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Hearing this, before Lan Qiaoyi could open his mouth to speak, Jiang Tian was a little furious, and the red-haired boy jumped up and shouted:

"Why is he you..."

He still hasn't admitted that she is my wife...

Thinking of this, Jiang Tian felt a little wronged again.

On the left is the rare sharp eyes of a man who has always been gentle, full of oppression, and on the right is the unruly big dog with drooping brows and eyes, begging pitifully.

For a moment, Lan Qiaoyi only felt that his scalp was numb. He tremblingly wanted to retract his arm, but Zhou Ziji, who was vaguely aware of his intention, grabbed it suddenly.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Jiang Tian's eyes widened.

"You let him go—"

Lan Qiaoyi looked at Jiang Tian, ​​who had looked pitiful just now, turned into a ferocious beast, and was a little dazed.

"I-I'm fine..."

He hesitated, unable to utter a complete sentence.

At this moment, there was a "squeak" and a voice suddenly came from the door:

"Jojo."

The three people standing in the room looked at Chu Yue who appeared at the door in surprise.

"Chu, Chu Yue, you called me..."

Looking at the calm eyes of the man in black looking at him, Lan Qiaoyi was suddenly as happy as his soul, and broke away from Zhou Ziji's hand quickly, and quickly walked towards Chu Yue.

Jiang Tian hesitated to speak and watched the kitten slip away from his palm.

And Zhou Ziji behind him just watched the young man's slender back quietly, without saying a word the whole time.

……

The two people who walked out of the room came to the back yard with their toes on their heels.

"Did you have a hard time just now?"

Once in the backyard, Chu Yue's helpless voice rang in Lan Qiaoyi's ears.

Hearing this, he was a little depressed and not in a good mood, but he just sat on the bamboo and rattan chair in the backyard without saying a word, resting his chin and looking at the house not far away.

Seeing his appearance, the man couldn't help but soften his heart.

He walked up to Lan Qiaoyi, regardless of the other party's dissatisfied expression because of being blocked from sight, and squatted down under the puzzled gaze of the young man.

Lan Qiaoyi watched helplessly as the originally tall and straight body in front of him suddenly became level with him, feeling a little dazed.

"what are you doing?"

He asked a little tiredly, not understanding what Chu Yue was thinking.

"Jojo, I will never hurt you."

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the always indifferent man in front of him and sighed helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do about him, his heart was at a loss.

"I will never force you to make a decision."

When facing the sweetheart with cold and cold eyebrows, it is like the snow in the mountains being melted by the warm sun.

The man looked at the beautiful boy with focused eyes and a gentle expression.

Lan Qiaoyi just kept silent. For some reason, Chu Yue's earnest but clumsy promise still echoed in his ears. He should have been moved.

...It's just that I don't know why there is a little astringency in my heart.

Chu Yue watched in surprise as the young man's eyes blushed silently, and his heart instantly twitched.

A big man, at this time, is like a boy who accidentally made a mistake, feeling at a loss for making his sweetheart sad.

"You...don't cry."

Lan Qiaoyi lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his sore nose, and felt amused seeing the person in front of him like this.

"I'm not... Forget it, it's okay."

The emotions that came to his heart in an instant were too complicated, but he knew clearly that they were not the emotions that Chu Yue expected.

He kept silent and just sat quietly. Seeing this, the man also stood aside silently.

"Let's go."

Estimating that the time was almost up, Lan Qiaoyi got up first, and quickly and lightly skipped under the man's dazed gaze.

"……it is good."

The door of Zhao Ying's room in the front yard was wide open. Lan Qiaoyi approached and took a look. He was indeed discussing the sudden decision made yesterday by the old village chief with others.

Zhou Ziji and Jiang Tian were also in the house.

Seeing him and Chu Yue entering the room one after the other, the two of them darkened one after another, but it was because the people present did not have an attack.

Zhao Ying frowned, paced up and down the room with an anxious expression:

"Why did you suddenly decide to hold the sacrifice again!"

There are only two short days before the end of the dungeon, and no one will feel comfortable if such a thing happens at this time.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly realized that the scythe of death had been raised slowly.

Just as this thought flashed through my mind, there was a loud noise outside the courtyard gate.

"Open the door—!"

The voices outside the yard were noisy, occasionally accompanied by a few heavy knocking on the door.

After experiencing the death of a companion, the girls were like frightened birds at this time.

Lan Qiaoyi was grabbed by Jiang Tianyi who was beside him, and he walked out of the room with his teammates.

His gaze crossed the boy's sharp jawline, and he looked at the courtyard door that was photographed with a "bang bang--".

It's just that the people in the courtyard at this time chose to remain silent, and the people outside the courtyard were obviously not friendly.

As the people outside became more and more impatient, Lan Qiaoyi looked around, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

"... Where's Aunt Li?"

He asked hesitantly.

As soon as the words came out, everyone present was taken aback.

The mistress of the yard was always like a ghost in her own home. If Lan Qiaoyi hadn't suddenly spoken, they wouldn't even have realized the existence of the woman who called herself "Aunt Li".

"Anyway, let's open the door first."

After all, procrastination like this is not an option, Zhou Ziji took the lead to walk towards the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Ying frowned, with a hesitant expression, but he still acquiesced in his actions, but looked at the courtyard gate with a slightly wary expression.

"What's the matter?"

As soon as the courtyard door was opened, a villager who was a bit fat and of medium height shouted in dissatisfaction.

Zhou Ziji didn't have time to explain, and saw the villagers following him echoed:

"Yeah, so many of you didn't hear us knocking on the door—"

Zhou Ziji's expression was slightly cold, but he still explained patiently:

"We are just people who live here temporarily. The owner of the yard has disappeared, so..."

"Who lives here! Tell him to come out—"

A somewhat thin woman was speaking loudly, with a haughty look.

It's just that after looking around the yard, the man who was originally in the lead had a strange expression on his face. He hesitated and raised his hand to stop the woman who was still chattering.

"What are you doing..."

"It seems to be the home of that woman in Riemann."

As soon as these words came out, the scene was a little quiet for a while.

Zhou Ziji took a panoramic view of everyone's demeanor in silence, and thought a little bit in his heart.

"Oh...it's her."

The woman who had been acting aggressively just now suddenly died down, and only made a smooth settlement in a vague way.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the group of them. After pushing and shoving in, he looked around and made sure that he didn't see Aunt Li before returning to his previous rudeness and straightforwardness.

"She's not here, you..."

The leading man looked around the people present, and Lan Qiaoyi noticed that his eyes paused for a few seconds on Wang Xue and Lin Lin before looking at Zhou Ziji again, and said:

"The woman in Riemann is not here, you can come for her."

Under the puzzled eyes of a group of people, the villagers took out a bucket of closed wooden sticks from the burlap pocket hanging around their waists.

"what is this?"

Zhao Ying frowned, looking at the villagers with vigilance.

"Hey~ It's not something weird, just draw a lottery from it and tell your Aunt Li, she will know."

The leading villager laughed, but did not answer Zhao Ying's question directly.

"Since it is unknown to outsiders in the village, you should wait for the owner of the yard to come back."

Zhou Ziji was unmoved, his face was as usual.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the wooden stick in the villager's hand, feeling a little uneasy.

"This……"

The faces of the villagers were a little ugly. They looked at each other, obviously showing a visible resistance to the matter of "waiting for the owner of the yard to come back".

"Don't waste our time."

Lan Qiaoyi watched in surprise as the leading man's face darkened, and the other's words were full of secret threats.

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