Chapter 4 — Tam Phong Spouse

When I was six years old, I secretly wore my brother's clothes and went out to buy candy. Because she was too ostentatious, she was kidnapped by human traffickers. In the same carriage there was an extremely handsome blind young man. Beautiful like a jade doll. Later, both were sold into the bar. Because I was still young, I was given to the madam as a promotional item. He couldn't see anything. Besides, I only believe in myself. From feeding, changing clothes to wiping the body, bathing... Everything must go through my hands. For half a month. I tied his hair in a bun. He taught us to recognize words. Until the day the soldiers broke down the door and rushed in. I still asked him: "Big brother, if... if I were a girl and saw all of you..." "Would you marry me?" He laughed. "Isn't A Cuu a boy?" "But..." "If that day really comes..." "I will marry you." But after being picked up by my family. When I went back to look for him. He was no longer there. ... In the quiet bathroom. Steam floats lazily. Qi Nam Do raised his eyes and looked at me. A drop of water slowly rolled down my throat. "...It's you?" I propped myself up on the edge of the bathtub and smiled at him. "It's me." "So now I don't need you to marry me anymore." "Let me marry you." He endured it and endured it again. "...You go out first." I immediately turned my back. "Then is it okay if I turn my back?" Seeing that I was deliberately pretending to be stupid. Qi Nam Do closed his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood up. The sound of rushing water rang out. I couldn't help but open my mouth again: "Can you clean your back yourself?" "Or let me help..." "Shut up..." "A Cuu." I chuckled. "I'm no longer named A Cuu." "I'm Thanh Hoan." "Tham Thanh Hoan." He had just finished tying the belt of his shirt. I immediately turned around, boldly said: "I'm hungry." "Want to eat breakfast." "... Haven't eaten at home yet?" "I want big brother to feed me." Half a month in Thanh Lau. The name is that I take care of him. Actually... I'm also very greedy. If you secretly eat cake, your madam will find out. I'm sure I'll get kicked in a match. So every time there is breakfast. He quietly left half a piece. Fumbled and brought it to my mouth. Right at that moment. Khong Thanh brought breakfast and came over. As soon as he saw me in the room, he was so startled that he almost kicked the tray down. "Tham... Miss Tham, why are you..." "Walking by." I calmly replied. Then he immediately pulled Qi Nam Do's sleeve and began to act coyly. "Put me." Qi Nam Do lowered his eyes to look at me. "You're not afraid of me?" "What are you afraid of?" "You can't kill me." "The monk said it." "I have a strong fate." He suddenly grabbed my wrist. Pull me closer to you. The voice was low. "The monk also said..." "I have the destiny of killing stars." "Specializes in killing people nearby." Breaths intertwined. Body heat is transmitted through clothing. While he was speaking. I raised my head and kissed him quickly on the chin. "It's okay." I smiled. "Just cut me off." He felt like he was electrocuted. Immediately let go. Take half a step back. Khong Thanh stood next to him, stunned as if petrified. Qi Nam Do turned around and was about to leave. "...I still have something to do." "Going to check the house?" I pulled his sleeve back. "Then we have to finish breakfast and then go." "Your stomach is not good." Khong Thanh couldn't help but ask: "How does Miss Tham know that Vuong has a stomach ache?" I immediately replied: "He is my person." "Of course I know." Khong Thanh: "???!!!"Being entangled with me, there is no other way. Qi Nam Do had to sit down and hold chopsticks. I tilted my chin toward the breakfast plate. Signaled him to feed him. He pretended not to notice. I suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh right." "Just now I saw a red mole on the back of your waist..." "It seems even redder than when I was a child..." I didn't finish speaking. A piece of lotus seed cake was immediately stuffed into my mouth. He withdrew his hand. His face was still cold as ice. But the lobe of his ear... turned red again. ... After breakfast, I followed Qi Nam Do to check the house. Maybe he wanted to scare me away. Today the person was examined

considered the Minister of Chu, a man who embezzled military provisions. A whole yard of people were tied up and dragged out, the sound of crying and cursing rang out. Some brave people pointed directly at Qi Nam Do and scolded: "You inhuman henchman!" "You living King of Hell!" "You don't die kindly!" The words became more and more venomous. The aura around Qi Nam Do immediately cooled down. He tilted his head and looked at me. "Did you hear that?" "In my opinion, aren't you afraid of being scolded by people as a cruel and cruel deity, leaving you with an eternal bad reputation?" His voice was low and cold. "On my hands..." "There has never been clean blood on it." I did not answer. Just reached out and pulled out the long sword at Khong Thanh's waist. Cold light flashed. The one who cursed the hardest suddenly fell silent. A piece of tongue fell to the ground. Blood splattered on my sleeve. But I just raised my eyes and looked at the silent courtyard. "Embezzlement of military provisions." "Making the generals on the border suffer from hunger and cold." "So many people who had not yet had time to go to the battlefield died of hunger, freezing in the middle of the road." "The king searched your house..." "There is no injustice." "If you really feel unjust..." I gently flicked the tip of my sword and smiled. "Then go down to the ground." government." "Come in front of the King of Hell to complain." "Let's just say that the statement was made by me, Tham Thanh Hoan." "Tell him to come personally to claim my life." This case was originally dug up by me in my free time, following clues. Catch a beetle. Pulled out a whole nest of worms. The Chu family did not dare to curse Qi Nam Do anymore. He immediately turned around and cursed me endlessly. Qi Nam Do suddenly raised his hand. "Close their mouths." Khong Thanh immediately led people forward. I sheathed my sword. Taking out a handkerchief, pulling his hand, carefully wiping each fingertip. "Look." "Your hands are very clean." "The number of people who have their heads cut on the battlefield..." "Much more than you." His fingertips trembled slightly. But don't withdraw your hand. For three consecutive days.