Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang silently did push-ups.

Wang Danni took care of herself and came back. She glanced at her secretly, and her walking posture was a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Wei was ordered by the captain to rest in the car. Then Lei Li called Wang Danni over, whose back of his trousers was obviously stained with blood in the morning light, and sent the two away without explanation.

The male soldiers completed the 200 push-ups one after another and paused to rest.

Hua Dongfeng winked at Jin Yanming and asked him if he wanted to continue to share the joys and sorrows with the punished Su Haitang.

Jin Yanming gave him a roll of his eyes.

Three hours! Even if he has the intention, he doesn't have the power! Why should I accompany you? Is he familiar with Su Haitang?

Didn't you see that even Ling Beishan, who usually screamed so wildly, backed down?

Well, that guy Yan Wanzhou was so heartless that he still accompanied him silently. He seemed to be willing to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire to save his friend's life.

After a ten-minute rest, Lei Li issued another order as expected, telling them to dig a hole.

Yes, it means digging a puddle, the deeper and bigger the better.

Jin Yanming waved his shovel and muttered angrily in the heavy rain.

"Is it sick to dig a hole on a rainy day? Bury him after digging! He has such a dark heart, why didn't he be struck by lightning?"

Hua Dongfeng's back felt cold, and he turned around subconsciously. When he met Lei Li's fierce eyes, he was suddenly frightened.

Why does the captain walk without making any sound?

Also, is this the aura of seeing blood all the time? murderous look?

Brother Ming is miserable.

"Your eyelids are cramped?" Jin Yanming threw away another shovel of dirt to vent his anger.

Suddenly, he was kicked hard on the buttocks. Jin Yanming fell defenselessly into the bottom of the pit that had been dug to a depth of half a meter. The accumulated mud and water splashed up to Lao Gao and got into his angry open mouth!

"That bastard kicked me? Bah, bah, bah!"

"Who are you?" Lei Li squatted beside the pit where he had stepped aside, looking at him with a sinister smile, a look of ill-intention on his face.

"I, I said I want to be my father." Jin Yanming looked at his face that was blurry in the faint morning light, his heart and eyes full of fear and nervousness.

This evil star doesn't look like a human being at all, even if he is a bit brave, he is a little calm now.

It's strange, how come that little girl Su Haitang is never afraid of the captain? Even though he was punished, he acted as if nothing happened, yet he still dared to bargain for the price.

Damn it, is he a man worse than a woman? !

Jin Yanming slowly cheered himself up, his back getting straighter and straighter, and the handle of the shovel in his hand almost broke.

"Hey, you have a nice look. You're a bit interesting. You can be considered a man. Come up here. Dig quickly. We'll dig the hole in half an hour!"

Fifty people can dig a pit three meters in diameter and one and a half meters deep in half an hour. The amount of work is really not too big.

Su Haitang continued to do push-ups.

Yan Wanzhou accompanied him silently, and Lei Li paid no attention to him.

"Pay attention to your breathing rhythm, inhale up and exhale down, breathe evenly, and don't hold your breath."

Su Haitang whispered instructions to Cousin Yan who never left him. The Purple Qi Art circulated, and the meridians and blood vessels all over his body evenly dispersed the soreness of certain muscles that had been tense for a long time.

"The same goes for movements. It doesn't require speed. The water flows slowly."

"Okay, keep the pace. Now empty your mind and imagine yourself bathing in the spring sunshine, surrounded by endless prairie, with warm wind blowing, green grass like waves, and hidden cows and sheep munching grass leisurely."

"Did you feel their leisurely chewing? One, two, one, two..."

There was no gasping sound in Su Haitang's voice, which was as soft as a prose poem recitation playing on the radio.