Chapter 17

The lazy voice outside the door answered, "I, Ma Er!"

I don't know why. Xiao jiante doesn't want to see Ma Er. Maybe it's because he's working with this guy in this shady business. He has a sense of panic and fear in his heart. For a girl, calculate Wang Tiezhu. I don't know if it's worth it.

However, thinking of Wang Tiezhu's virtue of putting his glasses on the top of his head, Xiao Jian was a little relieved. This kind of thing deserves to die. It's a good thing to drink Hu Cuihua.

Xiao Jian hummed: "here we are." Open the door and let ma er in. Ma er smiles to Xiao Jian: "brother, what's the matter?"

Xiao Jian looked at Ma Er's big yellow teeth. He was bored and disgusted again for no reason. He said patiently: "everything is ready, I'll send you to light the fire. Make a statement in advance. I'll finish it here. I can't help you with anything else. "

Ma er said with a smile: "that is, that is. In fact, I just want to say goodbye to you. In the future, treat Cuihua well, and I'll be able to leave with peace of mind. I've decided that I'll send Wang Tiezhu to see him tonight. "

Ma er nodded: "it's a long night, and Cuihua is crying at home. If I'm dallying, I'm not going to do it. Let's go, brother. Let's go to my house. Our brothers are having a drink at last. It's over. Cuihua, please. After that, let's send my brother on the road. "

Listening to ma er's words, Xiao Jian was also sad. Xiao Jian said, "second brother, why are you suffering? There's really no other way?"

Ma er shook his head firmly: "I've been planning for a long time. Besides, I'm dying of this disease. There is no nostalgia. The only purpose is to kill Wang Tiezhu. I'll close my eyes. "

Xiao Jian felt sad and said that Wang Tiezhu deserved what he had done. As the saying goes, the evils of heaven can still be accepted, and he can't be abused. Wang Tiezhu paid for what he had done in the past.

Two people have been drinking until late into the night. After sending Hu Cuihua to the West Wing room, ma er drinks the last glass of wine with red eyes. He picks up the axe he has already prepared and says to Xiao Jian, "brother, in the future, Cuihua will be handed over to you. Brother is gone!"

Ma er doesn't wait for Xiao Jian to speak. He rushes out of the house with an axe and disappears on the Tunxiang road along the river, which is shrouded in the night. He follows the wall and touches Wang Tiezhu's house.

Xiao Jian looks at Ma Er's disappearing back, and his heart beats in horror. Is a murder case involving himself going to be staged soon? Is it right to do it yourself?

But in the current situation, it's done. Xiao Jian shakes his head. Let him go. Man's life is doomed. He is just a leader when he crosses the bridge. Even if he doesn't have himself, I'm afraid Ma Er will try to kill Wang Tiezhu. Xiao Jian can only comfort himself in this way.

In the west chamber, Hu Cuihua was crying.

Xiao Jian thought for a moment and went to the west chamber.

Thinking about this, the closer he came to the room, Xiao Jian felt his heart beating fiercely. His heart fire gradually rose, and he knocked on the door of the West Wing: "it's me, Xiao Jian!"

When the door opened, Hu Cuihua was crying like a tearful person. She hugged Xiao Jian and cried even louder.

Xiao Jian patted Hu Cuihua on the back and said, "sister-in-law, don't cry. I'm here, I'm here...".

Moreover, she also discussed with Hu Cuihua for a long time, but Hu Cuihua did not comment. It's acquiescence. Anyway, to be alive is a kind of torture for ma er. What's the point of being alive? It's not fashionable to be a eunuch now.

This matter has been settled, ma er's life, there are not many days, sooner or later is dead, horizontal or vertical is dead, simply, killed Wang Tiezhu, Hu Cuihua has no objection to this.

Although several years of torture, Hu Cuihua has no feelings for ma er for a long time, but after all, it's a couple's kindness for a hundred days, ma er suddenly wants to die, Hu Cuihua's heart is still very uncomfortable.

Hu Cuihua was held in her arms by Xiao Jian, sobbing like a little girl who lost her toy. Xiao Jian knew that he couldn't say anything at this time, so he had to pat Hu Cuihua on the back and gently.

When Xiao Jian was patting Hu Cuihua, he could hear the voices of people outside. The cries of fighting the fire came one after another. The dogs in the whole village began to bark wildly.