"No, Master Third!" Cai Ming rushed forward and tried to grab the stool but was avoided. Aunt Zhao kicked her and then protected her son.

"Aren't you going to work hard with your aunt? I'll make up for it, so that you can be famous!" Jia Huan sneered.

"Brother Huan, put down the stool quickly! What a big deal, there is no need to be a life or death." Wang Xifeng scolded sternly.

Jia Huan glanced at Wang Xifeng indifferently, put down his footstool, and sat leisurely. He untied the cloth strip on his head in a few seconds, revealing a big hole in the temple. He also used his fingers to scoop off a few strands of hair that were connected to the flesh. Blood flowed down his side face into his collar, and the white underwear dyed large pieces red, and a strong fishy smell floated in the room.

The servants covered their noses and drooped their heads, not daring to look at them. Looking at the action of squeezing a few times, everyone felt a sharp pain seeping out of the cracks of their bones. The injury was not elsewhere, but the softest vital temples of a person! I don’t know how many pillars of high incense burned in his previous life to survive!

Even Wang Xifeng, who was used to big scenes, couldn't help but be afraid. The child smiled so calmly with a fatal wound, which was inherited from Aunt Zhao's gorgeous facial features, which was terrifying and evil because of blood stains, which made people creepy.

"Huan'er, wrap the wound quickly! You're desperate!" Aunt Zhao screamed, snatching the cloth strip and going to bandage her son, but was stopped by the other party's intimidating eyes.

"It's not a big deal, but the temple was broken and almost died. It was not as big as Duofu, and the forehead was rubbed with such a large piece of skin." He said, gently twisting a piece of porcelain embedded in Duofu's flesh and throwing it on the ground.

Cai Ming was so scared that he was trembling all over, but he didn't dare to speak out at all, let alone step forward. He could be so cruel to himself, so how could he talk to others?

"I was wrong." When everyone thought that this child would do something more terrifying, he smiled obediently and admitted it neatly.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, he slowly spoke, "If Duofu is unfortunate, I will hit and die on the stone lion in front of the door to pay his life! What am I a thing? But how can a lowly person born to a slave be more noble than Duofu? In the past, when he was in school, he rode a horse, I walked with a book bag; when he wrote, I grind ink; when he ate snacks, I watched; when he sat and drank tea, I stood and added water; when he lost money, he just took it into my purse, and when he caused trouble, he just pushed it on my head, and I had to call him Brother Duofu. How could I compare to his status? It is appropriate to pay his life." Jia Huan's unwillingness and resentment were churning in his chest.

The little child was covered in blood. He looked like he was about to faint, but he still had to hold on. He looked very pitiful. Without ever suffering from the long-term tolerance, how could there be such a fierce struggle?

Jia Zheng, who was standing behind the door, could no longer hold back when he heard this, kicked open the door and shouted angrily, "Dao Slave! How dare you treat your master like this! It would be fine if you die. If you don't die, I will also peel off him! Scan it out for me! I will dirty my ground carefully!" He abides by ethics the most. Although he doesn't like this concubine's son, he can't tolerate him being bullied by a slave.

"Bring it out! Our Jia family doesn't need such a big-faced slave!" Mrs. Wang, who stood behind Jia Zheng, shouted in anger.

Jia Huan lowered his head, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes.

Aunt Zhao quickly bandaged her son's wounds and knelt down to make the decision.

Wang Xifeng then came back to her senses and quickly ordered someone to carry out Duofu, who was unconscious, and glared at Caiming, who was about to shout for justice.

Jia Huan was impatient to deal with Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang, and lay in Aunt Zhao's arms to pretend to be dizzy. Jia Zheng hurriedly asked someone to invite the doctor, and then said that he had something to do and went to the study. Mrs. Wang stayed for half a day and went there. The noisy courtyard finally calmed down.

