A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

How to get along with husband and wife, Chi Xiao recalled the experience of previous masters carefully, and it was difficult to determine for a while.

But after realizing that the other party was hungry, he stood up with his sleeves up and his eyes flashed: "I'll go out."

"Okay, be careful."

Shu Ange was uncomfortable, and when he heard that Chi Xiao was leaving, he was somewhat relieved.

Suddenly there was a sword spirit husband, and she always had to slow down and put her thoughts into order.

Chi Xiao is really an excellent person, not to mention his radiant appearance as bright as a spring and autumn moon, he was able to massage her injured feet with dignity and dignity, which moved Shu Ange very much.

It is difficult for a woman to not care about her appearance at all. Even if she is as free and easy as Shu Ange, when Chi Xiao shows her favor, she will worry about whether he will mind the scars on her face.

But he didn't. In his eyes, she had many advantages, and the flaws in her appearance were completely ignored.

Stomach growling, Shu Ange closed his eyes, absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth earnestly, and relieved the hunger that was stronger than a while.

Based on what she knew about the Song family, they would never be kind enough to give her food, they would definitely starve her, hang her, and slowly torture her.

Therefore, she must become stronger, Shu Ange concentrates fully, recites the formula in her heart, and allows the spiritual energy to swim in the limbs and bones, widening the extraordinary meridians and eight meridians.

After only half an hour of effort, Shu Ange, who was absorbing spiritual energy, noticed that there was an extra sense of consciousness in the firewood room.

She opened her eyes, and Chi Xiao used lotus leaves to fill the fragrant and fragrant fruits, and stood quietly not far away.

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

"It doesn't matter, are these for me, thank you."

It feels so good to have someone give it to eat, and I don't know where Chi Xiao got the lotus leaf, and the fruit with such an attractive color.

He bent his knees and knelt in front of Shu Ange and handed the lotus leaf to Shu Ange: "Try it, the fruit that humans and small animals like very much."

The previous words were okay, but a small animal was added at the back, which made Shu Ange inexplicably feel that Chi Xiao was cute.

She held the lotus leaf in both hands, the fruits of various colors had been washed, and Chi Xiao was still very careful.

Shu Ange picked one and tasted it. The juice was overflowing, sweet and refreshing, quenching thirst and hunger.

After eating all the fruits, Shu Ange smiled and said, "Thank you for finding something to eat for me."

Chi Xiao put away the lotus leaves, stretched out his sleeves and wiped the juice remaining from the corners of his lips for Shu Ange. His movements were not gentle, and his expression was still cold.

"This is what I should do."

Shu Ange looked up at Chi Xiao, her sweet smile reflected in his deep pupils.

Chi Xiao's heart slammed, and there was a shallow joy, although he didn't understand it, this emotion was called joy.

"Open the door."

Madam Song's angry voice sounded, Shu Ange's smile froze on her face, and Chi Xiao also showed a worried look.

His hand slowly left Shu Ange and stood in front of her.

The firewood door opened, and the sunlight came in from outside the door, penetrated the red sky, and fell on Shu Ange.

His figure seemed to be blurred by the sunlight, which made Shu Ange's heart tug.

She had discovered earlier that when Chi Xiao transformed into a human form, his state was not so stable. When the spiritual power is abundant, his body should be more stable. When the spiritual power is insufficient, the robe and body will be blurred to varying degrees.

Mrs. Song's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she was mourning with a stick in her hand. She rushed in aggressively with her two wives.

"Bah, vixen! Little bitch!"

Shu Ange, who was scolded by the old witch every time, was so tired, she weighed it, and the possibility of escaping smoothly at present was too small, so she chose silence.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and it is natural to scold them back, but if the old witch is provoked, she will not beat her worse.

Seeing Shu Ange sitting on the ground and turning a deaf ear to her scolding, Mrs. Song raised a mourning stick and smashed it on Shu Ange's head.

Of course, Shu Ange wouldn't sit and be beaten. She lowered her head and stood up with her body turned on her side.

Madam Song lost her stick, spat, and instructed the people around her: "Hold this little **** down for me."

The two wives rolled up their sleeves to catch Shu Ange, but being chased and beaten was definitely not a good experience.

Shu Ange dodged flexibly in the firewood room, and even thought for a moment about the probability of success in breaking through.

"You two rice buckets, if you can't catch this little bitch, don't do it in the Song family."

Shu Ange hated the old witch a thousand times in his heart, but after weighing it, he still pretended to be caught accidentally.

If she is beaten, she will be beaten, she will endure it for a while, and after she becomes stronger, she will take action to clean up these people.

If she persisted, or broke through, she might be interrupted by the angry old witch, which would be detrimental to her escape plan.

Shu Ange was held down by the two wives, and the old witch raised the mourning stick with a hideous face and pulled it towards her leg: "I let you run, let you run!"

She didn't feel the pain, because Chi Xiao silently stood in front of her and carried the old witch's stick with her spiritual power.

The old witch was insane, and smashed Shu Ange one by one, Chi Xiao silently endured all the beatings.

Seeing that Chi Xiao's body was getting weaker and weaker, Shu Ange's tears flowed, pretending to be in pain, struggling to avoid the attack of the old witch.

In the end, in order to be more realistic, her body softened and she fainted.

The two women were frightened by Madam Song's savage appearance, and when they saw the thin young lady fainted, they said in a trembling voice, "Madam, if you fight again, you will die."

"Madam, you are also tired today. The young master hasn't passed his head yet. You might as well wait for the first seven before cleaning up."

Country people have secret letters, believing that before the first seven, people's souls will linger in the place where they lived.

Hearing what the two old ladies said, Mrs. Song lost the mourning stick and snorted, "It's better if you die. When she's dead, let her be buried with my son."

That being said, she didn't dare to beat people to death in front of them.

"Let's go, it's really bad luck, people in the city just don't get hit."

The three finally left, Shu Ange lay still on the ground with his eyes closed.

After a while, she was sure that everyone was gone, and then she opened her eyes, Chi Xiao silently stood by her side, and her body became even more blurred.

Shu Ange was not hit by Madam Song's stick, but felt even more uncomfortable than being hit. With tears in her eyes, she reached out to grab Chi Xiao's arm, but it passed through his arm.

"Why are you so stupid."

She bit her lip and retracted her hand, tears welling in her eyes.

Shu Ange is not a person who loves to cry. Before, she burst into tears on purpose to deceive the old witch.

But now seeing Chi Xiao standing by her side without saying a word, her body is about to become transparent, and she still looks like a cloudless wind, which makes her heart sad.

"Does it hurt?"

Chi Xiao blamed himself a bit, blaming him for being useless, not protecting her well, and letting her be beaten by that vicious woman.

He is a sword, I don't know what pain feels like, but she cried so hard, it must be very painful.