villain love rule

As soon as Fansheng ran straight along the road, the houses in the village were roughly similar in shape. I didn't see the road clearly when I visited last night, so I had to run in the direction that Sister Shen chatted when she came.

It was only then that Fan Sheng found out that the house they lived in was at the end of the village, and there was only this one family in front and back, which was very lonely and eye-catching.

A bad idea came to his mind, and he was worried that someone would appear here anytime, so he suppressed the idea of ​​casting mana and ran with all his strength.

Go through the laneway and turn east again.

As soon as Fan Sheng stood at the corner, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. He had no choice but to hold on to the wall and stopped, his eyes always shrunk behind the familiar figure.

Yaoming stood in front of Sister Shen and her son, holding the wooden handle tightly with his right hand, and the hammer head shone coldly under the sunlight.

Fan Shengyi turned his gaze downwards, and in the gap between the heads of the hammer, a curious look of a boy was revealed. The little boy stared at Yaoming with wide-eyed eyes.

Sister Shen smiled innocently, and when she was happy, she wanted to pat Yao Ming on the shoulder.

Yaoming raised the hammer, his expressionless face was extraordinarily indifferent to the woman's intimacy.

"Yaoming!" Fansheng shouted loudly.

Sister Shen's hand barely stopped in mid-air, she looked along the place where the sound came from, and saw that Fan Sheng was half-bowed with anxiety, panting non-stop.

Yaoming was stunned for a moment, and turned his hand holding the hammer in a different direction.

Sister Shen greeted: "Just right! I still want your brother to ask you to come to my house for dinner. Puppy, put the hammer back."

"Don't call me by my nickname!" The boy pursed his mouth angrily, venting his dissatisfaction at Sister Shen, carefully stretched out both hands, and took the hammer in Yaoming's hand.

The khaki dog followed behind him, running into the house one by one.

Yaoming looked at Fanshengyi thoughtfully.

As soon as Fansheng adjusted his breath, he walked over slowly.He held Yaoming's arm, wiped off the sweat from his chin with the other hand, and smiled gently at Sister Shen: "No need, we can do it by ourselves."

Sister Shen raised her voice and said, "Hey, the two men know how to cook. Come, you don't usually see other people coming here in this village. Besides, this is a welcome for you."

She squeezed past Yaoming, dragged Fansheng into the courtyard without any explanation.

Fansheng was inconvenient to use his strength against Sister Shen, so he had to stumble behind her.

Seeing that he was in trouble, Yaoming immediately grabbed Fan Shengyi's forearm halfway, and whispered: "If you don't want to, I will take you away."

There was no warmth in his voice, Fan Sheng immediately understood what he was referring to.

"No..." Fan Sheng shook his head, begging in his clear eyes, "Don't do anything."

Yaoming didn't speak, but his expression was quite complicated.

Sister Shen walked in front, turned around and saw two people still standing at the door, she couldn't help but enthusiastically said: "Don't just stand there, come and sit in the room, my son's father will be back in a while. Dog, go call your father return."

The little boy put down the hammer and was about to come out, and got orders from his mother to run out like the wind.

Sister Shen led Fansheng into the room facing the door, brought a pot of hot water and found some tea in the drawer.There were four teacups on the table, and two of them were opened and poured into them.

"I'm afraid you are not used to drinking the things in the village." Sister Shen acted rudely and skillfully, directly pouring hot water on the tea leaves, and the room exploded with a refreshing fragrance.

Fan Sheng smiled, held the teacup, blew on the surface, and took a sip to give Sister Shen a face: "Good tea."

Sister Shen's face was blooming, and she went to bring a plate of melon seeds and peanuts, sat next to Fan Shengyi, and chatted while eating: "I see you look like children from the village. If you say you came from the palace, so do I." Believe it."

When Fansheng looked at Yaoming, he didn't understand why he came here.

Yaoming said in a deep voice: "The ancestor lived here."

"Which one?" Sister Shen asked, and then remembered that the two of them came out of the house at the end of the village, and said, "Look at my memory, living at the end of the village is naturally the one at the end of the village. But since I remember things Since then, I have never seen anyone living there, but I have heard stories from the old people.”

As soon as Fan Sheng put down his glass, he said gently, "Please ask Eldest Sister to pour another glass."

Yaoming looked sideways: "What story?"

Fansheng glanced at Yaoming, who was more interested in the story that Sister Shen was going to tell next, and did not look back at Fanshengyi.