Aunt Zhao has no ability and no foundation, and has a low status in the Jia family. There are not even many servants with a little face. Her courtyard looks at the crowd of servants, but the real loyal ones are Madam Song and Xiao Jixianger, who have been young and big breasts, and the maids and servants next to her have their own origins.

Through these people's mouths, the news quickly reached the ears of the masters of the Jia family.

"I didn't expect these slaves to fight their master like this. It's annoying and hateful. So I swept it out and swept it out. I don't have to go to the mansion to work again in the future." Jia Mu waved her hand with disgust.

When she heard that Jia Huan smashed someone to death, she was very angry. The Jia family has always been generous to slaves and never had the will to kill someone privately. However, when Duofu was not dead, Cai Ming took Aunt Zhao to seek his life. Jia Huan's accusation was full of sadness. His desperate bets and thoughts were really shocking, which shows how many crimes he suffered on weekdays.

After all, it is the seed of the Jia family, but it is a slave who is trashed. It’s better not to know about it in the past, but if you know about it, you will naturally have to maintain it.

Cai Ming knelt in front of Wang Xifeng's door with disheveled hair, with two lines of tears hanging on his face.

"Go back quickly. Grandma is choosing a servant for Master Huan San. I will have to make a reconciliation later. I have no time to pay attention to you. I heard that the old lady has spoken, and it is a great blessing to not allow Duofu to enter the Jia Mansion again. What else do you have to do? You haven't seen Master Huan San, his red and white brain is revealed, and he is crazy. If he hadn't been bullied by Duofu on weekdays, how could he do such a thing?" Ping'er leaned over to La Caiming.

After hearing the three words "Huan Sanye", Caiming showed deep hatred on his face.

"Do you hate him? How can you know he doesn't hate you? He is the master and you are a slave. What if you hate him any more? I think Master Huan San seems to have hurt his brain and his behavior changes a lot. Stay away from him in the future, don't recruit him. Get up quickly, your family is lucky outside and needs someone to take care of you the most! This is the silver that grandma rewards him. Find a good doctor. When will you come back after Da'an?" Ping'er stuffed ten taels of silver over.

Cai Ming hesitated for a moment, kowtowed heavily in front of the door, said 'Grandma Xie' and went.

No one was close to him. Jia Huan slept until midnight. When he got up, he touched the gauze. The bloody wound had healed most of it.

Feeling that his stomach was so empty, he immediately turned over and got out of bed, shouting, "Come on, I'm hungry!"

After waiting for several minutes, no one responded, he called out twice.

There was a sound of the outer room, and there were also little girls rushing each other. Jia Huan's calm face turned twisted as he looked at it. Only then did a sleepy little girl lift the curtain and yawned and said, "Third Master, have a cup of tea first, Que'er will give you hot porridge, and you will be here soon."

Smelling the fresh aroma of green tea, Jia Huan barely suppressed his violent heart, picked up the teacup and closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then took a sip, smacking the tip of his tongue with endless aftertaste.

"Good tea!" He sighed with satisfaction. After drinking black, yellow, smelly water with deadly viruses for more than ten years, this cup of tea is simply comparable to nectar liquid.

Just a cup of Chen Cha Mozi, Master Bao Er did not hesitate to rinse his mouth with it! It was indeed a cheap person! He didn't have any knowledge! The little girl rolled her eyes and complained. It was late autumn and the weather was getting colder. She was so angry that she slept well in the middle of the night that she was naturally full of anger.

Jia Huan is not like a master on weekdays, and he is inferior in character and prefers to be inferior, so the servants around him are afraid that there are fewer people, so he respects even less. It is considered a few slander in his stomach, but it is normal to disobey him in person. This is still the daytime he was stunned by his crazy appearance, otherwise the two of them would have just been lying in the quilt and pretended not to hear it.

Que'er went for a while before returning. Jia Huan was obsessed with a cup of tea and drank it with small sips, otherwise he would have had a bad temper.

