Foreword:
[Being rich and noble unjustly is like a floating cloud to me]
[--Confucius]
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[Part①——Men live by forgetfulness]
The war in the pastoral garden has come to an end.
Xueming dragged his heavy body into the soft and warm quagmire of flesh and blood, and followed Wen Bucai to pick up the unconscious Jason.
He felt so tired that he almost fell asleep standing up.
The high-intensity battle for half an hour drained Xueming's mental strength.
Holding your breath and shooting again and again is like taming a wild beast. To tame the Blood Wolf Eye in your hand, if you miss a few times, all your previous efforts will be in vain.
When Wen Bucai shouted the slogan "The area is completely silent, there is no abnormality in inspiration".
Xueming's whole body relaxed, and an indescribable sense of fatigue surged from his limbs.
His brain was urging him crazily to fall asleep quickly and go to sweet dreamland to rest for a while.
He barely took a breath during the long and short run from the outskirts of the checkpoint to Boke Pass, from Boke Pass to the iron plank road in the pastoral garden, and then from the iron plank road to the hotbed with a gun.
The high concentration of energy and the high-pressure environment along the way made Xueming shaky and almost fainted.
Meteor also looked listless - Xueming saw that this tall man was no longer as energetic as when he first set off.
Ah Xing's hands were hanging by the seam of his trousers. The clothes on his body were gone. He was shirtless and his trousers were about to tear. Both arms were bruised and bruised. After treatment with the panacea, the injuries on the two metacarpal bones had healed, but it would be difficult to recover from nerve fatigue for a while.
The young man walked forward with a cane, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The moment he stepped out of the stone gate, he was blinded by the bright and dazzling lights in the corridor.
The mindless and unhappy mental energy is visibly declining, and the faster the mental energy declines, the more and more obvious the vague and uneasy pressure of inspiration will be.
Wen Bucai stopped laughing and teasing, and took out a bag of Guangling San Xiaolongbao from his carrying bag, "There is another bag of sixteen pieces here, which is my last inventory. The shelf life of this stuff is very short, so take advantage of it." Eat it fresh and you’ll be a little refreshed.”
Jiang Xueming didn't say much and was not polite at all. She took the steamed dumplings and stuffed them into her mouth.
The spicy and stimulating soup spreads on the lips, teeth and mouthpiece, and the fine minced meat, carrying the delicious aroma of the soup, slips into the stomach pouch at once.
——It was like a sexy and seductive bomb that instantly ignited Xueming's spiritual essence.
He ate six pills before he felt the dull nerve pain in his head was relieved. He hesitated and stuffed two more pills into his mouth, and his stomach also felt warm.
His hands and feet no longer trembled, his thinking gradually became clearer, and the light source of the Heart of Steel gradually stabilized, like a breathing lamp that dimmed and brightened.
"The strength is back. Although it is not much, it is enough." Jiang Xueming said calmly, "I can continue to fight."
Bu Liuxing ate the remaining eight steamed dumplings, then raised his head to the sky and roared: "Resurrection with full blood!"
Jason was awakened by this startling roar and woke up from his hazy state.
"How do you feel?" Wen Bucai patted Jason on the shoulder.
Jason quickly looked at the wound on his abdomen. Under the treatment of the panacea, it had recovered as before, and even the scars were invisible.
He vaguely remembered the last words he heard before his consciousness faded.
"The human body is such a wonderful thing..."
That kind of quip sounded horrifying to him.
But there is a saying that breaking the body at the waist is not a fatal injury - cutting in half in ancient punishments can make people live for a long, long time and die in extreme pain and lengthy torture.
With the protection of a panacea, it is not difficult to reposition the intestines. During the suturing procedures of most laparotomy surgeries, the doctor will stuff the intestines back into the abdomen little by little. It only needs a little tidying up to prevent them from getting tangled and knotted. They will automatically recover - this is what Wen Bucai calls the "wonderful human body".
"I can continue to fight." Jason stretched out his hand: "Give me the lapis lazuli."
