Chapter 826

Since he had no direct descendants, he naturally paid more attention to these nephews and their relatives.

It's all dead. It's all dead!

How can he not hate.

When Yu Qingyu saw what happened later, he felt that he was too early to talk to the system.

Hans killed him for several generations, and it was not too much for him to retaliate against him for three generations.

Outside the temple came the sound of footsteps. A man in his early thirties came in. He first paid homage to the clay sculpture of the original owner.

Then asked that question, Yu Qingyu would not rush out to admit that he was as stupid as the original owner. This time, he hid in the dark, killed everyone, and finally killed Hans.

Hans left without a response.

Yu Qingyu watched his back go far away, from the broken temple, flashing to one side of the grass disappeared.

As soon as Hans went home, he directly carried Han Zhujing to the house and closed the door. He scolded him, "didn't I tell you not to get close to yellow skin when I was a child? Why don't you listen? "

Han Zhujing is used to his father's reprimand. How good cone is, how terrible it is.

Han Zhujing's name is gentle and quiet. In other people's eyes, he is also a good boy. However, in the eyes of those who are very familiar with him, he is an oversized sand sculpture.

I don't want to talk funny. The key is that the brain circuit is clear and strange. I always invent some strange things. I even want to become a monk. The reason is that I think the girl is too upset. I always talk to him and send him love letters every day.

Han Zhujing had a good face and said in a soft voice, "I know.

He knew that his father would eat this, and Hans gave him a stern look after hearing this, "next time I catch you, I will break your little rabbit's leg!"

"I see, Dad." Han Zhujing lowered his head and turned his mouth.

"All right, get out of here. I'm tired of seeing you." After a pause, "ask your mother to make a boiled eggplant and bake some cakes."

"All right, Dad, I'm out."

The more Hans thought about it, the more frightened he was. His son was about to marry his daughter-in-law. What if he had to hold on to his yellow skin?

The next day Hans rode his motorcycle to the town to refill the gas and poured back a large plastic bucket of gasoline.

Han Zhujing didn't see him when he came to the place where he and cone agreed after school, sighed.

It must be his father who scared the cone. He also prepared dried pork for him. Unfortunately... It seems that he can only come tomorrow.

When he came home, he found that his father didn't know what to do in the yard, which was a violation of the law that he should sit on the Kang at the moment.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Roll away, whatever you do?"

He asked her mother to go.

Han's mother got up from the bench and lifted the lid with a rag.

White soft big white steamed bread appeared in the steaming pot. Under the steamed bread was a large pot of stewed vegetables. The whole room was immediately filled with aroma.

Han Zhujing is at the age of "half boy, poor Laozi". When he saw rice, he forgot to ask his father.

"Ma, Ma, give me one. I'm so hungry."

Han's mother glared at him, "wash your hands. If you don't wash your hands, you are not allowed to eat. By the way, call your dead father in for dinner."

"All right, I'll go."

Han Zhujing probes at the door, "Dad, it's dinner."

"I see. I'll eat for a while. I'll urge you to die."

Han Zhujing is immune to his father's inability to speak well. He washes his hands, grabs a big white steamed bread and chews it.

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