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Three wives and four concubines are a secret in the heart of 90% men. The remaining 10% may not want women. I, Ning Wen, as a four-family young man in the new era, has long been transcendent. What are three wives and four concubines? We pursue a lifestyle, spiritual integration, and spiritual realm that has been separated from the low-level interest. Yu'er still cannot reach my realm and is still in the secular stage. Alas, there is nothing wrong in the world, and mediocre people disturb them. We are also a lord after all. When will the Han Dynasty go forward?

Son, we are just a person who dominates the country. What a mere girl is. There are dozens of maids coming and going in the inner courtyard. I think about that, and I just catch one of them and rectify the Dharma on the spot. After the matter is over, they still thank them all. Why are we a noble family? Right, the three generations probably can't have one of the rich people in the future. I have the identity of them. They just want to join us. For nothing else, if you can let the overlord give it to you, it's a matter of glorious clans and ancestors. Then put it in the genealogy, and it's also a number one person.

Our wife doesn't understand these things, and she probably caused her pregnancy. She doesn't like anything. We don't understand anything. Dr. Xie has no choice but to prescribe some decoctions to calm down, but we dare not give them to her. Who knows if there are any side effects or something, and there are no high-tech examination methods such as B-ultrasound. If something goes wrong, what's the use even if Dr. Xie is killed?

Forget it, it’s still the same way. We can’t afford to offend, we can afford to hide. Before Yu'er started talking nonsense, she pulled Sangouzi away. She was also the number one figure in our Tang Dynasty. Of course, this is also for the sake of family harmony. When we were in trouble, Yu'er was also busy doing housework and was willing to put a penny into two flowers. The hard work alone made me respect it. Even if we were a monk for a year or two, we had nothing to say. Even if we were uncomfortable, we would endure it and act as a strong body.

"Sir, nosebleed, rub!"

Sangouzi flattered and handed over a piece of linen cloth. Damn, kicked him. He looked for a slap type when he was fine. Sangouzi smiled slowly, and didn't know why he said the wrong thing.

"Do you understand? The man has half a pound of nosebleed every morning, which means that we have a strong body. Do you know? Who was named Yang in the previous dynasty? Sangou, do you know?"

I forgot the name of which murderer, and I couldn't remember it for a while. Who was it?

"Who is the Lord talking about? Later?" Sangouzi avoided my best left foot from afar, and prepared to drift all over his body. Damn, the ox cart can drift, but it has become a myth. If there are DVs, record them directly. In the future, they will definitely be the founder of the racing drifting world. Before the start of the race, F1 and other things must be bowed three times and then observe a quarter of a minute of silence, otherwise they will not be able to explain to the majority of car friends.

"No matter what, anyway, whoever has three pounds of nosebleeds every morning, and a pair of 80-foot-meter snake spears danced was dazzling. Within ten steps, you will either die or be injured. It's amazing. Just like that, I'm too lazy to practice on weekdays, do you understand?"

The cowhide was so sarcastic that Sangou touched his nose, and his eyes showed a heroic nosebleed that he admired me very much. He seemed to be thinking, how should this nosebleed flow? It's good, a child can teach him and he will become a master in the future.

I am the master of loneliness. No one knows the pain in my heart. At present, I am still in the stage of nosebleeding. There is almost a year left before, and I really can't live.

Dayong had already gotten up and was exercising his fists in the yard to exercise. Humph, the flowery airs were not useful. When Dayong saw me entering the house, he quickly asked Dayong to prepare tea to greet the Lord. He said that he wanted to salute. How could that happen? The old woman in her sixties and seventies was a long time ago, but she was short of her life. He quickly took two steps forward to support Dayong's mother.

"Auntie He, there is no need to be such a family."

Dayong’s surname is He, and I don’t know what his mother’s name is, or whether to call Aunt He is safe. This is also my shortcomings. After all, in this world, women have low status and basically only have surnames but no names.

Dayong's family has limited conditions and only three stools. It's not bad, it's more comfortable than the futon in Uncle Li's house, tea and disgusting.

"I don't know, by the way, I haven't asked you how you were injured, how many coyotes are there in Dongshan?"

Dongshan has been listed as a place for close surveillance by me. All creatures in Ningjiazhuang cannot approach it, let alone enter the mountain.

"Hey, what kind of coyotes are just a few wild dogs, but they are big. Oh, I was careless that day. I fell and seven or eight wild dogs came to bite them. Fortunately, there was a valley beside me, and I rolled down. Fortunately, there were thorns on all sides of the valley, so the wild dogs could not come down. They scattered after a while. Later, I felt a little tired and fell asleep."

Dayong's simple and straight narrative, I yawned, and Sangouzi was fighting, but Dayong was dancing, just like nothing happened.

"Brother Yong, what happened later?"

Sangouzi cheered up and asked, but later, Carpenter Zhao took it down. This guy has been happy to attack Dayong for a long time, and Dayong is willing to fall into the trap. He touched his forehead and said with a silly smile:

"Later, we will talk to the Lord here."

Haha, Dayong can speak now, knowing that Sangouzi has something to say, but this makes Sangouzi depressed.

"By the way, sir, are we going to cut this bamboo?"

Dayong was down-to-earth in his work. The wound on his body had just scabbed, so he was muttering to go up the mountain to cut bamboo. The paper workshop was stopped and the water pounding was not put into use. It was mainly because he was afraid that the people in the village would encounter danger again. Fortunately, they were thick-skinned, so they almost had their skills, so they were afraid that they would have lost their bones long ago. Alas!

Seeing that I was in a state of distraction, Dayong didn't know how to comfort me, but he kept venting his anger among the Shisuo. This guy was so envious. He wanted to try it. Forget it, he gave up this idea. We mainly attack internal strength, and we really don't take this extra kung fu seriously.

"How about finding a way to kill those wild dogs, there are only seven or eight. What does the Lord think?"

Sangouzi suddenly lowered his voice and said, his tone seemed very sinister. He filmed him. It was not a spy war novel, so he needed to speak like this.

Yes, Sangouzi has a good idea. After staying at home for a long time, he is about to move his tibia. He clenched his fist tightly. Hey, why didn’t there be any sound of joint bursting? Dayong pinched his fist and made a loud noise. This guy stole my limelight and was trying to die!

"How to do it? Why don't Sangouzi go and inquire first? I'll stop you from behind?"

Just kidding, Sangouzi's face suddenly turned blue, and he looked at me innocently, with a very resentful look.

"Hehe, I'm afraid of death. Your lord has a prescription. We'll go to Dongshan to hunt tomorrow. I haven't seen any blood for a long time and I feel itchy."

I felt that my expression was full of ferociousness, but when I saw the two of them looking at me like a dead dog, could they be killed by my murderous intent? I patted Sangou's head, fortunately, they were alive.

"Sir, I'm afraid there is no need to make such a big fanfare. We can just use some dead chickens and ducks to save these wild dogs."

Sangouzi is also confident. Recently, he has followed Uncle Li and his words are somewhat organized. He doesn't expect to just flatter him before.

"Oh, could it be that it's poison?" This method is very inappropriate. If the people in the village accidentally eat it, it will be over. So I was going to wait for Sangouzi to open his mouth and slap him in the back, just to set a condom for him.

"No,..."

"Bang!"

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"Sir, why are you patting yourself on your arms? What's wrong with Sangouzi? Why are you running so far?" Dayong didn't understand the situation. Sir, patted his elbow, why did Sangouzi run far?

"Ahem, mosquitoes, you can bite people through your clothes. So, is there any flower dew in the room? Wipe it!"
Chapter completed!