"I'll leave it to your little waiter to assess your mental state. I don't want to get involved in your affairs. We are all adults and must be responsible for our own safety." Wen Bucai pointed to his side - —
——The little waiter’s face was covered in blood and he didn’t have time to wipe it off.
Wanting to kill little Sullivan's half-dragon body, she emptied the magazines of four UMPs, and her whole body turned red.
"employer..."
When Jason put on the lapis lazuli, he immediately found the truth from his keen sense of smell and inspiration pressure - he could almost see the scene of the little waiter raising his gun and shooting the enemy.
"You saved my life?"
The waiter smiled awkwardly, his blood-red face showing two rows of white teeth: "It doesn't matter...I picked it up. When that freak ran out, I felt that he was very, very weak. He was dead. The door was wide open - bullets could kill him. I made this judgment and immediately shot him with a gun."
Jason nodded, almost crying: "Thank you... thank you..."
The little waiter would be a little confused for a moment: "No, employer, it is mainly due to VIP Mr. Wen. If this freak's soul power was not blown away by Mr. Wen and beaten to pieces - otherwise, I might be blamed." It might get stuck here!"
Jason suddenly hugged the little waiter and covered the back of his head.
"Thank you...thank you..."
Wen Bucai shrugged helplessly, his expression was like that of an irritable young man who had seen a painful drama at eight o'clock, and turned back toward the animal pen.
Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing followed immediately.
Meteor's inspiration was relatively weak. He was confused and couldn't figure out the situation at all.
"What's going on? Brother Ming?"
Jiang Xueming thought for a moment and immediately said, "That little girl's life was hanging by a thread just now and she almost died."
Meteor was surprised: "Really? I think she's pretty good, right?"
Jiang Xueming shook his head: "If we come one step earlier or one step later, if we enter the hotbed at the wrong time, the waiter behind us will hit the weirdo with soul power head-on."
"Fortunately! Fortunately, that strange shadow came towards me!" Meteor breathed a sigh of relief: "So, she saved her life?"
"Maybe it has something to do with the characteristics of lapis lazuli." Jiang Xueming thought of the mysterious pyroxene, "Lapis Lazuli also has lucky properties. Jason Megan has so many lapis lazuli, he should be a very lucky person. The goddess of fate is secretly here Look after him.”
Meteor heard Jason crying behind him again.
The waiter couldn't persuade her no matter how hard she tried.
"Thank you...thank you for surviving...thank you - I don't know how to thank you...thank you for accompanying me here, I'm really not a good employer..."
"Sir! Don't cry. If you cry again, I will compete with you! Who can cry louder!"
"Please spare me, I can't help it, I can't help it... I originally thought that during this journey, I might reach the end of my life - painting for you, measuring that huge dragon for you I have to see the truth about my body size, at least in this way, I will no longer be a [useless person]."
"Sir...how can you think so?! Is life something that can be given up casually?"
"Several times, I fainted under the pressure of this terrifying inspiration. Those two Easterners gave me insight into the true feelings in my heart. Only then did I realize that I was not made to be a hunter at all - but I wanted to You performed this farce with me for so long! It took so long! From Hung Hom to Reykjavik, it took half a year and more than 3,000 kilometers!"
"Sir, I feel very happy when I'm with you. The BOSS didn't blame me. I think it has understood your and my feelings. I can kill this strange shape because you taught me time and time again to observe carefully. Prey, can recognize their death door, rather than me saving you, it is better to say that you saved me."
"So I couldn't stop crying. When I saw you safe and sound, I couldn't stop crying... At the moment when night went to dawn in this devil's cave, I couldn't control the emotions in my heart at all - I just wanted to hold you You. Wendy Mills...my..."
The muzzle of UMP's gun pressed against Jason Megan's chin, asking the sloppy man to raise his head——
——The little waiter's eyes were cold. Although there were still tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and was determined to kill: "My good sir, are you serious? How can you call someone by the wrong name at this time? Even if you call someone casually in Murloc language Maybe I can respond to your name."
Far away in the animal pen corridor, Wen Bucai laughed happily.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
That kind of laughter is very harsh and very wicked.
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[Part②——can be kept for the next life]
Fifteen minutes later.
Jason's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he pointed seriously at the Burke Hotel.
