From the beginning to the end, she never thought about using or controlling Yang Jian to do something. The existence of the demon god was simply not controllable by humans.
Tushan Rongrong, who is as smart as a demon, does not know where she is. Making a deal with the devil is undoubtedly a slow suicide!
"…………"
"correct!"
After returning to her home, Tushan Rongrong pointed at the mountains of firewood piled up in the courtyard and ordered as if it was a matter of course.
"Chop all the dry firewood piled in the yard!"
………
"what did you just say?"
I didn't hear it very clearly. Please tell me again. "
Hearing Tushan Rongrong's commanding words, Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask twice.
"I said, you should chop all the dry firewood piled in the yard. You will need this wood for fire, cooking, and heating."
When Tushan Rongrong heard the words, she brushed her green hair. Her words and actions were extremely natural, and she didn't even realize how unreasonable her words were.
Yang Jian looked at Tushan Rongrong steadily. When she realized that Tushan Rongrong's expression didn't look like he was joking at all, but was very serious...
Yang Jian didn't hesitate at all, picked up the ax directly, and started chopping firewood under Tushan Rongrong's surprised eyes.
As for the hard work of chopping firewood, that's not the same thing at all.
"…………"
In the prehistoric world, when Yang Jian was thirteen or fourteen years old, he took his eldest brother and third sister and traveled tens of thousands of miles to Yuquan Mountain to become a disciple.
At that time, in order to hide his cultivation, Yang Jian almost traveled tens of thousands of miles as a mortal. What difficulties did he not encounter during this process?
firewood?
It's not even tiring.
Therefore, when faced with Tushan Rongrong's request, Yang Jian thought about it and immediately nodded and agreed.
…
Yang Jian said jokingly while chopping firewood.
"For the sake of my wife, I won't be ashamed to work."
"Since, wife, you have said so, if I don't do it, I may be punished by kneeling on the washboard at night."
"So, after weighing the pros and cons, I can only choose to be more discerning."
When Tushan Rongrong heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
In her heart, she kept telling herself not to be angry. If she was angry, she would fall into the trap of this hateful guy and be led around by the nose.
"Oh, by the way, Mrs. Rongrong, remember to prepare a set of quilts for me. After all, it's already the beginning of autumn and it's a bit cold."
Yang Jian, who knelt down and started chopping firewood, smiled innocently at Tushan Rongrong.
After Tushan Rongrong heard these words, veins popped up on her temples, her fists clenched tightly, and her young and delicate body began to tremble.
Tushan Rongrong, who found that there was nothing he could do against Yang Jian, simply turned around and left.
"..."
"No matter what, don't come into my room, not even a step, if you still want your little brother down there."
After leaving these words that were unclear as threats or intimidation, Tushan Rongrong angrily returned to her house and slammed the door with a loud bang.
Yang Jian, who had been watching Tushan Rongrong enter the house, couldn't help laughing when he saw that she finally lost her little girl's unique temper.
"…………"
Yang Jian's personality is that he likes to take the initiative and doesn't like to be led by others.
If others want to control him, Yang Jian, who notices something wrong, will treat others in his own way.
Therefore, facing Tushan Rongrong, who also has a very sinister personality and is good at calculations, Yang Jian can't help but want to tease her and suppress her.
This will naturally make Tushan Rongrong, who always likes to coordinate the overall situation, hate Yang Jian as a variable.
However, Tushan Rongrong did not know at that time that when a woman hates a man, under certain circumstances, she will easily fall in love with him.
Because women and men have different temperaments. If a man hates someone, then he hates him.
Women are different. Women's hatred is often half love and half hate.
"…………"
"Seeing that you haven't turned against me after I called you my wife so many times, I'll let you go a little easier this time."
Seeing this, Yang Jian smiled and shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the ax and chopped dry firewood on the rocks in front of him one by one.
Immediately, his eyes turned around intentionally or unintentionally. When he saw the direction of the big tree, he shook his head, and the corners of his mouth raised a malicious arc.
"Snap, snap, snap!!!"
Under the big tree nearby, a crow with fiery red eyes tilted its head and stared at Yang Jian.
This crow is not an ordinary bird, but one that was transformed using the art of fox thoughts.
"..."
As for who the owner of this crow is, is there any need to say?
In other words, even if on the surface, Yang Jian is the only one left here, the head of Tushan San, who has returned to the three-story building, is also monitoring Yang Jian.
"..."
