(More updated, the previous chapter on asking for leave has also been added, if you can’t catch it, go back a few chapters)
Wu Xiaoxie believed that with Muyu's skill and ability, since he was out of trouble, everything would be fine.
His face looked a little better now. He glanced sideways at Lao Itchi and snorted, "Tell me, what tricks do you want to play this time?"
Lao Itch was silent for a long time, as if he didn't know how to explain, so he could only smile bitterly, then untied the rope tied to Wu Xiaoxie's hand, handed the can to him, and said, "You should eat first."
Wu Xiaoxie rubbed his sore wrist, then took it and stirred it with a spoon. The compressed biscuits were crushed and boiled into a thin paste, with some shredded dried meat floating on it. It looked really unappetizing, but it was impossible not to eat it. Before, I had consumed too much energy and did not have enough physical strength. When the time comes, I will not be able to run fast anymore, and I will have to be at the mercy of others.
"Tell me." Wu Xiaoxie took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly, "You can say whatever you want. As for the truth or falsehood, I will judge it myself."
Lao Itch opened his mouth, lowered his head and said dejectedly: "Whether you believe it or not, I still say what I said. My purpose is not to lie to you, but this matter must be done in order to be useful." He stretched out his hand and pointed. A cigarette appeared out of thin air, lit it next to the fire, and took a deep drag.
Wu Xiaoxie always had a dull face and an indifferent expression, noncommittal to his words.
Lao Itch's control and use of this ability has exceeded his imagination. As long as he wants to, there seems to be nothing he can't do. If he wants money, he can just reach out and get it. Then the purpose of his coming all the way here is It's worth considering.
Could there be some flaw in this invincible energy?
No matter how much you think about it, it will be useless. Now you are a fish on someone else's chopping board and can only be slaughtered by others.
Mad, Wu Xiaoxie thought bitterly in his heart, if he also had this kind of power, he would immediately turn this guy Lao Itch into a pig, and then take him to the slaughterhouse and sell him, scaring him to death.
Lao Itch knew that Wu Xiaoxie's calm expression must be filled with deep anger. If he accidentally clicked on the fuse, it would explode. For a moment, he didn't know what to say and was a little at a loss.
The iron spoon in Wu Xiaoxie's hand scraped the cans and made a rattling sound, which made Lao Itch tremble in fear.
After a long moment of silence, he finally thought of a compromise, took out a photo from the inner pocket close to his heart, and said, "Take a look at this first."
Wu Xiaoxie raised his eyebrows, put down the can and wanted to take it to take a closer look, but Lao Itchy dodged it with a swipe of his hand. He held the photo very carefully and said in a deep voice: "I'll hold it, just look at it like this."
When Wu Xiaoxie saw that he was unwilling, he didn't force it. He took a photo with a flashlight and found that the woman in the photo looked familiar. When he took a closer look, he turned out to be Lao Itch's mother.
In his memory, she was a very beautiful, kind and gentle person. Maybe it was because her son's sudden imprisonment was a big blow to her, and because she worked too hard, her hair in the photo was already gray.
In the first year of Lao Itch's imprisonment, he and his father visited her several times. Later, she moved away for some unknown reason and did not leave an address to her acquaintances, so they gradually lost contact with her.
He didn't know what Lao Itch wanted to do by taking out this photo, so he asked directly, "What do you mean?"
Lao Itch sighed, with a sad expression on his face, and smiled sadly, "Didn't I come to you earlier to say that something happened to my mother and that I needed money? In fact, I lied to you. My mother left when I was in jail. ”