"Based on my extensive experience in finding ways to escape... we should go to the Boke Hotel to find an elevator-like passage - there are no other roads in the Great Shepherd Garden."
Meteor: "Hahahahahaha!"
Jason didn't pay attention and just continued: "The Boke Hotel is a place to entertain guests. We previously received the customs clearance certificate from the shopkeeper of the big fat lady. According to the standard process of the organizational structure of the Platform Zero Copycat Abyss Railway, we were asked to go to Mu Come to the garden for the test of the three elements - and then the blood donation ceremony."
Meteor: "Hahahahahaha!"
Jason still didn't care, and continued: "I have a very flexible mind, Mr. Wen Bucai, what do you think of my reasoning?"
Wen Bucai: "Hahahahahaha!"
Jason: "Can you stop laughing?"
Jiang Xueming covered her mouth: "I didn't laugh."
Jason climbed onto the twisted iron bridge and suddenly turned around and shouted angrily: "You obviously have! You've been secretly smiling! You haven't stopped! Half-smiling! It's scary, you know?!"
Jiang Xueming: "Hahahahahaha!"
"I didn't tell you to laugh!" Jason scratched his head and led the way. "Why did I follow you to this hellish place in a fit of passion? What disease did I have?"
Looking at Jason's face, his left eye was no longer visible, and his swollen eyelids were swollen into lumps. Several teeth flew out, making it difficult to speak.
——It’s all done by the waiter.
The waiter followed his employer without saying a word, urging him to move forward quickly.
Jason asked as he walked: "Can you use a panacea to cure my face?"
The little waiter immediately said: "No! You have to learn to forget! Next time, are you going to hug me and call little Wendy's name? What do you want me to do? Really use the gun in my hand to use your little brain?"
Jason added: "One of my eyes is swollen and I can't see half of the things. If I encounter an enemy, I can't measure the distance... Do you know? In a boxing match, if one eye is injured, you can't go." Capture your opponent’s fist.”
Meteor used his elbow to punch Brother Ming hard: "Hahahahahaha! He still wants to box? Brother Ming?"
Jiang Xueming said nothing——
——He was just thinking about how strong Wen Bucai was.
During this long journey and continuous fighting, Wen Bu only ate a few mouthfuls of Guangling San Xiao Long Bao to replenish his mental strength, and he didn't even drink a sip of water.
Is this the man who single-handedly overturned the dragon sixteen years ago?
If we say that Soul Power Drunkard is Wen Bucai's offensive ability.
This amazing willpower, mental strength, and food reserves for continuous fighting are the courage for the dragon-slaying warriors to challenge the dragon.
But now, a few of our friends have eaten most of his food reserves.
There is not much ammunition left——
——A Xing's ammunition supply has been used up, and more than a hundred 9mm handkerchiefs were stolen from Mr. Wen's hand.
The Battle Master still has forty-one bullets, the last two magazines.
Eye of the Blood Wolf still has 166 rounds of 7.62mm rifle ammunition. Whether it can finish an encounter is a question. If you encounter street fighting or indoor fighting with many bunkers, you may have to squander it all immediately.
Although the bullets are gone, the weight on the body is also reduced, which is the only good thing.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xueming saw the bulging weapons bag on Wen Bucai's body and asked, "JOE - how many ammunition do you have on you?"
"The projectiles have been used up." Wen Bucai first told the worst news, and then began to announce the names of the dishes: "There are still sixty-one points for 50 points. My soul is itchy and I can't save much ammunition. As for Victor, I have given all the bullets to Bu Liuxing."
"Ah? You can't do this!" When Meteor heard this, he immediately wanted to send the nine-millimeter ammunition back to Wen Bucai: "You should use it!"
Wen Bucai shook his head: "You keep it for yourself."
Immediately afterwards, the VIP showed Jiang Xueming's stick and nunchucks, "Jiang Xueming, there are other ways to use this stick, please take a look."
