Little Brother, slow life in another world

Chapter 3

    When Yang Dalang arrived home, Miao He's tension rose to its highest. For a long time in the future, living under one roof, this person is the one who is most likely to see through himself, and it won't work if he doesn't deal with it properly. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Miao He tensed up.

    After the sound of walking straight to the house, with a creak, the wooden door was pushed open.

    Miao Hezao put down the hard pie underneath, staring unconsciously, ready to respond. Unexpectedly, the tall figure who couldn't see his face in the backlight, only looked into the room, and turned back to the front yard without even entering the room.

    Miao He sighed, but the result was not up to the point, as if he had hit the cotton with a punch. But the tension in my heart is not less, on the contrary, it accumulates more and more, just like when you are queuing for an interview, you will only get more and more nervous. Miao He wants to stretch his head and shrink his head with a knife. Long pain is worse than short pain.

    After reviewing the original body's attitude towards Yang Dalang again, Miao He walked to the door and said stiffly, "I will

    pay back the silver!" Hearing this, the tall body squatting with his back to Miao He finally twisted his angle. Turned around. Only then did Miao He see that Yang Dalang, whose face was vague in the memory of the original owner, had high eyebrows, deep eyes and three-dimensional features. If it weren't for the hideous scars on his face, he would definitely be a modern rugged man.

    But the momentum that immediately revealed it made Miao He a little difficult to speak. "Then what, I will

    pay back the money for the treatment." Yang Dalang frowned, stood up and walked to Miao He, and asked condescendingly, "What to pay for it?"

    Miao He was forced to look up, wondering in his heart. With a tongue, the height of the two is at least a head and a half. He wants a punch, can't he stand it? "I, I can grow vegetables, and I can return it."

    Yang Dalang didn't say a word, staring at people for a while. Miao He only felt as if he had been scanned with a laser, and the goose bumps were all over. Fortunately, in the end, Yang Dalang only turned around and continued to deal with his prey.

    Miao He breathed a sigh of relief at this noncommittal reaction. He just stated that he wanted to pay back the money, in order to reveal his attitude of drawing a clear line with Yang Dalang, begging for help, but Miao He didn't dare to do too much, so he chose this kind of topic with hints of position. What's more, this is also conducive to his next plan.

    Miao He hurriedly added another sentence, "I won't run until I have

    paid the money." Yang Dalang didn't return his head this time, "Look for it if you ran."

    Miao He choked. The sentence he added was originally intended to comfort people, but the available answer was somewhat unexpected.

    Is this person really insisting on treating himself as his wife? Don't think about getting together and getting loose?

    If this is the case, shouldn't it be better to emphasize the rejection?

    Also, the original body is like this, why doesn't Yang Dalang feel angry at all?

    Just thinking about it, he saw Yang Dalang getting up again and frowning at him, "Go in. Close the door."

    Miao He had some doubts. After looking intently, Yang Dalang was holding a bloody knife in his right hand and a bloody deer in his left hand.