"Things are getting more and more interesting, Tushan Rongrong, can you escape from my grasp?..."
Yang Jian, who kept chopping firewood, touched the sweat on his forehead and thought to himself.
For some reason, the flow of time has become very fast.
At this moment, the lights were on in the three-story house, illuminating the originally dark yard with some light.
In the courtyard, chopped dry firewood was densely packed and neatly piled into a hill.
You can imagine how much firewood there is here.
"………………"
"The amount of firewood here is really amazing."
Yang Jian looked at the hills in front of him that were higher than himself, touched his chin, and said speechlessly.
"This guy is fine, why did he put so much firewood?"
"..."
As if specifically responding to Yang Jian's question, an inexplicable voice suddenly sounded from behind Yang Jian.
"Yes, I also want to know why you don't use spells, but just chop them one by one."
"Hey, are you suddenly stupid?!"
Following such a sound, footsteps began to sound one after another, and they were three people.
There was no surprise on Yang Jian's face. He had obviously discovered someone approaching him from behind early in the morning.
After hearing the sound, Yang Jian turned around and looked behind him.
Appearing in front of Yang Jian were the three heads of Tushan, who were also three breathtakingly beautiful girls.
The person walking at the front was naturally Tushan Honghong, the boss of Tushan.
This time, Tushan Honghong was wearing a red palace robe, a pink skirt, and white high socks. As if she was deliberately showing off her figure, she stood in front of Yang Jian with her hands on her waist.
I have to say that Tu Shan Honghong deserves to be the heroine of this world, and she really has the capital.
With his beautiful face and figure, coupled with his straightforward big sister personality, it’s no wonder that he can charm the male protagonist Dongfang Yue Yue.
Of course, Yang Jian only glanced slightly.
More often than not, he would cast his gaze more on the backs of Tushan Honghong, namely Tushan Yaya and Tushan Rongrong.
Compared with Tushan Honghong, who exudes the temperament of a royal sister, the two girls behind her seem to be in sharp contrast, with a different temperament permeating their whole bodies.
"…………"
Tushan Yaya eight hundred years ago was not the cold-faced queen she was during the Baiyue and Tushan Susu periods.
At this moment, Tushan Yaya's face is full of childishness, and her personality is somewhat similar to Bixiao.
She has a delicate doll-like appearance, fair and jade-like skin, shoulder-length swaying black hair, dark and deep red pupils, and of course, the most eye-catching thing is her abnormally proud breasts.
…………
And the other one is Tushan Rongrong who squinted her eyes and saw it was darker than the night. When she opened her eyes, it was clearer than the water of Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain.
"..."
Looking at it like this, it seems that the two sisters Tushan Honghong and Tushan Yaya were worried that their sister would be eaten by Yang Jian, a big pervert, so they came to check it out.
The three sisters, Tushan Honghong, Tushan Yaya, and Tushan Rongrong, stared at Yang Jian, and looked at each other tightly without fear of Yang Jian's gaze.
The three sisters' eyes were so powerful that Yang Jian, who had never been afraid of heaven or earth, couldn't help but lower his head.
Looking at Yang Jian who lowered his head, the three sisters Tushan Honghong, Tushan Yaya and Tushan Rongrong had different expressions because of their personalities.
Tu Shan Honghong's face was expressionless, Tu Shan Yaya burst out laughing, and Tu Shan Rongrong's face was half-smiling, which was unpredictable.
"..."
After this farce, Yang Jian had no intention of doing anything else. He washed up and returned to his room.
To be honest, the three-story bamboo building where Tushan Rongrong lives is, generally speaking, a very ordinary and somewhat weird big house.
Ordinary refers to the house itself.
In terms of area and scale, it is no different from the houses in ordinary wealthy people's homes. It can only be regarded as a villa at best.
What's weird is that the placement of furniture and potted plants is actually arranged according to the Five Shapes of Feng Shui and the Eight Trigrams of Qimen.
To be honest, there is an indescribable sense of weirdness in setting up a Feng Shui array in your own home.
Overall, curious.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Yang Jian.
Tushan Rongrong's house is very large, larger than ordinary villas in terms of scale. With such a large area, there are naturally many vacant rooms.
From a practical point of view, no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit wasteful for Tushan Rongrong to live in such a big house alone.
"…………"
After all, in Yang Jian's previous life.
On Earth, rich people who can afford to live alone in such a large three-story bamboo building will also have maids, servants, security guards, bodyguards, etc. who specialize in cleaning their homes.