Wen Bucai vigorously swung his nunchucks, holding the eight gates and eight poles talismans tightly in his palms - the green lion's hair was immediately twisted into a strong long rope, separated by a distance of about thirty meters, like a fierce whip , the iron rod shattered the plaque of the Bock Hotel. The terrifying kinetic energy penetrated the obsidian behind the plaque, pierced into the rock, and opened spider web-shaped cracks.
Jiang Xueming's eyes were filled with little stars.
He immediately took out another pair of sticks and used them in the same way, but no matter how hard he swung them, he could not achieve the trinity of strength of hand and mind like Wen Bucai.
Again and again, again and again.
He waved his long whip tirelessly to break apart mountains and rocks, and the steel rods bounced and collapsed among the rocks.
Wen Bucai: "Okay, baby, stop playing. You can't understand this in a short time... What the hell?"
It only took dozens of attempts——
——Xue Ming captured the soft yet strong tenacity of the lion's hair.
He raised his arms with the sound of howling wind, and the long whip hit the rocks on the cliff like a sharp arrow through the air, sinking more than two inches deep, but it was not strong enough, not deep enough, and not powerful enough.
Wen Bucai finally looked at Jiang Xueming's arm - from that right arm, there were fine spiritual threads pouring out.
Those are traces of [transformation].
It is a sign of nymphs spinning silk and pupating.
——Just seven days?
Just seven days? Is this kid going to start his next transformation?
If that little black cat knew about it, it would be so happy that it would drink several large bowls of goat milk. It would send the good news several times to the VIP WeChat group, and it would also have to call me ten thousand times alone and send me a big message. Red envelope...
[Oops, I can't pretend to be dead and dive for ten thousand years. ]
Wen Bucai was relieved when he thought of this. He raised his hand to take a photo of Xueming's spiritual body thread and sent it back to the VIP group without blushing or heartbeat.
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[Wen Bucai: Please view the picture information on your mobile phone]
[BOSS:? ]
[Phoenix:? ]
[Bloodhound:? ]
[Victor: Old friend! I have paid off my debt and made a lot of money! Tell me, how much will it cost to get you back to the station? Make a price? ! ]
[Bloodhound:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]
[Wen Bucai: Being rich and noble unjustly is like a floating cloud to me]
[Ghost: BOSS, every time there is news in this group, you reply immediately. Do you live in the WeChat group? ]
[BOSS: Look at this ID]
[Ghost:? ]
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Turning off the phone screen and turning on Do Not Disturb, Wen Bucai continued to think——
——In this special spiritual pressure environment, it is normal for the nymph's experience bar to rise rapidly when being around VIPs.
I just don’t know if this kid can get out alive.
He gave me a very reassuring feeling. It has been a long, long, long, long time since I heard such a reliable observation report or conducted such high-quality coordinated shooting with others.
——Jiang Xueming, step into the meteor.
I hope you live up to your name.
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Heavy knocks came one after another from the mountain stream rift valley. The iron rod opened deep holes one after another in the rocks - it became deeper and deeper until it was completely penetrated into the obsidian mountain. It was difficult for Jiang Xueming to pull it out.
After putting away the stick, Xueming suddenly woke up when he saw the spiritual thread on his arm gradually returning to his physical body.
"Am I... starting to transform again?"
Wen Bucai whistled, with a smile in his eyes, and used the nunchucks in his hands as drumsticks to beat each other.
The iron rod seemed to be connected with human nature, sparks emitted from the joints of the blue lion's hair, and then the rod suddenly tightened, and the ropes rotated and twisted - four short rods were spliced into a steel mace, this magical change was astonishing to watch. Slobber.
Axing immediately said: "It can transform! Brother Ming! Let me play with it!"
"Your cane can also transform, you can play with it." Jiang Xueming followed suit and turned the two pairs of nunchucks into a mace. It became heavier and its center of gravity also changed, making it difficult to swing. .
Wen Bucai used the mace as a cane, stepped into the front hall of the Bock Hotel, and continued to move forward with Jason.
Meteor felt aggrieved, took off a large cloak and wrapped it around the tramp's body, and followed Wen Bucai into the dark front hall.
Wen Bucai was at the front. He raised his mace and a green flame immediately lit up the road.
Jiang Xueming also did the same. The mace in his hand refused to obey at first. He just shouted softly: "Help me, friend."
