Kudo

"Kunlun fetus?" Fatty repeated in surprise, "Brother, you mean earthborn fetus? Is this Monkey King, Monkey King?"

That's all there is, a drooling Monkey King, a bruised and swollen Zhu Bajie, and a half-disabled Monk Sha. As for the remaining one, he has delicate features, delicate skin and tender flesh, which fits the image of the legendary monk Tang.

Wu Xie's consciousness was a little drifting, and sometimes he even felt like a snake, with his tongue sweeping back and forth in his mouth, and he couldn't help but stick it out to cool off.In order to avoid sticking out his tongue like an idiot, he simply closed his eyes wearily, preparing to fall asleep in a trance, when he was suddenly patted on the face.

"Don't fall asleep."

Wu Xie opened his eyes in a daze, and met Zhang Qiling's gaze.He stayed for a while, and suddenly found that Zhang Qiling was not so paralyzed. For example, at this time, Zhang Qiling not only had a little unconcealable emotion in his eyes, but also looked very anxious.

"At first glance, I was not sure, because the formed Kunlun fetus is very rare, but it is not unheard of. Herb pickers in the mountains often claim that they have encountered spirits, and there are often legends about herbs becoming spirits among the elderly. These are not true. For example, in areas rich in Cordyceps, everyone has a consensus: the most mature Cordyceps in the deepest forests are forbidden to be mined, and those who disturb their sleep will be punished by lightning when they go down the mountain. , it is not so much a jade or a living being, but a kind of medicinal material." Zhang Qiling said.

Wu Xie stayed for a while before realizing that Zhang Qiling was explaining to them.He exchanged an inconceivable look with Fatty, and he thought he had seen a ghost, the dumb Zhang actually changed his job as a commentator, what happened to the cruelty who cherished words like gold back then? What about the glamorous and noble looking up at the sky in silence at 45 degrees?

They were all so surprised that after a while after Zhang Qiling finished speaking, the fat man said uncertainly: "Brother, you mean, this little brat can be used to treat innocent people?"

"let me try."

It's not whether it's possible, but to try it out. Actionists are different just in the way they answer questions.Wu Xie was lying on the ground like a corpse, watching Zhang Qiling slowly approaching the mucus-covered baby with a black knife in his hands—in fact, Zhang Qiling couldn't move forward at all, the Kunlun fetus was crawling fast and vigorously, and at this time he had already stretched out his chubby body. With one hand, he tried to grab Zhang Qiling's trouser leg, but he looked at Wu Xie at the same time.

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, feeling that this scene was a bit weird, and thinking about it again, isn't this the rhythm of little tadpoles looking for daddy?Before he had a hard time opening his mouth, the fat man spoke first: "Brother, I think it knows you. It was so ugly just now, but now it behaves like a grandson—"

Zhang Qiling turned a deaf ear and didn't look sideways, and cut the baby's throat with a knife.

"Boy," the fat man choked violently, "cough... cough, cough cough."

"Crying is a baby's instinct. It is still in its infancy, and it can only vent its power in this way," Zhang Qiling said. "Its intelligence is not enough to understand the consequences of catharsis, which will pose a threat to us."

The fat man touched his neck and let out a "hiss".

Whether it is Wu Xie or Fatty, when seeing a baby in this kind of place, first of all, they must keep vigilance and distance, and involuntarily regard it as a life form of the same level. He was labeled as a child of the earth, and apart from ignorantly venting his power, he has no threat value.In his eyes, the earth birth fetus is purely a medicinal material, and it can be used in emergencies. When he cuts the opponent's throat, he feels as normal as an ordinary person chopping vegetables.

Zhang Qiling is not the exorcist boy with a sense of justice and positive energy in the comics. He saves people and kills them.Zhang Qiling's style of doing things is to do things in his own way, straightforward, and never dragging his feet. This often leaves an impression of indifference and inhumanity, but when he blocks you with a knife and blood splatters on your face, you will definitely kneel Call your loved ones.

He does not have the picturesque and warm spring of a "good guy", nor the insidious, cunning, sweet-hearted swords of a "bad guy". He is just, very moving.

