The pain didn't matter, he found that his arm also hurt. Rolling up his sleeves, he saw blue bruises on his arms. Anger rose in his chest, his chest rose and fell violently, and then he felt a throbbing pain in his stomach. With a sullen face, he lifted up his shirt, and saw that his chest and stomach were almost all bruises.

His face completely sank.

Who beat Wang Dagen? !

Wang Dagen is already like this, what about Wang Dachun?

Although she is not a gentle sister, she is a sister who loves her brother. Wang Dagen was beaten like this, what about her? Is it more serious? Thinking of this, he panicked!

Ignoring the pain in his legs, he struggled to get out of bed.

As soon as he walked, he found his body weak and weak. This feeling was familiar to him, and it was often caused by insufficient food.

A heart sinks to the bottom.

When he left last time, Wang Dachun held twenty taels of silver in his hand. Later, his confidant gave Wang and Li two more money for compensation. Enough for her to pay off her debts, prepare for the winter, and spend the winter safely.

Something must have happened.

He was in a hurry, but he couldn't move his injured leg in a big way. He was anxious and angry, and he was sweating from the pain as soon as he moved to the door.

He didn't bother to wipe it, and moved out bit by bit. Holding the door frame with one hand, he moved out of the house when he saw a figure lying down by the stove in the yard, his eyes widened instantly, and his heart was broken: "Da Chun?!"

There was still a fire in the stove, and the firewood was crumbling at the stove's mouth. As long as Pei Jiufeng came out at night, sparks could fall on Wang Dachun's body, and the consequences would be unimaginable!

Pei Jiufeng was so anxious that she couldn't even care about the pain in her leg. She dragged her injured leg and rushed to the stove. She didn't care about burning her hands. Struggling to move back.

Her body is soft, which makes Pei Jiufeng somewhat relieved, at least she is still alive.

Away from the stove, he finally sensed the sharp pain in his leg, and almost fainted for a while. Taking a breath, he sat down slowly and placed the injured leg. Then he lifted Wang Dachun's head and patted her face lightly: "Dachun? Wang Dachun?"

Her face was red and hot to the touch.

Not by fire, but by fever. Pei Jiufeng was deeply regretful, why did he come now? If he had come earlier and knew what happened to them, he might have avoided them.

Very scared again. If he was careless and thought that there was no one at home, he would lie on the bed still, when would he find Wang Dachun?

He shook his hands and patted Wang Dachun's face lightly, but Wang Dachun didn't respond at all, and he was already burned into a coma.

Only then did Pei Jiufeng realize that she was wearing a cotton-padded coat that was so short that her wrists were exposed, and that there was almost no cotton. Patches are all over the place, and there are still a few small holes that have been broken, but they have not been repaired.

With so little clothes on, how could it not be frozen?

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and dragged her into the house.

He injured a leg and struggled to move around by himself, let alone drag a comatose person.

Pei Jiufeng didn't know how she dragged people in.

When he entered the house, he lost his strength. He was weak all over, and his legs were swaying. He took a breath, moved to the bedside, tore off the quilt, and then moved to Wang Dachun's side step by step, wrapping her around her.

He couldn't put her on the bed, he could only take the quilt off.

"Dachun?" He called her again, seeing that she was unconscious, lying motionless on the ground, her face was red with burns, she felt thinner than before, her heart seemed to be pinched, and the pain was so painful shake.

After settling her down, he dragged his injured leg and moved out of the house again, walked to the stove, looked at the still-extinguished stove, sat down, and slowly filled it with firewood.

What is cooking in the pot.

When you smell it, you know it's not a good thing.

However, if there are good things at home, Wang Dachun will not be reluctant to cook for his brother.

His throat was choked, and his eyes were hot. When his vision gradually blurred, he raised the back of his hand and wiped his eyes.

Pick up the firewood and continue to fill it.

There is a warm mouth at the moment, which can save Wang Dachun's life.

Chapter 63 The Tyrant's Vase 15 Punishment.

Pei Jiufeng burned the firewood for a while, and felt that the pot was almost cooked, so she supported the ground with her hands, and stood up slowly and laboriously.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, a cloud-like white steam surged out, obscuring the sight instantly. He picked up a wooden spoon and stirred it in the pot to disperse some steam, and then he gradually saw what was being boiled in the pot.

A heart sour as if soaked in vinegar.

It seems to be soaked in Huanglian again.

Sour and bitter, wrinkled into a ball.

What is she eating? !

Unclear brown tubers, rotten and speckled vegetable leaves, hard and irregular shapes that look like gnawed bone scum, and things of various colors that he can't recognize at all...

He thought that rotten vegetable leaves were the worst food in the world, but it turned out to be far from it.

Immediately, felt angry, hated, and ashamed.

This is a condemnation of his ruling, and a slap in the face.

He let the people of the world live like this.

I didn't feel anything before, because didn't care about it. Even if everyone in the world died, he didn't care.

But the demon attacked his heart, so he had someone to remember in his heart. The person he remembered was one of the people of Limin.

As long as he was wiser, how could she live such a life? !

Guilt and regret almost overwhelmed him, he knew that this was the purpose of the demon, to let him know his tyranny, this emperor was incompetent.

But at the moment, he has no sense of resistance or rebuttal at all.

He was only glad that he was Wang Dagen now, and he came over when she was in a coma, and he didn't let her fall unconscious in front of the stove and get burned by sparks, causing even greater disasters.

There was a pain in his chest, and it was hard to even breathe. He just felt that he deserved it. Scooped half a bowl of clear soup, and then the spoon stirred in the pot, trying to scoop out some less scary-looking food.