Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 279 The Idiot Widow of Red Persimmon Village (14)

Xing Chen felt the heat slowly rising from Yu Luo's body. He opened his eyes under the towel. Although he didn't hold much hope, he still hoped that Yu Luo's kiss would fall on him.

He wanted Yu Luo to kiss him so much that he wished he could roll around with Yu Luo in the carriage right now.

Xing Chen waited for a while longer, but didn't get Yu Lao's kiss. He waited until he said softly, "Okay."

The hair has been dried.

Yu Luo gently removed the handkerchief from Xing Chen's eyes, and Xing Chen had no reason to lie on his lap again.

Haha, what a joke.

What reason does she have for lying on her husband's lap?

Xing Chen closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. As soon as the towel was taken off, he turned over.

In this way, his entire face was aimed at Yu Lao's lower abdomen, and the side of his face was resting on a certain key place.

"Star sinks!"

Yu Lao was so scared that he suddenly put his arms under his head, lifted his upper body up, and moved away from the danger area.

Xing Chen opened his eyes dazedly in his arms, his eyes were innocent and pure without a trace of evil thoughts.

"I'm here." He responded obediently.

The voice was so sweet that it made Yu Lao feel dizzy, and the deeply buried seeds showed signs of awakening.

Yu Lao hugged him tighter and tighter.

He glanced at Xiaotang who was sitting stiffly in the front. Xiaotang felt his gaze and immediately lifted the car curtain and got out.

Xing Chen now felt like a fish in water. He whined in Yu Lao's arms and struggled hard in his arms, wishing he could tear off all the clothes that were in the way and stick them directly to his skin.

The string of Yu Lao's rationality was breaking bit by bit.

He felt that the person in his arms could easily take his life. He didn't know why, and he didn't want to know.

Intense pain and extreme desire intertwined together, Yu Lao felt like a piece of shattered glass, desperately trying to piece together his original self.

Xing Chen couldn't wait for his lips, so he hurriedly leaned over to kiss him.

Before their lips touched, a sudden scream came from outside.

"There's a flood in the village ahead!"

Xing Chen and Yu Lao were both stunned.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the car disappeared with that exclamation, and the two looked at each other as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Yu Lao silently avoided his eyes, seeming to feel guilty for his recent behavior.

Xing Chen bit her pink lips with her snow-white teeth, her face full of regret.

There was a fire out of nowhere, disturbing my time with my husband!

The sound of horse hooves rushed forward from the side of the carriage.

Xiaotang said to Yu Lao from outside the curtain: "Master, the fire seems to be at Master Wen's house."

The remaining romantic thoughts in Xing Chen's mind were instantly wiped out. He hurriedly got out of Yu Lao's arms and rushed out of the car.

As night fell, the Red Persimmon Village, which should have been hidden in darkness, was now illuminated by a large cluster of flames.

In the middle of the fire were Wen Luo, Chu Luo and his family.

Wen Luo had already rushed over on horseback. Chu Luo left halfway to tow the carriage, and Qi Luo followed him to find his followers. Now only Wen Luo was running towards his home where flames were rising from.

"Wen Luo!" Xing Chen shouted anxiously, afraid that something might happen to him alone.

Yu Lao jumped off the carriage, mounted the horse, pulled the reins, ran to Xing Chen, and stretched out his hand to him.

Xing Chen held his hand, Yu Lao pulled him onto the horse, and with a swipe of the whip, he chased after Wen Luo.

Wen Luo's horse stopped at the door of his house.

The fire burned all the tiles off the house, and only the wooden beams could be vaguely seen to be covered in fire and the brick walls were crumbling.

There is no need to put out fires anymore.

The villagers holding buckets around were all from the scattered surnames on the west side. The men from the Yu family stood there and watched with laughter. The women and children were stopped at the periphery and were not allowed to watch.

Yu Dashan and Yu San were all very proud, "This is really retribution, God has eyes!"

Wen Luo looked at them with a dark gaze.

They shrugged their shoulders with a scoundrel look on their faces: "What's the use of looking at you? Can you put out the fire by looking at us?"

Wen Luo's voice was hoarse: "Who did it?"

"Hey, no one understands what you're saying. What do you mean by who did it? Your own house is flooded and you want to accuse others?"

"Ask, whatever you want, see if anyone saw who did it?"

"You've done so many bad things and now you're blaming others for your consequences. Next time, be careful when you walk or you might get struck by lightning!"

The people from the Yu family were laughing and looking at Wen Luo provocatively.

Wen Luo understood that no one was at home all day and there was no fire at all. Even if something happened to the fire in the stove in the morning, it could not have started burning after dark.

It's obvious what this is.

It was just that he and Chu Luo rescued Xing Chen last night, and today the Yan family went to cancel the engagement, which caused the Yu family's bastards to retaliate.

These bastards knew they couldn't win in a head-on fight, so they resorted to underhand tactics and set the house on fire when no one was home.

In this way, as long as no one saw it and no evidence could be found, Wenluo would be unable to do anything to them.

Wen Luo squinted his eyes in the firelight, looking for the chicken he was going to kill to scare the monkeys.

He doesn't need to know who did it, as long as someone is buried with the house.

Xing Chen and Yu Lao came behind Wen Luo amid the crackling sound of flames.

When the young and old masters of the Yu family saw Yu Lao, they immediately broke into fawning smiles. Then, when they saw that Xing Chen and Yu Lao were riding on the same horse, their faces immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The old patriarch of the Yu family wanted to come up and say hello to Yu Lao, but Yu Lao gave him a cold look, and he lowered his head and stood there, not daring to move.

Xing Chen got off the horse, walked to Wen Luo, gently held his hand, and stopped his actions.

"Brother, don't be sad."

The burning beams finally couldn't withstand the licking of the raging fire, and broke with a loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.

Wen Luo stared at the flames for a long time.

"Xingchen, I'm sorry. I just gave you a home, but now I'm leaving you homeless again."

"Home is where my brother is."

Wen Luo turned to look at him, his eyes full of heartache.

Xing Chen smiled and comforted him, gently shaking his head to indicate that it was okay.

Then, Xing Chen turned his attention to Yu Dashan and the others.

Yu Dashan and Yu Liu looked at him provocatively and stuck out their tongues and made obscene gestures towards him.

For something like a fire, there is no way to convict someone without evidence. Even the Lord cannot pin the blame on them, so these people are very proud now.

Wen Luo frowned, Xing Chen held his hand tightly and smiled at those people.

In the small mountain village, the wind started to blow, becoming stronger and stronger, and the fire in the house grew bigger and bigger.

Soon, the howling wind sounded like the howling of a ghost. Everyone huddled together in fear, bent over and squinted their eyes.

"Why is it so windy all of a sudden?"

"Where does the evil wind come from?"

"Everyone pull each other, people will be blown away."

"..."

Amid the clamor, a shrill cry suddenly rang out: "House, house, house is on fire!"

At first, the sound did not cause much noise in the strong wind, after all, the house had already started burning.

But when they opened their eyes with difficulty in the dust, they saw that the fire on Wen Luo's house had spread to the east.

Wen Luo’s home is a dividing line, and to the east is the entire Yu family.

"Please put out the fire, my house is on fire!"

"Fight the fire!"

"House, my house!"

"Put out the fire..."

The strong wind blew their wailing cries into pieces.

How could anyone put out the fire when even people couldn't stand steadily in the wind?

So all the members of the Yu family cried and shouted as they watched their home engulfed in flames.

The flames of Hongshizi Village lit up most of the sky.