C10 Sheathing Knife

Chapter X Sheathed Knife

One to Two of Tibetan Scriptures

Jing Mo could only agree.

Of the two people who came with Jiao Dahu, one of them was Jing Mo's classmate called Zhou Sen, while the other was a boy with a strange face.

That boy's eyes were cold and detached. He stood at the side and looked at Jing Mo, and after a while, he asked: "Are you a log?"

Jing Mo frowned: "My surname is Jing, and my name is Jing Mo —"

The boy looked at Jing Mo up and down.

Jing Mo only felt that the boy looked at him strangely, as if he wanted to see through him.

Jiao Dahu grinned: "He's just a log, don't you see that he's wooden?"

Zhou Sen looked at Jing Mo, then looked at the boy with the cold eyes, and laughed out loud. "The two of you are a pair.

Jing Mo did not understand the meaning behind Zhou Sen's words, and explained: "His name is Shitou, he was transferred from another class just now, and seems to be one year younger than us — —"

The boy called Shitou looked at Jiao Dahu. "So what if you're young by a year? A year younger can beat you to the ground. " With that, he raised his head and looked at Jiao Dahu.

Because of Jiao Dahu's tall and strong build, he had always kept to himself in the class. He never would have thought that he would feel some fear towards this rock, and did not dare refute it. Instead, he turned his head and said to Jing Mo: "Come, Wood, take us to take a walk, maybe we'll find that grave."

Jing Mo nodded, and then brought Zhou Sen and the stone to follow the flow of the Jingjia Village, turning all the way down.

This pile of Sand Kings where the Jingjia Village was located was around a few dozen kilometers in radius, and the Jingjia Village was distributed above it.

After the four youths walked for a few miles, they tiredly sat on a large fallen pine tree by the roadside and began to rest.

Stone raised his head and looked around. He saw a house on the hill. He pointed at it and asked, "Which house is that?"

Jing Mo hesitated for a moment before telling Stone: "It's my house."

Shitou stared blankly at the house.

However, Jiao Dahu and Zhou Sen jumped up. Looking at the house that seemed to not have more than ten houses, Jiao Dahu swallowed his saliva: "Is your family that rich?"

Jing Mo was a little embarrassed: "My family doesn't have any money."

Jiao Dahu's face was full of disbelief: "Impossible, without money, your family built so many houses? Are you lying to us again? "Come, let's go to your house and take a look."

When Jiao Dahu, Zhou Sen and the two others found Jing Mo, he was already waiting for them at the bottom of the locust tree at the entrance of the village. Therefore, the three of them did not know what Jing Mo's home looked like. Seeing that Jing Mo's home had so many houses, the desire to explore the Ou King's grave disappeared from Jiao Dahu's heart, but his curiosity towards the reason for Jing Mo's house had increased greatly.

Jing Mo was in a bit of a difficult situation: "My grandmother went to play mahjong with her, my grandfather wasn't at home, it wouldn't be convenient for you all to go to my house …"

Jiao Dahu asked curiously, "Then what about your parents?"

Jing Mo lowered his head and bit his lips, not replying to him.

Jing Mo knew since he was young that he was not the biological grandson of Jing Laotou. The Jingjia Village was so small, only having a few dozen households. Furthermore, the women in the village loved to gather together and gossip when they had nothing to do. From top to bottom, regardless of gender or age, all knew that Jing Mo was a child picked up from the Yellow River by the Jing Laotou.

Especially that eccentric Dr Luo, who liked to brag about himself every time he treated a patient. What he said, if not for him, Jing Mo would have died a long time ago, and it was even a loss for the name he gave Jing Mo that caused Jing Mo to be invulnerable for all these years.

Every time, Dr Luo would put on a show and say, "Do you understand how to use the form word? "In ancient times, people would always say 'cousin'. Liu Bei was a person with profound morals. Cao Cao's expression was Meng De. Zhao Yun was even more famous —"

The patient quickly interrupted him: "Dr Luo, what kind of medicine do you want my child to prescribe?"

Therefore, this Jingjia Village people all knew of Jing Mo's ancestry. More accurately speaking, the son of the Jing Laotou was rich. According to others, the son of the Jing Laotou was now the general manager of an electronic company, although he would not come back a few times every year, he would definitely bring a lot of money back for the Jing Laotou.

Whether they brought the money or not, they did not see any big guy, but Jing Laotou had given a lot of money to the villagers on this matter regarding Jing Mo. He purposely reminded everyone not to mention Jing Mo's background.

Take people's money and get rid of disaster. These villagers all promised Jing Laotou that they would keep their mouths shut. As for whether or not he would tell them behind his back, no one knew.

Therefore, when these villagers met Jing Mo, they would reveal mysterious smiles on their faces.

Jing Mo knew that these people did not want to offend his grandparents. Since they were not going to reveal it, then Jing Mo would not reveal it. Furthermore, his grandparents treated Jing Mo extremely well, and treated him as their biological grandson. And in Jing Mo's heart, it was the same as being the grandfather and grandmother of Jing Laotou.

Although he had no parents in his heart, it was still a huge flaw in his little heart …

When Jiao Dahu asked him, he naturally did not know what to say …

Zhou Sen acted like he was showing off, and said to Jiao Dahu: "I know, I know, Jing Mo doesn't have parents, he was picked up from the streets —"

Jing Mo slowly stood up, his face completely red, he rushed back home.

Jiao Dahu ran over and grabbed Jing Mo: "Wood, where are you going?"

Jing Mo bit his lips and did not say a word.

Stone and Zhou Sen also rushed over.

Stone stared at Zhou Sen for a moment, then said to Jing Mo, "Jing Mo, don't be afraid …"

The reason why he had been running so fast just now was actually because he was afraid that after Zhou Sen returned, he would tell his classmates that he had no parents, and was just a child picked up from the Yellow River.

That way, he didn't know if he still had the courage to face the curious gazes of his classmates. Perhaps he was not only curious, he was also disdainful …

Stone turned his head, stared at Zhou Sen and Jiao Dahu, and said word by word: "I'll tell you two, you are not to talk about Jing Mo ever again, not a single word. Otherwise, I'll meet you guys once, and I'll beat you up once!"

After saying this, not only Zhou Sen, Jiao Dahu stood there stunned, even he became dumbstruck when he saw this.

This youth before them was a year younger than them, so every word that he said was sonorous and powerful. If one listened to him, they would not have guessed that he was only nine years old — —

The youth stood there like an unsheathed saber, his edge exposed. The words he said were also like a knife, and the coldness in his voice was oppressing …