Sister Shen brought up the hot water, and said slowly, "They are all stories about coaxing children, saying that there was a family living at the end of the village, but one day, the family was bewitched by evil spirits, the parents died, and the daughter became crazy."

Fansheng thanked him softly, but his eyes kept paying attention to Yaoming's actions.

Yaoming held the teacup with one hand, and kept rubbing the rim of the cup with his index finger.

Sister Shen said: "Later, it was said that this daughter fell in love with some man, gave birth to a young son, and never knew her whereabouts again. Hey, it's just a story. If the old people here scare children, they will tell this."

Yaoming raised the teacup and poured it into his own mouth.

Fan Sheng said in a deep voice: "Since we are coaxing the children, we are not children anymore, so it's fine if we don't listen."

Sister Shen laughed loudly: "That's right!" When she was hesitating to say the next sentence, the dog shouted again, followed by a rush of footsteps.

Sister Shen didn't care to explain to the two of them, she got up and ran outside in a hurry: "What's the hurry! I told you to find your father and come back, why did you come back alone?"

Gou'er ran up to Sister Shen and said loudly, "Father is with sir, sir, sir, I'm afraid it's going to die!"

Fan Shengyi and Yao Ming appeared behind Sister Shen, the dog saw Yao Ming's face, swallowed his saliva, and hid beside Sister Shen.

Sister Shen sighed, stroked the top of the dog's head, and said with regret: "A good person, no matter what you say, you can't do it."

The dog smelled faintly of medicine. Fan Sheng touched his nose lightly, squatted halfway across from the dog, and said, "Where does Mr. live? Take me to have a look."

Sister Shen was surprised and said, "Young Master Fan, do you know how to heal illnesses?"

Fan Shengyi said modestly: "I know a little bit."

Sister Shen gently pushed the dog's shoulder, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up, take Mr. Fan to see your husband, and explain this matter to your father clearly." The dog responded, and took Fan Shengyi's hand Run outside.

Yaoming was silent and followed closely behind.

The house of the gentleman mentioned by the dog is not far away. As soon as Fansheng picked up the dog, he and Yaoming ran quickly.Yaoming was beside him, regardless of the presence of the dog, he said coldly: "You want to save him?"

Fan Sheng nodded: "Naturally."

Pointing to the house about five meters ahead, the dog said timidly, "That's right there."

Fan Sheng nodded and led him directly into the house.

There were several middle-aged men standing in the yard, and the dog called "Dad" to the man in the middle.

As soon as Fansheng let him go, he clasped his fists at the people around him and said, "Everyone, I understand Huang Qi's art a little bit."

The dog lay on the man's shoulder, and told everything the mother entrusted.The middle-aged man no longer had doubts, and led the people into the house.

As soon as the door was opened, everyone was overwhelmed by the soaring smell of medicine. The young man guarding the room heard the door knock, wiped away his tears and walked outside, saying angrily, "Didn't I say that you don't need to take care of my young master?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said, "At least let's take a look, you can't ignore Mr.

Hearing this, the boy became even more angry. He stretched out his finger and poked the middle-aged man's nose directly, saying aggressively: "If it wasn't for you, Mister wouldn't be sick either! A bunch of quack doctors were brought in, and the more you It's getting worse, don't add trouble here!"

The man in the room couldn't stop coughing, and called weakly: "Yan'er, Yan'er!"

The boy spat in anger, turned around and ran back to the bedside to serve him.

The middle-aged man was scolded without nose and face in public, his face turned red and white, he touched his head, and smiled dryly at Fansheng: "Here, look..."

As soon as Fansheng signaled the middle-aged man to guard the door with the dog, he went in alone.Yaoming snorted unhappily, Fansheng turned his head to one side, and said with a smile: "The person lying on the bed and a young man, what are you worried about?"

Yaoming said coldly: "That person is rampant."

Fan Sheng smiled and said: "Wait a minute, help me keep watch on that boy." After speaking, he closed the door, and Yan'er's shouts came from inside the room.

Immediately afterwards, the sound came from far to near, the door was opened again, and Yan'er was thrown out.

Yaoming withdrew slightly, and let Yan'er fall from his side into the yard, gnawing a mouthful of dirt.

"Thanks for your hard work." Fan Sheng finished his words gently, and closed the door tightly again.

Yan'er got up on the ground, turned around and rushed towards the gate, shouting nonstop: "Where did the thief come from! What do you want to do to my young master!"

