Super Martial God

In the past, Lin Mu seldom came to the factotum Pavilion. I never thought that Lin Xiaowan would suffer such treatment here.

The angry flame, like a volcanic eruption in an instant, burst out madly with the potential of heaven and earth.

"Stop!" Lin Mu kicked the door and his forehead jumped violently.

The middle-aged woman is Zhao Fang, the steward of the factotum.

She was surprised when she heard the roar, but when she found out that the visitor was Lin Mu, she suddenly looked disapproval. The yin-yang strange airway: "Oh, it was young master Lin."

If it were any other Lin family disciple, she would be flattering right now.

But Lin Mukong has status. She doesn't pay attention to her status and strength.

"Little... Young master." Lin Xiaowan bowed his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes with his small hands. He seemed very guilty.

Seeing Lin Mu's sudden appearance, her first thought was not to complain or complain, but to feel guilty for hiding the situation from Lin Mu.

Heartache!

feel sad!

How did Lin Mu know Lin Xiaowan? He didn't know what she thought. He just felt that his heart was pricked by a needle.

Reason almost collapsed. Lin Mu's eyes were red, like an enraged lion. He stared at Zhao Fang and roared, "bitch, die."

Bang!

Lingli immediately gathered in his palm and patted Zhao Fang.

But this palm did not hit Zhao Fang, but was stopped by a burly boy.

"Lin Zhaojun?"

Looking at the young man, Lin Mu's pupil shrank and said coldly, "get out of the way. I don't care about the past, but if you stop me today, I'll bear the consequences."

Lin Zhaojun, the son of Lin Anfu, the chief steward of the Lin family, is his former younger brother.

When his father Lin Nan was still there, Lin Zhaojun sat in front of him and flattered him every day. However, since his father disappeared and his status plummeted, Lin Zhaojun immediately changed his face and took refuge in his cousin, Lin Feilong, the son of the fourth uncle.

"At your own risk? Oh, I'm so scared. Young master Lin spoke to me again in this tone. " Lin Zhaojun patted his chest, and then spit, "waste, you should wake up. Do you think you are still the old young master?"

"In the past, others let you. It was fear of your father. Unfortunately, the third uncle has disappeared. Now you waste yourself. What can you be proud of without your father's protection?"

Seeing Lin Zhaojun's disgusting face, Lin Mu couldn't wait to step on it. But these days, he has been full of human feelings. He knows that some of these people are right. He is really not the Lin family. In that way, he will only suffer.

Lin Zhaojun is a fourth rank martial disciple.

Zhao Fang also echoed: "what nonsense young master, you have to rely on your maidservant. You really treat yourself as a green onion."

When Zhao Fang's words came out, not only Lin Zhaojun's eyes showed a color of ridicule, but also the servants around shook their heads and looked at Lin Mu with strange eyes.

"What do you mean?" Lin Mu was stunned.

"Does the maid give you a hundred copper coins every month?" Zhao Fang was masochistic. "Do you know what her monthly salary is?"

Lin Mu realized something was wrong at this time, and his voice was a little dry: "isn't it two hundred copper coins?"

Because Lin Mu wants to practice, the second aunt withholds his resources, and the monthly regulations are not enough. Therefore, Lin Xiaowan will give him 100 copper coins every month.

However, he refused. In addition, he thought that Lin Xiaowan's salary was 200 copper coins a month. After all, this was the standard salary of Lin's factotum, so Lin Xiaowan gave him 100 a month and he accepted it.

But Zhao Fang's tone and other people's eyes made Lin Mu's face sink. He thought that his young master and monthly cases had been deducted. How can Lin Xiaowan, a maid closely related to him, be safe!

"Hahaha, the young master condemns me. You are not noble yourself. You don't even know that your loyal maid has only a hundred copper coins a month."

Zhao Fang disdains to laugh. What a bullshit young master, he has to rely on his own servant to support him. He hasn't had a good life as a steward.

"Small bowl, you..."

Lin Mu was shocked again and looked at Lin Xiaowan with complex eyes. This silly girl only had a salary of 100 copper coins a month, but she gave it all to herself.

This means that Lin Xiaowan doesn't even have money to buy clothes except for the food and accommodation provided by the Lin family.

"Young master, I'm fine." Lin Xiaowan's voice is as low as a mosquito.

"Hum, don't pretend to be silly here. Work for me."

Zhao Fang has no sympathy. Although she despises Lin Mu, Lin Mu's identity is there after all. She doesn't dare to scold openly and has no scruples about Lin Xiaowan.

Lin Mu held down his anger. Lin Zhaojun was here. Instead, he calmed down and stared at Zhao Fang: "what do you want the small bowl to do?"

"Kill a hundred fish." Zhao Fang smiled, "this is the task assigned by the second mistress. If it is delayed, the bitch will suffer. Let alone the salary of this month, it will have to be deducted next month."

Just now, Lin Xiaowan was beaten by Zhao Fang. He didn't react very much. However, when he heard that he wanted to deduct his salary, he was in a hurry: "I'll go, I'll go right away."

"Wait a minute." Lin Mu suddenly said.

"Young master, face is important, but money is more important. If you don't work, you still want money?" Zhao Fang thinks Lin Mu has lost face and wants to stop Lin Xiaowan from working.

"Young master, you don't have to care about me. I'm used to doing chores every day." Lin Xiaowan was also busy.

Lin Mu ignored Zhao Fang and painfully touched Lin Xiaowan's small head: "I'll go with you."

"How can you do that? Young master, how noble your status is. How can you do chores like me?" Lin Xiaowan kept shaking his little hand.

Others also stared, and Lin Zhaojun deliberately shouted: "what? Did I hear you right? The young master is going to do those low-level chores with the ability of a factotum? "

"Lin Zhaojun, Zhao Fang, you two bastards, I will bear it first. When I improve my cultivation, I will beat you to death."

Lin Mu was furious, but now he can only bear it. He looked at Lin Xiaowan seriously, "Xiaowan, don't you believe the young master? Listen to me, you must be right. "

"OK."

Seeing that Lin Mu was so serious, Lin Xiaowan couldn't refuse. He nodded heavily and was very moved. The young master was willing to do chores for himself. What he did for the young master was worth it.

In the eyes of countless good plays, Lin Xiaowan took Lin Mu to the farm in the backyard of the factotum Pavilion.

"Young master, if you feel dirty, just stand outside and I'll come." Looking dirty all over the ground, Fang Hu said foolishly.

"It's all here. There's no reason why you just look at it and don't do it."

Seeing the fish in the farm, Lin Mu can't wait. He urgently needs to know whether killing fish can absorb vitality as killing crabs.

At first, he was a little rusty. Although he was a second-class martial arts disciple, he really didn't kill anyone except the caterpillar fungus he accidentally injured.

Fortunately, with Lin Xiaowan guiding him, he finally succeeded.

The palm was slightly hot, and a thousand times stronger than killing crabs, ran into the body from Lin Mu's palm.