Chapter 862 This Is for You to Eat

Seeing a stranger who was dressed in darker clothes approaching, the black-bone chicken was frightened out of its wits, and quickly flapped its wings and fled around.

Jun Yexuan raised his foot and chased after him. Immediately, a yard was flying like chickens and chickens, and chicken feathers were flying all over the sky.

Mu Jingheng looked at Jun Yexuan's distressed state of catching chickens, leaning on the belt and laughing.

In the end, I didn’t laugh for a while, and got a cane on my head again, "I told you to chop firewood and boil water! Why are you laughing here?!"

Mu Jingheng: "..."

On the other hand, the human-rooster battle was still going on, and when Jun Yexuan was chasing him profusely, he suddenly discovered that besides Qiao Qing, the most difficult thing to chase in the world was chickens.

Qiao Qing didn't know Jun Yexuan's absurd and unbearable thoughts at all. Looking at the man submerged in the chicken feathers through the door, she couldn't help laughing.

Jun Yexuan couldn't catch him, so he got annoyed and got up and took out the gun from his waist.

With a "bang", the whole world was quiet.

Mu Jingheng looked at the twitching chicken that fell to the ground, shook his head and said "Tsk", "Amazing, this chicken probably never knew that it would be shot to death in its entire life."

Jun Yexuan: "..."

other people:"……"

Jun Yexuan turned to look at him, "Don't be so poor, what about the firewood you chopped and the water you burned?"

Hearing this, Mu Jingheng hurriedly picked up the ax on the ground, and imitated what was played on TV, and straightened the round wooden stick to be split.

Although he was Jun Yexuan's follower, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth after all, and it was also the first time that he was chopping firewood.

When he hit the round wooden stick with his axe, it looked like that. Who knew that when he swung the axe upwards with too much force, it hit his forehead with a bang sound, and a visible visible spot appeared on his forehead immediately. Velocity musters a pack.

Mu Jingheng threw the ax violently, screaming in pain.

Seeing this, Jun Yexuan laughed so hard that he held his stomach, tears were about to come out.

The little firefox curled its lips in distaste, and it did not disappoint.

Just then, a helicopter landed outside the yard.

Jun Yexuan was in no mood to pay any attention to Mu Jingheng, turned around and ran out of the courtyard gate.

After a group of subordinates got off the helicopter with their things, they saw Jun Yexuan who was covered in chicken feathers, and they were immediately scorched by Lei, "Three...three young masters?"

Only then did Jun Yexuan remember his dirty state, and immediately withdrew his hand.

It happened that Qi Yusen also came over at this time, he looked at Qi Yusen and said: "Brother, you send the things to Qingqing, I will go to the helicopter to clean up and change my clothes."

Qi Yusen took the things, turned his head and glanced at him, "You won't lose your chicken feathers later?"

Jun Yexuan smiled when he heard the words, "They've all come here, why do we need us?"

As he said that, he pointed at the chicken on the ground to his subordinates, "You guys should work together and stew it into soup."

A group of subordinates: "..."

They are all trained dead soldiers. They used to travel all over the country with their masters, living a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

I don't know when the style of painting changed suddenly. It was either giving women's products or stewing chicken soup.

But Miss Biao's man is also a half master, so they dare not refuse to listen.

Seeing Jun Yexuan's arrangement, the old woman rarely raised any opinions.

Most likely, she was afraid that these men who didn't touch Yang Chunshui would ruin her home because of the chicken soup.

Qi Yusen escaped, and his heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

The division of labor and cooperation among the subordinates was really fast. It didn't take long for a pot of black chicken soup with a strong aroma to be stewed.

Mu Jingheng had been hungry for a whole day, and he was about to drool when he smelled it, but he didn't feel ashamed to ask for it for himself, but looked at the old woman who came over and said:

"Even your grandparents and grandchildren can't eat such a big dick? Qingqing is weak now, why don't you share some for her?"

The old woman gave him a blank look when she heard the words, "You are really stupid, can women eat this during menstruation?"

As she spoke, she took out the black chicken soup and handed it to Jun Yexuan, "This is for you to eat."

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