...
Wang Ye was startled for a moment, then turned around silently and looked at the boy from hell: "What did you call me?"
"Master...Uncle Master."
The underworld boy opened his huge eyes with a pure and innocent look on his face.
Of course, that's fine if you don't look at the scraps of flesh under his fingernails and the blood at the corners of his mouth.
"Who is your teacher?"
Wang Ye looked at the boy from the underworld with the same interest. Anyway, there were only a few of them left in this space. They had no identity and were not afraid of being exposed.
"Lu Qing."
"The teacher said that you are his junior brother, so just let me call you junior uncle."
The underworld boy scratched his head shyly.
"who!"
"Where is he? Male or female, how old is he, what does he look like, how do he usually chat, do you have any catchphrases, do you know how to draw, draw him for me!"
Wang Ye became excited instantly, and came to the underworld boy's side almost instantly. He grabbed his shoulders with both hands and spoke very fast.
This instant change caught the boy from hell a little off guard, and he looked a little sluggish. After a long time, he shook his head: "I have only seen the teacher three times, and each time he wore a mask, but the voice sounded like a man..."
mask!
Mask again!
Who the hell is this guy?
As time goes by, Lu Qingdu has almost become Wang Ye's heart.
"Uncle Master, aren't you from our underworld..."
"Why do you want to join Yaochi?"
The underworld boy persisted in asking the previous questions.
Wang Ye had a look of justice on his face, and said sternly: "Underworld exists for justice, and the same goes for Yaochi. Everyone does it for the beliefs in their hearts, for the human race, so... whether it is Underworld or Yaochi, , it’s just a title.”
"Why are you so obsessed with what title you have in front of you?"
"As long as what you do matches the burning fire in your heart, it's fine!"
"Your master is usually very shady. Don't believe what he says."
"He is called a scum in our underworld."
After hearing Wang Ye's words, the underworld boy had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was really thinking about the meaning of Wang Ye's words.
A piece of pure white paper was drawn by Lu Qing for the first time.
Wang Ye accepted it and applied a second layer of paint.
A good child will probably run wildly on some inexplicable road in the future, and run wildly again.
Even the middle-aged man on the side had put down the bottle of wine in his hand and looked at Wang Ye, dumbfounded.
It was the first time I saw someone's shamelessness, and the performance was fresh and refined.
"Uncle, I understand!"
Soon, the underworld boy clenched his small fists and spoke with firm eyes.
Wang Ye nodded happily, looking like a child who could be taught, and his voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of deception: "Being able to join the underworld, it can be seen that although you are still young, your heart is full of a sense of justice. "
"So...I now have a tougher, more difficult task for you."
"Are you confident you can finish it?"
Wang Ye was like a kind elder, lovingly stroking the head of the underworld boy.
"have!"
Sure enough, the boy's eyes burned with blazing fire, and he said without hesitation, as if to prove his determination, his voice was shouted out.
"pretty!"
"There is a city outside where humans live, called Guimen Pass!"
"The people living in the city are all weak and helpless, poor people. They live in despair every day. They don't know which day they will encounter supernatural events, sacrifice themselves, and die miserably."
"So... they need a guardian and a belief."
"Are you willing to protect them?"
"To inherit this glory."
Wang Ye's expression gradually became serious and he said solemnly.
"I do!"
The boy nodded vigorously without hesitation.
"Go ahead."
"Go and protect the ordinary people who have been waiting for you for a long time."
Wang Ye squatted on the ground and patted the boy's shoulder, as if passing on a kind of inheritance and a ritual.
"good!"
The underworld boy nodded, turned around and walked away, his steps full of determination.
As if he was afraid that the blood on his body would scare those kind-hearted ordinary people, he also carefully wiped the blood on his fingers and the corners of his mouth with the corpse's clothes.
"Before you leave, please tell me your name!"
"In the next twenty years, your name will be passed down from mouth to mouth in this land."
Wang Ye suddenly spoke and shouted, looking very passionate!
"My name is Liang Zhishui!"
"Uncle Master, I will work hard!"
The boy turned around seriously, looked at Wang Ye and said, then strode forward and completely left this secret realm.
"Tsk, tsk, a good child has been deceived like this."
"Doesn't your heart hurt?"
After the boy left, the middle-aged man clicked his tongue and said teasingly.
Wang Ye's impassioned look suddenly faded and he looked very indifferent: "Children's three views must be started from an early age to establish a correct outlook on life and values for them!"
"Only in this way will the future road be broader!"
...
The middle-aged man suddenly lost interest in talking, glared at him, and pointed to the distance: "Over there is the Yaochi water that everyone is thinking about. There is a layer of formation outside. Just take this token and go in. It will be fine. Go Okay, one hour."
"I will be watching you while collecting the water."
"Who knows what the measurement method is for that one-third you mentioned."
"I feel like you really can't believe a word you say, little guy."
With that said, the middle-aged man lazily took out a simple token from his arms and handed it to Wang Ye's hand.
"I'm actually very honest."
Wang Ye scratched his head shyly, looking a little embarrassed, but his hands and feet were quick. He took the token and turned around and rushed towards the deepest part of the space.
Who knows when the guy in front of me started timing.
time is money.
Mao Yongan, who had been watching the excitement from a distance, suddenly lit up when he saw this scene. He came over mischievously and looked at the middle-aged man, a little shy and shy: "Senior, you can actually join Yaochi and work as a cow for Yaochi. horse."
"I'm not coveting that pool of water."
"It's just too hot. I want to take a dip for a while."
"Look..."
While talking, Mao Yongan rubbed his hands shyly, looking as mean as possible.
The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, go!"
"I feel really bad for one of them!"
"There's still a queue."
"Do you think I'm running a charity here?"
Mao Yongan:? ? ?
They are both young people and leaders. Why are they treated differently? It's so obvious.
Anyway, give it a try.