Of course, it was impossible for Wu Xie to be moved by Zhang Qiling's knife. At this time, Wu Xie just confirmed one more point: Zhang Qiling really sees this person more clearly than anyone else.

So the enemy is the enemy, and the medicinal materials are the medicinal materials. Even if the medicinal materials have been refined, they may still be able to scream "baba mama".Wu Xie suddenly felt that it was very difficult: If one day, for some reason, he stood against Zhang Qiling, would he be mercilessly hacked to death, or would he be able to survive with a little old love?

Although Wu Xie immediately made up his mind to become strong enough before that day came, this question still troubled him for a long time.

"Brother, your grandson is crying," the fat man pointed at the baby with a ruptured throat on the ground, "This, this is fucking—fucking shit, I don't know how to coax children."

Wu Xie noticed that the earthborn fetus did not die because of the fatal wound, a lot of transparent liquid flowed out of its eyes, and its immature face was wrinkled pitifully, exactly like a human baby crying .However, Zhang Qiling just said lightly: "No need."

Aggrieved, Zhang Qiling carried the earthborn child in front of Wu Xie. Wu Xie looked at the fleshy wrist in front of him and remained silent.The fat man was right, this mysterious object that roared to the sky not long ago was a good grandson in Zhang Qiling's hands.

The liquid from that wrist dripped onto Wu Xie's chapped lips.

The fat man let out an "hey" and poked his eyes straight at Wu Xie, while Wu Xie stared at the unborn child, as if in a daze, thoughtful.After this stiff silence lasted for half a minute, Wu Xie took a few breaths lightly, as if it took a lot of effort to calm down, and then said: "I can't drink."

For the first time in so many years, Wu Xie felt that he was more educated than Zhang Qiling, an old monster—so university is still very important, knowledge is power, and wit determines success or failure.

"Brother, do you think it's Baihu Huoluo Ointment? Like me, if you just drink some blood casually, you won't need to open the hospital." Wu Xie smiled, "Come on, fat man, I am now If you can’t move it, you go and bandage the unlucky child and take it home, we’d better not move this thing.”

The fat man was amused when he heard it: "I said, Comrade Xiao Wu, you are more rigid than you used to be. It used to protect cultural relics, but now it's changed to protect animals?"

"I grew up singing that I picked up a penny on the side of the road." Wu Xie glanced at the fat man, "If you don't want me to belch here, you can go. It's not immoral. Tuo did it. Hey, young man, he is full of blood, and he can't stop it."

Li Cuo and the Wang family's affairs are like a student who was picked up by the school staff on the verge of death. He passed on his skills and taught his career with great love. After it was over, he let go of his hands and slapped his buttocks and ran away. He didn't forget to bring his boss back to tear down the school ——The fat man rubbed his chin, thinking that this is indeed a wicked thing, and Li Cu's performance is definitely better than the wolf in Mr. Dong Guo's story, but the latter is beaten by everyone, while the former makes him feel very Cool.

So the fat man went to pick up the unborn baby in Zhang Qiling's hand, and said, "I think Li Cu is a malleable talent. I will train and train him later on, Fatty. He is definitely a good helper for the party and the country, and a good friend of the people."

"Nonsense," Wu Xie said in a long sentence, a little anxious, "If we delay any longer, you don't have to look back, just prepare two coffins, one for me, and one for me to stuff Li Cuo into —my pair is more expensive.”

"Look at you, you still have to pull a backrest—hey, little brother, you've regained your senses, let go," the fat man suddenly shouted, "Tsk, I can't pull it, my hands are quite strong."

Zhang Qiling stared at Wu Xie: "Think about what you have to do."

Wu Xie looked at him calmly, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, "Damn it, he is cold, domineering and handsome. The younger brother has the same demeanor as before, staring at whoever is pregnant, but it is a pity that he is a monk now, with a pure heart and a rock-like heart. He has his own shielding filter." mirror.

"Let's be honest, little brother, forget about the fat man, I didn't expect you to follow me," Wu Xie said with a relaxed face, "I didn't count you into the game from the beginning to the end, and as a result, if you don't pay attention, you will accidentally go out of your way." On the set, this is enough for me to do, if you don't cooperate, tsk, I can't have confidence in myself any more—" He suddenly paused.