"Brother Huan, the porridge is here. I just asked the cook to heat it up, be careful to burn it." Que'er placed a bowl of steaming tremella porridge on the table.

Jia Huan's eyes were shiny. He picked up the bowl and blew a few breaths, and drank the spoon and poured it into his throat. It was so smooth! It was so sweet! It was so glutinous! It smells so fragrant! Is this the taste of normal food? I can still eat it in my lifetime!

His eyes flushed, his mood was turbulent, and his happiness was about to cry.

Gudong Gudong Gudong, in just a few breaths, the porridge bowl was seen, and the two little girls were stunned. The food was too rude, it was like a starving ghost reincarnated!

"Another bowl!" Jia Huan wiped his mouth, twitched his nose behind Que'er, and changed his mouth, "I don't want porridge, I'll have a bowl of meat!"

"Brother Huan, you are still hurt. Eating a lighter diet is good for your health. Big fish and meat are not easy to cure. I will fall asleep later and accumulate in my stomach. Get up tomorrow morning to be careful of diarrhea." Que'er quickly dissuaded. She was also hungry. The cook left a bowl of red autumn duck. She only had time to eat a few bites before coming over. If she brought it to Jia Huan, she would never be willing to give it up!

"Come on the bowl of meat!" Jia Huan slapped the bowl on the table, his happy face turned gloomy.

"Where is the meat at this time? The ingredients are all gone, and there is only some soup and water left. Just order it and I will bring you a bowl of porridge." Que'er was impatient and stepped forward to get the bowl.

"When I was slandering me, I first dispelled the smell of meat in your body, wipe the mimeograms at the corners of my mouth before I came. I, Jia Huan, have never been a person to be accustomed to, and whatever I say is!" Jia Huan sneered, smashed the bowl, slapped the table vigorously, and shouted in a stubborn, fanatical, eager tone, "I want to eat meat!"

All animals in the end of the world have mutated. Not only are they poisonous, but the meat smells sour and smelly. Even people like Jia Huan with a physical condition dare not try it easily. He hasn't eaten meat for more than ten years, and his eyes are emitting green light when he smells the aroma of meat.

The two little girls were stared at by his blood-blooded eyes, and they felt panicked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

My son was seriously injured, how could Aunt Zhao sleep peacefully? Jia Huan called her hungry, and she began to dress carefully. After she was dressed properly, she came to the door. After hearing the matter, she immediately kicked the door and scolded, "Don't you know the tricks inside! Master's meals, the cook will hide a good one by himself, and she will go to the evening to eat them secretly before going to bed! You dare to enjoy the things that your master has, and you are not afraid of rotting your tongue! I will bring my Huan'er meat immediately, otherwise I will burn the kitchen and then go to my wife to take the blame!"

When he beat his son back from the gate of hell, Aunt Zhao became a little crazy. She would bite whoever wanted her son to be unhappy.

The two little girls are now really afraid of this crazy mother and son. Look at the red and wide-open eyes, they are like evil Rakshasa ghosts. The two of them agreed and went away as if they were running away.

"Baby, are you still addicted to smashing it? I'll change everything in the house to wood tomorrow so that you can smash it enough!" Sitting next to my son, Aunt Zhao complained, and wanted to poke his forehead, but when she saw the circle of blood-stained gauze, her face showed pain, and she pinched his thin arm instead.

When Queer brought a bowl of red autumn duck, she served her son with a smile and helped him eat it, wiped his face and hands clean, and pushed it to the bed and tucked the corners of the quilt before leaving with confidence.

The woman's expression is too gentle and doting, and Jia Huan is a little uncomfortable, but he doesn't feel resistant. After living alone away from the crowd for more than ten years, he is often forced to go crazy by loneliness, and then uses killing to vent. Over time, his temperament becomes manic and cold, and he can't suppress the desire to destroy in his heart. But this does not mean that he does not need warmth.
Chapter completed!