Scriptures of the Great Emperor

Shi Dashan’s mood is very uncomfortable.

He deliberately raised the request so high, every time he was prepared to use the title to get angry. As a result, Lin Biao was so lukewarm, he didn’t feel like he was going to attack, obviously he had achieved his goal, but he felt a little comfortable. No.

It was like a punch, but it hit the cotton, giving him a feeling of nowhere.

Humph!

Let you live another two days!

Shi Dashan walked toward the Linjia Stone Courtyard and his eyes became colder.

"Wait, the bag of food left."

At this time, Lin Biao’s voice passed from behind.

Upon hearing this, Shi Dashan sneered, and the hand holding the sack was a little tight, and there was no intention to hand it out.

Although there are not many bags of grain, it is also a luxury for a few times. Since he is in his hands, he still wants to go back. The sick man is really buried for a long time, and even his head is buried, dreaming in the daytime.

He was thinking like this, even a little bit of a smile, intending to turn around and taunt a few words, but suddenly felt a cold hand on the back of his hand.

"you!"

Shi Dashan’s face sank, and the sick man dared to touch him!

He turned and just got angry, but suddenly his face turned red, and a painful heartache on his back came up, so he couldn't help but make a sigh, and his hands were unconsciously loose.

At this time, Lin Biao quickly released his hand, took over the sack, and then smiled.

"Thank you."

He stepped back two steps, carrying sacks, and took a punch at Shi Dashan, then walked back to the stone house.

Shi Dashan looked cold and looked at him coldly. His face turned red. He seemed to want to swallow him, but he didn't do it until Lin Biao disappeared completely in the stone house. It was cold and his eyes swept around. Circle, see that few people are nearby, turn around and leave.

The little fat man first looked at Shi Dashan with a suspicious look, then hurriedly chased the house.

"Uncle, you can't go mining!" He rushed to catch up.

"Why?" Lin Biao stunned.

He knew early in the morning that things were not that simple, but he didn't understand what it meant. Can he really hope to starve him?

The little fat man’s face was anxiously red: “The iron mine has already collapsed several times, and many people have been killed, so there are not many people. The demand for this village is so great that it must be dangerous!”

Just coming back from the ghost gate, he really didn't want his uncle to go to such a dangerous place.

In addition, when I go there to work, there is usually extra food as compensation. But the second uncle has not only not been, but has been detained so much. It is mad to go to work for them.

It turned out to be the case.

Lin suddenly realized that he nodded and had a bottom in his heart.

It is no wonder that those people forced him to work, and now I want to come, whether it is iron or mining, it should not be a good errand.

Indeed, if he encounters a mine disaster while mining, he can only blame him for his bad luck, and no one can say anything, just to the will of those people.

"Nothing, I stayed in the cave for so long, there are some ways to stone, or else I can't come out."

Thinking about it, Lin Biao still comforted the little fat man.

Originally, he was unwilling to explain his character, but the little fat man was so worried about him. If he didn't give a point, it was a bit unreasonable.

But he said that the little fat man is even more anxious.

What kind of joke, is this iron ore and rock comparable? If you rock, he can punch a mountain, but this is iron ore!

Iron ore squatting down is a joke. A piece of iron ore with a height of half a person is a thousand pounds. It is the soldier of their hunting team. If you can’t make a small blood, it’s dangerous to smash down an iron ore. If you are not careful. Being shackled, maybe it will hurt you.

"Do not worry." Lin Biao smiled.

"worried!"

The little fat man was in a hurry. He quickly said: "Isn't it an iron ore every day? I am going to dig. Even if I have a mine disaster, I can top it. I will stay at home with my uncle. I can see who dares to let it. You go to work, big deal, we take out the family rules!"

"Don't mess around!"

Lin Biao's face sank and it was really serious.

Little fat man is kind, but it is not the time to turn faces with those people.

These hunting team fighters were not fuel-efficient lights. He had previously tried Shi Dashan. His press was actually in the crack, and he used ten layers of force, but only left a red seal.

You must know that his current strength is already stronger than when he just woke up. At that time, he could break the mountain rock. Now he can't crack the iron ore. It is definitely not the physical body that can withstand it, but Shi Dashan actually It was a boring and it took it down.

And behind these people is definitely not just a stone mountain.

The Lin family said that it is a family, but in fact, he and the little fat man are left. Except for this stone house, even the pseudo-family can’t count. He hasn’t figured out the situation. It’s really time for the poor to see the picture. Maybe those people are opponents...

But the little fat man snorted twice, apparently not taking it.

The next day.

Lin Biao closed up and wore a brand new animal skinsuit. He followed the map on the bronze medal and rushed to the iron mine.

It was just a little gaze on the way, but it made him feel uncomfortable for a while.

He seems to be working like this, but it seems that the new official took office, saying that it is almost the same to supervise the work. Even with some gaze, he is somewhat uncomfortable.

After all, the little fat man couldn't help him, let him come over, but he didn't know where to find a good snowsuit, he had to wear it, and he refused to give in.

It is said that this is what the ancestors left behind, that is, they are really encountering mine disasters, but they can also block some. If they are not directly killed, they must be dug out.

He heard a lot of warmth in his heart, but there was also the urge to burst into tears...

"He really didn't die."

When Lin Biao walked through this township road, a few large stone carriages, a young man wearing silver leather, was looking through the window at Lin Biao.

This young temperament is extraordinary, carrying a sword at the waist, leaning on the carriage, but with cold eyes in his eyes.

"He dared to warn me, let me not play Nie's idea."

"In fact, the son does not have to be like this. It is just a poor worm who can't see the reality. After all, the son is a big man. Why should he care about him? Look at him like this. He thought that it would be a good thing to let him go to mining." The old man sat on the side of the youth and said respectfully.

"Do you think that I really only care about this matter with him?" Zhu Mingyu squinted at the old man.

"The meaning of the son is..." The old man glimpsed.

At this time, Zhu Mingyu put down the curtains in his hands, "Shi Tong, go back!"

"Well, drive!"

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