Zhang Qiling seemed to want to say something to interrupt him, but he didn't say it in the end, because Wu Xie had already quickly answered.

"I will fail," Wu Xie continued, still looking into those eyes, "The price of failure is death. Do you think I want to die? Or do you want me to die?"

Translated into adult words: If you still don't let go of your mother, do you want me to die, or do you want me to die?

If you disobey me, I will be killed by you. If you retort, you will delay my chances of survival. If you don't cooperate, you will stab me in the wound.What is the highest level of threat, what is the secret skill of surpassing the one-crying, two-making troubles and three-hangings? If Su Wan was present, he would definitely give Wu Xie two thumbs up for his shameless big move: Congratulations, boss, you have a thicker skin.

However, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Wu Xie suddenly thought that the prerequisite for this kind of threat to be established is that the other party values ​​him. If you are lighter than straw paper in the eyes of the other party, then even if you dance a hula around the fire and shout "If you dare Come here and I'll fuck", without even getting a peripheral vision.

Therefore, during the period of Zhang Qiling's silence, Wu Xie was rarely a little nervous. After all, the next answer might change the overall direction of the plan—maybe there were some other factors, but he didn't realize it at the time.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Qiling let go of his hand and asked him.

"Hey, that's right, you let go, the fat man will carry the baby back," Wu Xie smiled, "It's as simple as that."

The fat man hugged the unborn child, and went to the cave of the bronze tree.Wu Xie was still lying on the same spot, as usual, covered in blood, and looked like a corpse at first glance, with a cruel spirit guard standing beside him.

"Hey, little brother, let's chat?" Wu Xie took a break for a while, and slowly calmed down, with a relaxed and happy face, "I feel like I'm about to fall asleep."

As expected, there was no answer.But when he felt dull and drowsy, he accidentally heard Zhang Qiling's voice.

"It's up to me to approach the bronze tree."

"Dementia," Wu Xie snorted, "Come close to the bronze tree with your intermittent dementia, do you want to wait for the fat man to carry me over, and see you and that little kid hugging each other and crying?" ?”

Zhang Qiling shook his head and sat down. In this way, the distance between him and Wu Xie was shortened a lot.Under such close contact, Zhang Qiling chose to look at Wu Xie.

The situation that he had seen at a glance in the past was gone, and it was obvious that the person in front of him must have experienced something unusual in the past few years, and it had changed completely, and it could even be said to be earth-shaking.If Wu Xie ten years ago was a blank sheet of paper full of question marks, then Wu Xie now not only fills in all the answers, but also sets up many puzzling problems.

How hard is it?

as hard as ultimate.

"I don't know your age." Zhang Qiling said suddenly.

This is a very un-"Zhang Qiling" question.Wu Xie froze for a while with a surprised expression before answering: "37? It could be 38, or maybe a little bigger, I don't remember."

"No," Zhang Qiling frowned, "You—"

"I look young," Wu Xie took over, "but little brother, no matter how young you are, you can't catch up with you. If you insist on comparing me, then I'll have to go to the blind man to get some supplements. A truckload of melatonin was gone."

The feeling of being stared at by Zhang Qiling for a long time is definitely not good, because his gaze is often full of aggressive inquiry, which makes people feel that there is nothing to hide.However, when Wu Xie was talking nonsense about "Melatonin", Zhang Qiling noticed that while maintaining his gaze, Wu Xie's expression was also very relaxed, without the slightest nervousness of being stared at.

This means that in some respects, Wu Xie seems to have grown to a level comparable to him.

Some things can only be accumulated by time, and this time is not enough for days, months, or even years.But the fact is right in front of our eyes, the time imposed on Wu Xie has far exceeded the weight of ten years, it almost makes people feel that his life should have reached the limit long ago, and if there is another second of intrusion, it will collapse immediately.

This is very unusual.It's not a good sign either.

"Brother," Wu Xie asked suddenly, "How much hope do you think I have of succeeding?"

"No matter what you want to do, in front of the ultimate, there is little hope."

"Oh, that makes sense," Wu Xie nodded, and asked again, "Then tell me, how long can I live?"