their food is richer than their own, the word jealousy is almost written on the face.

“It must be a very low-level person, or an ordinary person.” Xiaojuan slanted her eyes and bit her ears against the girl. “Chihiro usually looks very arrogant. I didn’t expect to raise a man just as soon as I got up. No wonder Every day I go out to hunt the demon.”

The man on the opposite side quickly packed a few delicate dishes and packed them on a tray. He didn’t forget to put a dust-proof cover on it, and easily lifted it up with one hand and walked outside the kitchen door.

On the stove next to him is the famous sloppy “crazy woman” in the building. Today, she rarely **** her bird’s nest-like hair and washed her face, making her look neater.

When Ye Peitian passed her side, she was a little rushed and too nervous, and accidentally turned a pot of freshly cooked bean paste off the stove. The chunky body fell back in a panic, the hot peas overflowed from the bowl, and it was about to be poured all over her.

A hand stretched out from her, supported the bottom of the bowl, magically took back the bean porridge in mid-air, and put it back firmly on the stove. The man even had time to withdraw his hand and hold the mad woman again. Zi’s ​​elbow stabilized her Hou Ang’s body. And he held his tray firmly with five fingers of his left hand, and the bowl on it didn’t even shake.

Most of the people who can live in this kind of tube building are middle and low-level saints. Naturally, you can tell at a glance. Although Ye Peitian’s hand looks easy, it is actually not easy. It is by no means just a “little white face” who sells his colors for a living.

The freckled face of the mad woman was rarely red, and she, who had always been sharp-toothed, tweaked and thanked her.

Ye Peitian let go of her elbow, nodded, did not speak, and stepped away.

He used to resist the excessive approach of others, and the little beggar who threw on his leg would be thrown away by his neck. The warbler trying to stick up, he overreacted and pushed people into the ditch.

Now, because of the warmth, his awkward social phobia has finally begun to get better.

Ye Peitian lowered his head and looked at his palm. He was happy because of his change, and walked quickly upstairs with his long legs.

Wanting to open her eyes in the morning, the first person Chihiro sees is herself, she wants to have breakfast with her, and then ask for a good morning kiss from her.

As soon as Ye Peitian left, the entire large kitchen buzzed and exploded.

“Is that the man from Chu Qianxun? Where did she find it? The dishes are so delicious. I come to the kitchen early every morning to see what he does today.”

“Do you know what time Chihiro is living now? The house is cleaned spotlessly every day, and the three meals are changed for her to eat.” The mad woman looked at the figure that quickly disappeared at the door, and bit on the dirty one unwillingly. Handkerchief, “You ask why I know? That man came to me to buy things from the first day he came here. What broom and rag, soap basin, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He also asked about the preferences of the dead woman Chu Qianxun. Oh, I’m no worse than Chihiro, why can’t I run into such a good man.”

“I think I should work harder, and raise myself up a little bit.” The girl next to Xiaojuan looked out the door in a daze.

“Me, so do I. If I could raise a man like that, I would work harder every day.” Another girl picked her up.

“Good-looking, well-built, good cooking, and considerate. I’m really jealous.”

“Don’t say it, you have to dare to fight like Qianxun, go out hunting demon every day, wait for the ranks to rise all the way, and have the strength, you can also pick men like this. Instead of letting men pick yourself.”

“Wearing a face mask, how do you know if you are handsome?” Xiaojuan said sourly, “Maybe the mask is taken off, it looks scared to death.”

Xiaojuan has a beautiful appearance and is very popular with men. Naturally, she is not very popular among women. Soon, there was a mocking laugh in the corner, “No matter how bad it is, it is better than finding an old man. Hehe.”

Hearing this, she was so angry that she almost lifted the white flour in her hands, but thinking that the bad-tempered man in the room had waited too long and didn’t dare to delay any longer, she had to swallow her anger and start cooking first.

Chu Qianxun didn’t know that the women in the building were talking about her half-hot.

When she got up in the morning, when she opened the door, she saw the sweetheart who was knocking on the door with breakfast, so she smiled and stretched out her head and gave him a good morning kiss first, and pulled him into the house.

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In those big cities of the golden age, because of the dense population, the number of monsters born was also huge. After being abandoned, there are still many monsters staying in them. Therefore, these places have become battlefields for the hunters to pursue wealth or ruin their lives.

At this moment, in the abandoned street, a demon hunting team quickly climbed onto the roof of the building, quietly watching a battle that took place not far away.

“Look there, Tier 6 monster. It is only a woman who is dealing with it.”

“Are you single? One person singles out a Tier 6 monster. How many tiers does she have? At most Tier 5, which is too reluctant.”

“She’s critical, the fifth-order critical state, and the wind-based ability that can be used for both long-range attack and close combat. It is still possible to face such a slow-moving monster.” The only man in the team who reached the sixth level said, “This This kind of monster can be solved by one person.”

He didn’t want to let his only comrades in arms think that he was inferior to a Tier 5 woman. In fact, if he was asked to face a monster of the same rank alone, he would not dare.

In general knowledge, humans are not as powerful as monsters of the same rank. The tactics adopted by most people are to use human-specific team cooperation to besiege monsters to win. Not to mention leapfrog one-on-one monster.

“She is really handsome. I really like this young lady.” The girl with healing powers in the team looked at the battlefield with bright eyes, “but why is the man next to her just standing and watching?”

“Probably it’s from the auxiliary system. I don’t have much fighting ability. These days, there are more men and women who rely on women for their abilities.”

“Should we invite them to go to the Lair of the Blasphemer? With the addition of the wind saint, the mission will be safer. Even the bounty will be divided into two people.”

“No need, desecrators are nothing, the highest level will not exceed the sixth level, I have killed several. You just follow me.” The sixth-level fighter slapped his chest and beat the ticket, cheering for the temporarily recruited team members.