Chapter 969: Caught a thief (1/2)

She thought of what the villagers said. In the middle of the night, a thief who stepped on a stone to steal something from someone else's house would be this one, but she only had firewood here. Of her firewood.

The door opened with a squeak, and the snowy wind outside brought in coldly on Yan Huan's face and body. In addition to those familiar colds, she also awakened her more and more clearly some.

She could hear the person's breathing and footsteps.

It was a man, and he was still panting.

And the man was walking forward crippled, and suddenly, with a crash, his foot stepped on a branch, and a curse was also emitted.

”Fuck!”

He whispered in secret that the green eyes of green beans were also glowing green, and from time to time he stretched his neck to stare at the woman wrapped in the quilt.

”Laozi is going to sleep with you tonight and let you be my daughter-in-law,” the man rubbed his hand and rushed directly to the quilt. He thought that the one he rushed to should be an individual, but how did this feel wrong? Coming here, it seems that he crushed him, not that he crushed him directly.

He stretched out his hand and touched the broken quilt. This hand was stretched in. A cloth sack from nowhere came to cover his head, and behind it was a wooden stick hacking his head to his face. He was screaming and screaming involuntarily, but no matter how hard he struggled, he was finally beaten up.

”Help, help...” he shouted, ”Mom, help me, your son is going to be killed, help, help me...”

He was crying and shouting again, calling for help from time to time, but now it was midnight, and outside was ice and snow, and it was far away from the village entrance. Don’t say that he called for help, even if he shouted his own voice. No one can save him.

Yan Huan knows who this person is, so she didn’t hit any killers. When she hits people, she also hits the thick skin. At most, it will make people hurt, but it will not be fatal.

She tied the person to Wuhuada with a rope. She also sat at the stove and added firewood to the stove. The man kept yelling and screaming, but Yanhuan didn’t take care of him, maybe even him. I was tired of being scolded and sleepy, and I fell asleep like a dead pig, still snoring.

This is when Yan Huan walked past, uncovered the cloth covering the man's head, and then looked at it through the light that was not bright at this time.

It's that wretched monkey man.

It's a person in the village.

This person is called Jin Gen.

She found a mass of rags and stuffed it directly in Jin Gen's mouth, and then covered his head so that it would not die.

She added some firewood to the stove, and I was afraid that she would never sleep again.

And she just sat by the stove, adding firewood into the stove from time to time, until the time passed by one minute and one second, until the time passed by her.

In fact, at this time, she hoped that time would pass quickly, and the winter would end earlier.

The wind patted the outside door from time to time, yelling, every time it seemed to blow the door out.

Yan Huan raised her face and stared out of the window. She could see the daylight faintly, much brighter than usual. She knew that it was clear that it was only because of the snow.