The stick immediately burned, as if Xueming had to express his feelings in words before he could hear his master's call.
Behind the corridor from the kitchen is an elevator with a small indentation, like the shape of a palm.
Jason immediately recognized the palm size of the elevator key.
This machine lock is very rough and primitive.
There is no electronic device, and it relies solely on skin, flesh, and bones to identify people. If the hand size is not correct, it will never be opened.
Under the bright cyan fireworks, Jason immediately identified the owner of this palm as the shopkeeper of the Bock Hotel.
Jason ran out and came back again, forgetting his things.
"Knife! Give me the knife!"
Jiang Xueming threw the hunting knife and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Jason didn't pick it up. He bowed arrogantly like a waiter and pretended to take Mr. Wen Bucai's hunting knife.
Jiang Xueming covered his face: "What's wrong with him?"
Wen Bucai: "Have you recorded this grudge?"
Jiang Xueming took out his journal, wrote down a line, and then picked up the hunting knife, "Yes, I wrote it down."
In just a minute, Jason Megan ran back with a fat palm in his hand. It was the body of the shopkeeper obtained from the cliff road in the Bock level.
In the high temperature environment, this palm became swollen and decayed at an alarming rate.
He pressed his palm several times, and the gears of the elevator door began to scream. Unfortunately, the dead palm could not open this stubborn door.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Jiang Xueming: "What should I do?"
Bu Liuxing: "Could it be that you took it with the wrong hand?"
Jason stopped talking.
Jiang Xueming stopped talking.
Lian Wen Bucai stared at Meteor and looked at Ah Xing's innocent eyes with strange eyes.
Ah Xing scratched his head and felt embarrassed: "Hehe... I just want to liven up the atmosphere... How can something like mistaking the left and right hands happen?"
Jason's little head immediately thought of a solution.
He washed his palms, threw them back into the kitchen to dehydrate, and sent them to the cold storage to cool down.
Another ten minutes passed before the locksmith finally unlocked the elevator door.
Wen Bucai applauded non-stop, his eyes full of disbelief, and pressed the elevator summons button: "You are so talented!"
When Jason heard such a compliment, he felt very happy, "Hey...it's just a small skill."
——Then there was a long wait.
They don't know where this elevator leads.
There is no floor display, only the hourglass above the head drives the gear set through the mechanical spring, and rotates upside down to start timing.
About two minutes passed.
The sound of a copper bell came from the main compartment of the elevator.
The iron gate then opened——
——Five people squeezed into the spacious elevator.
Wen Bucai scanned the floor and asked him, a dragon-slaying warrior, to guess the correct answer. It was extremely difficult to guess right at once.
So everyone started to look at Jason again.
Jason gained confidence and said, "Give me a little panacea, just a little. Seriously, I can't go to the enemy like this, right? When they see my bruised nose and face, they will know that I am The best to bully..."
Waiter: "Is there any problem?"
Jason: "That's the key. I'm really the best to bully!"
Jiang Xueming immediately handed over the panacea without saying a word.
Jason was furious: "Why you again!?"
Meteor pursed his lips: "I have used up all the medicine, and half of it is used on you."
Wen Bucai mentioned the shopkeeper's big teapot, which also contained a lot of butter tea, which was the product of Mrs. Bai's freeze-dried powder: "I haven't been to the station for a long time, and I bought two in the big market of Mimir Hot Spring Market. We don’t have much potion in stock, but I think it should be enough. I brought back a pot of tea just now, do you want to try it?”
Finally, several people looked at Jiang Xueming.
Meteor asked: "Brother Ming? Why do you have so many elixirs in your body?"
Jiang Xueming took out a medical tape from his backpack. It was full of special-shaped ring-hole syringes. There were twenty syringes in total, each with 25 ml. In addition to the panacea injections that he carried with him in his overalls, there were also some used ones. , with a total amount of 700 ml - he cashed out all his deposits and Blood Butterfly shopping coupons and turned them into portable potions for easy access at any time.
"Is it weird? Is it possible that if I don't use it in this life, I can keep the potion for the next life?"
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