Chapter 689

"Oh, please be gentle. My old bones are going to make you fall apart." Dad Tashi took back his eyes from Li Qing, took a breath of air conditioning, spoke a very non-standard Mandarin, and his tone was quite strange.

"We live here, please." Qian Liming said loudly.

Old Tashi's mouth and calloused fingers pulled out his ears: "keep your voice down, I'm not deaf."

Qian Liming looked embarrassed, smiled, squinted at the tall and thin man around him, and looked like a teacher asking questions. Seeing that the tall and thin man was excited all over, he hurriedly said to father Tashi: "Dad, this is our big boss. You didn't forget the conditions I talked with you before?"

"I haven't forgotten. Don't see that I'm old and not confused." father Tashi said, reaching out and pointing in one direction. "Those stockaded villages are empty. Take them and let them live there."

"As for you..." father Zhaxi looked at Li Qing again and knocked the cigarette pot on the door frame. "My conditions here are better than other people. I live here. It's very humid in Longxi when it's dark. It's bad for my health. Come in quickly."

Li Qing and Feng Yucheng looked at each other and knew that Zhaxi's father was not an ordinary person. The reason why they were allowed to live in their own house was that they saw some details of Li Qing and didn't trust them. They wanted to keep an eye on them so as not to have branches outside the Festival.

In a remote Hakka stronghold, suddenly a group of heavily armed mercenaries came, mixed with top experts who can't touch the details. No one dare take it lightly. So Li Qing could fully understand it. He smiled gently and took several people into the room.

Qian Liming stayed at the door and explained a few words to the tall and thin man. Then he smiled and turned into the house. He took the door and said to father Tashi, "uncle, we have wounded people here. The bullets have not been taken out. Can we deal with them?"

Father Tashi nodded, turned to the shelf, took a candlestick, and shouted out of the window, "Caiyun! Caiyun!"

"Ah." there was a clear and pleasant response outside. After a while, the door was pushed open with a creak. With a light bell, a 16-year-old girl ran in.

The little girl was born with water and delicate skin. She wore two pigtails, thick eyebrows and two big eyes. Bai Nen tied a string of small bells on her wrist, bare her jade arms, wore embroidered fine grain clothes, and surrounded her lower body with a short skirt of the same material. She was barefooted and full of wit and vitality.

As soon as the girl came in, almost everyone in the room couldn't help breathing. It was like a fresh cool wind blowing into the room, and she felt comfortable all over. Her eyes fixed on her delicate figure and couldn't move away any more.

"Why do girls run around all day?" Dad Tashi scolded angrily, and then said, "someone was shot here. I'm old and my eyes are bad. Please help me deal with it."

The girl called Caiyun answered softly, took the candlestick from father Tashi's hand, lit it on the table, tilted her small head and looked at several strangers in the room: "who's hurt?"

"I was injured and shot in the abdomen," Li Qing replied.

Caiyun stretched out his tender white hand and patted on the couch in front of him, pretending to be a mature adult: "come here and lie down and let me have a look."

Li Qing sipped, walked over in the envious eyes of several brothers behind him, and lay on the couch.

Caiyun looked at Li Qing, suddenly opened the corner of his mouth, smiled sweetly, and revealed two small tiger teeth. The outsiders in the house, Feng Yucheng, are old and prudent. He has a wife and a daughter. When he sees Caiyun, he only feels cute, like his own daughter. But the other guys seemed to be fascinated by ghosts. They just felt their hearts pounding and their cheeks were hot. They just looked dull.

After a few people were stunned, they were ashamed. They had seen the world, and their determination was nothing to say. But I never thought that I would be fascinated by a 16-year-old girl in a strange and remote place.

Qian liming was the most unbearable. He just felt itchy and couldn't sit still any longer. He leaned forward to the couch, stared at Caiyun's white and tender jade neck, and asked with a smile, "what can I do for you?"

Toot his mouth, Caiyun twisted his face, raised his finger and pointed to the wooden frame on the opposite wall: "bring me the gray cloth bag on the shelf."

"Ah." Qian Liming nodded quickly, ran to the wall, took the gray cloth bag out of the shelf, held it in his hand and went to the couch.

Feng Yucheng, sitting on the rattan chair to rest, glanced at Qian Liming's big stomach, and felt a burst of anger in his heart. How dare a bear like Qian Liming be interested in a young girl? What a toad wants swan meat!