He rushed to the door with all his teeth and claws, and fell back into the courtyard before reaching the steps: "Ouch! What is it again!" He lowered his head, but suddenly found a shadow in front of him.

Yaoming withdrew his foot, jumped forward, looked down at Yan'er, and said indifferently: "You can die in front of the people in the house."

"Ahhh!"

Yan'er's screams resounded through the sky.

Hearing Yan'er's voice, the man lying on the bed struggled to sit up, but Fan Shengyi gently persuaded him to go back.

Fan Sheng said in a deep voice, "He's fine, don't worry."

The man looked nervously at Fan Shengyi: "Who are you?"

"It won't hurt you, it's just here to help you heal." Fan Sheng grabbed the man's wrist and rested his two fingers on his pulse.

The other party's pulse condition is vain, and if you don't press lightly, you can hardly feel it. It is obvious that it has reached the point where it is terminally ill.

The man sighed, shook his head and said, "Forget it, my body is very clear. How many tuberculosis diseases can be cured?" He coughed again, and the whole bed shook.

Fan Sheng patted his chest for him, secretly poured out some Buddha energy, and waited until the man recovered a little, then said: "It's not tuberculosis, it's just cold air invading the body."

"Heh..." The man didn't believe it. He just opened his eyes and said weakly, "It's nothing wrong with my death. It's just that I suffered from those children, and I haven't read a whole book yet."

As soon as Fan Sheng put his hand back into the thin quilt, he said calmly: "After you recover, continue to teach them."

The man closed his eyes and sighed, "It's over."

Fan Sheng comforted, "It will be fine after a short sleep." His voice was slow and soft, as if hypnotizing the man into a slumber.

As soon as Fan Sheng was sure that he was asleep, he drew up the Buddha's energy with his ten fingers, and kept pushing and rubbing his chest in the air.

The man suddenly stiffened his neck, a bellows-like hoarse sound came out of his throat, and his lips parted slightly.A dark green sickness slowly floated out of his mouth and flew into the air.

As soon as Fan Sheng closed his eyes, the Buddha Qi from his fingertips continuously penetrated into the man's body, making his pale face turn rosy.

Sickness kept surrounding the man, as if wanting to penetrate into his body again.And the red mark on Fansheng's forehead suddenly appeared, and the sickness seemed to find the best shelter, and he went straight in. After absorbing all the sickness in the room, the red mark disappeared without a trace.

Fan Shengyi suddenly felt a chill invade his body, making him tremble all over.He opened his eyes, glanced at the man's face, and put down his hand after making sure that he was safe.

"Okay." Fan Sheng shouted, and immediately sat down at the table.

Yan'er ran outside the house with a bruised nose and a swollen face, followed by Yaoming, who squatted halfway beside Fan Shengyi, frowned and said, "Are you alright?"

As soon as Fansheng showed a noncommittal smile, he whispered to Yan'er: "He just fell asleep, don't disturb him. Come here."

Yan'er, who had been taught a lesson by the two of them, dared not obey, and walked over holding her sleeves.

"The cold air invades the body, find some wormwood to soak your feet every day..." Fansheng said while picking up the pen and paper on the table to write, "I will prescribe a medicine, buy it in the town, drink it after meals, Another half month of rest is enough."

Yan'er wiped her tears, took the prescription, and said repeatedly: "It's because I have eyes that don't know Mount Tai. Today, my son saved my young master. In the future, Yan'er will be a cow and a horse, and repay you!"

As soon as Fansheng picked up Yan'er, he said, "If you don't scold me, you will repay me."

Thinking of her unreasonableness just now, Yan'er scratched her head in embarrassment, and the wound on her face was affected by the joy on her lips, making him grinning in pain.

When Fansheng saw his appearance, he couldn't laugh or cry.

The dog's father stood at the door and watched for a while, he understood the process, and called Fan Shengyi in a low voice.

As soon as Fansheng understood, he gave some advice to Yan'er, and then went back to dinner with them.

Yaoming glanced at the sleeping man lying on the bed, turned and left indifferently.

After seeing off the crowd, Yan'er returned to the house and saw that her young master was able to sit up, ran over in surprise, and shouted: "Master, you are! You are! That young master is really Hua Tuo alive! Wonderful rejuvenation!" !"

The man smiled, ordered Yan'er to fetch a pen and paper, and said in a deep voice: "Tell my father, no matter what, you must bring this person back to the manor."