Chapter 8

The aunt was anxious when she reached the door but could not go out.

“Why did you lock the door?”

She was trapped in the courtyard and shouted at the top of her lungs as she turned her head and looked around. “Zhao Zhan?! Open the gate for me!”

The husband was trembling as he held onto the pile of leather. He only managed to hold on for a few minutes before everything fell to the ground. He panted heavily and tugged at his wife.”Stop wailing. Zhao Zhan might have gone up the mountain. Ask that little vixen to open the door for us instead. Zhao Zhan protected her as if he was protecting his own eyes. It’s impossible for him to not leave the keys for her!”

“Are you guys talking about me?” Yue Jiaojiao was gentle and soft, and there was even a hint of shyness in her voice. “Do you want this key that Zhao Zhan left for me before he left?”

Yue Jiaojiao’s smile was sweet and tender. In her soft and delicate little hand was a woodcutter bigger than her arm, and a key hung shakily on the tip of the knife. “Come and get it yourself!”

A gust of wind blew, and Yue Jiaojiao’s waterfall-like long hair fluttered in the wind. Her eyes and red lips were slightly curved, and her voice seemed to be bewitching from the mountains. “Why aren’t you coming to get it?”

The duo subconsciously leaned against each other.

A demon!

She must be a vixen!

Did she also eat Zhao Zhan?

“Help! That demon is harming people! Help me!”

The husband kept swallowing his saliva. Half of his body was curled up behind his wife’s shoulder. He trembled and couldn’t say a word.”She, she, she…”

Zhao Zhan heard the commotion from the courtyard from afar and was extremely anxious. “Lizheng, can we hurry up?”

Lizheng was almost 50 years old this year, and his legs were completely incomparable to Zhao Zhan’s. He walked beside Zhao Zhan, panting.”You’re walking too fast!”

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?”

Lizheng’s heart ached as his body suddenly rose into the air.

Zhao Zhan carried Lizheng on his shoulders and ran back home. “I’m worried about my family, I have no choice.”

Lizheng’s head was dizzy from the shaking and he couldn’t help but want to vomit.

When he arrived at Zhao Zhan’s door, he heard howling. He felt his head hurt even more. It was like a funeral in broad daylight!

“There’s no such thing as a demon!”

Seeing that Zhao Zhan had arrived, Yue Jiaojiao leaned on her walking stick and wanted to open the door. However, Zhao Zhan had already anxiously slammed the door down. He didn’t care about Lizheng, who was still at the door. He ran into the courtyard and looked at her from the tip of her head to toe. Only then did his wildly beating heart finally settle down.

“Zhao Zhan…” Yue Jiaojiao pointed at the others in a coquettish tone.

“They robbed our house and touched the new clothes you bought for me…

“Also, she keeps screaming and shouting. My ears are hurting from the voice.

“Also, they just occupied our house and made me stay in the courtyard. I’m tired of it!”

The coquettish act from her melted Zhao Zhan’s heart. He turned around and squatted down, his sturdy back facing Yue Jiaojiao. “Get on, I’ll carry you so you can rest for a while.”

Yue Jiaojiao’s heart was moved as she lay on it.

“Zhao Zhan! Are you there?” Seeing that someone had come, Zhao Kuazi was emboldened. She sat on the ground and shook, not caring that her clothes were dirty. “She’s a vixen! We should send her to the village and splash her with dog blood! Burn her to death!”

“You shut up!” Zhao Zhan glared at the other party, the muscles on his arms bulging. “You’re disturbing her!”

The aunt was speechless.

Lizheng, who had finally recovered, cleared his throat and stared at the chaos in the courtyard. He couldn’t help but look at them in frustration. “What are you doing in Zhao Zhan’s courtyard? What’s with these things you’re holding?”