While Qian Liming passed by, Feng Yucheng suddenly pretended to be careless and stretched out a foot. Qian liming was about to float. Naturally, he didn't notice Feng Yucheng's small movements. He tripped and fell to the ground with a loud bang. I don't know what the hell was in the gray cloth bag. It directly rushed at Qian Liming's face, which made his face dark as if he had just climbed out of the stove.

"Cough, cough..." Qian Liming coughed. He reached out and wiped his face. Looking up, he saw Feng Yucheng's cold face. He was so frightened that he broke his neck and shrunk. He didn't dare to say a word. He didn't even dare to pick up the bag. He honestly got up from the ground. Master Deng noticed that Feng Yucheng was angry. As for why they are angry, they are not fools and can guess. Feng Yucheng is colder than anyone and harder than anyone. However, he also has a weakness, that is, he is surprisingly protective of children. In his own words, only children in the world are not guilty. When they grow up, they will be guilty. Although Caiyun is 16 or 17 years old, he is still a child in the eyes of Feng Yucheng, who has reached middle age. Naturally, he does not allow these brothers around him to look at her with greedy eyes. Even the stupid head of the Qin and Wu dynasties can figure out that Qian Liming is such a smart person, how can he not guess? So Qian Liming turned to one side and sat down. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. Together with Deng Shiwen, Yang, Qin and Wu dynasties, they all lowered their heads honestly, aimed at their toes and pretended to doze off. Father zagu lit another pot of cigarettes, smoked, sat on the small stool in the corner, narrowed his eyes and aimed at these people in the room, looking inexplicable. Seeing Qian Liming's ashen face, Caiyun couldn't help chuckling. Then she took out an exquisite knife from the small pocket between the willow waist, turned her head and blinked her big eyes around the house. Then she found that the gray cloth bag was still on the ground and no one paid attention to it. She was a little annoyed. She stood up and said, "you don't care. I'll come by myself." she went straight over and bent down to pick up the bag, Dissatisfied glanced at Qian liming, and then walked back. "Hey, hey!" Qin Wu Dynasty didn't mind watching the excitement. He patted Qian liming on the shoulder and joked, "the little girl is staring at you." "don't make trouble." Qian liming was full of black lines and moved impatiently to one side. He unbuttoned Li Qing's clothes. Caiyun looked at the swollen wound on Li Qing's abdomen and couldn't help taking a breath. His good-looking eyebrows twisted up: "it's so serious. How can you bear it?" "it's OK." Li Qing smiled. "OK, what's good." toot his small mouth. Caiyun reached out and gently pressed around Li Qing's wound. "Does it hurt?" Li Qing grinned: "you touch me a little itchy..." "it's not serious at all." Caiyun turned his eyes. "I'm going to do it, you can bear it." Caiyun carefully cut Li Qing's swollen abdominal wound with a knife, Black pus and blood flowed out in an instant. The bleeding was absorbed with a towel, and Caiyun brought a basin of warm water with an enamel basin to carefully clean the wound for Li Qing. Jade hand fumbled in the embroidery pocket for a while. Caiyun took out a pair of tweezers and a sewing bag, which surprised Li Qing. I don't know how the little girl took so many things out of such a small pocket. He twisted his head and looked behind him. Caiyun picked up a wooden stick and handed it to Li Qing: "here." "hmm?" Li Qing said one thing. There are tooth marks on the stick. He couldn't help turning blue. "Why?" "bite it. I'm going to take the bullet. I'm afraid it hurts too much. You can't stand it." Caiyun said seriously. Li Qing pulled at the corner of his mouth and shook his head again and again: "it's all right. Just start." he hummed softly, and Caiyun whispered, "I've dealt with such bullet wounds. I don't know how many, most of them are not as serious as you. Up to now, I haven't seen anyone who can stand it. It's not a good thing for you to think clearly. If you bite your tongue at that time, you can't blame me." Li Qing turned his eyes: "little girl, you have a lot to say..." OK, OK, whatever you want. "Caiyun threw the stick back on the table, then pressed Li Qing's wound and said in a warning tone," be honest and don't touch. "" I touch you? How old are you? "Li Qing looked like a ghost. You are really beautiful, But it's too tender, isn't it? Young master, I'm not an animal. I'm not interested in underage girls. Seeing Li Qing's inexplicable expression, Caiyun's pretty little face couldn't help blushing: "what do you think? I'm not talking about that kind of unclean thing. Some injured people don't care what they touch, grasp what they touch, and pull my hair." this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.