"The fire is going out, why doesn't anyone add more firewood?"
A voice that was three-quarters ruffian, three-quarters inert, and four-quarters improper came from the woods behind Wei Junxian.
Bai Zizai came to the bonfire and squatted down, stretched out two fingers to pinch the unburned middle part of Tianwai Feichai, and placed it directly above the bonfire.
With the crackling sound, the fire light became a little brighter, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Glancing left and right, Bai Zizai raised his chin at Wei Junxian when he saw the mats under Rong Fei and Wei Junxian's buttocks.
"Don't be so stingy, give Maza a seat."
Wei Junxian lowered his head at some point. From the angles of Bai Zizai and Rong Fei, they could only see most of his forehead that flickered in and out under the flickering firelight, but the expressions and eyes on his face were completely different. Hidden in the shadows.
"Hey, stingy."
Bai Zizai grunted dissatisfiedly, then lifted up the front of his gown and sat cross-legged on the floor.
After sitting firmly, he turned his head to look at Rong Fei, revealing a flying eye that he thought was handsome.
Rong Fei's eyes were sharp and he saw a trace of anxiety and regret deep in Bai Zizai's eyes.
The rightful owner hasn't come back, so what a waste of time he comes back.
Rong Fei smiled and reached out to pat Bai Zizai's shoulder.
"Any more wine?"
Bai Zizai's face turned bitter, but he could only reluctantly take out a bottle of monkey wine from his sleeve under Rong Fei's gaze.
"There's only so much left, save some."
Rong Fei took the bottle, uncorked it, and took a long sip.
Bai Zizai leaned forward and stretched out his hands to catch the bottle, but Rong Fei handed the bottle to Wei Junxian.
"The wine is good, try it."
Wei Junxian is like a clay figure made of stone, neither listening nor aware, standing still and motionless.
Bai Zizai quickly grabbed the wine bottle, not caring that the mouth of the bottle was still stained with Rong Fei's saliva, and poured it into his stomach.
There was a dead silence around the campfire.
After holding it in for a long time, Bai Zizai took the lead and couldn't bear it anymore. He moved his butt close to Rong Fei, grabbed Rong Fei's shoulders and forced his head to his ear, and asked loudly.
"When did you come? What happened? Why are hypocrites like eggplants beaten by frost?"
"Please keep your voice down next time when you whisper."
Wei Junxian raised his head, his face remained calm, and his tone was calm.
Rong Fei buttoned his ears which were itchy due to the shock.
"Didn't you hear everything? You still showed up so handsomely."
"Shit! I just heard you two guys talking about the fire being extinguished and other nonsense about the world. I thought to myself that since the hypocrite hopes that the fire is extinguished, I can't let him get his wish, so I added it. Just a piece of firewood. Regardless of whether it's useful or not, and how long it lasts, it's still a good thing if he's disgusting."
Bai Zizai replied matter-of-factly.
Rong Fei gave a thumbs up, while Wei Junxian murmured.
"It's useless. Even if it burns for half a moment longer, the fire will eventually be extinguished. Since I selected both of you as the opportunity to break through the situation, instead of just one person, I have already thought of the possibility of accidents. You Bai Wuchang It’s just an addition, the real opportunity still falls on Murong.”
"Is this guy confused? What are you muttering about? You can translate it for me."
Bai Zi looked at Rong Fei in confusion.
So Rong Fei told Bai Zizai what happened in a concise and concise manner.
"Actually, I don't understand why you came back?"
Rong Fei grabbed the bottle, raised his head and took a sip before asking.
A total of three scenes appeared alternately in the golden mist sprayed by the golden villain in the Lingxu.
Among them, the scene that appears most frequently and stays for the longest time is that under the bright sky, Wei Jun is full of pride, and Murong Qiu Shui vomits blood and collapses in Rong Fei's arms with an ashen face. It was obviously the ending planned by Wei Junxian.
Bai Zizai betrayed his friendship, Wei Junxian abandoned his family ties, and the two left Murong Qiushui behind and left the ruins.
There is also a scene where Bai Zizai did not show up even though he came back. He hid in the dark and waited until dawn without seeing Murong Canghai's figure, and then left quietly again. The time and frequency of this image's appearance ranked second.
The last picture appears for the shortest time and least frequently. There are no figures of Wei Junxian, Ouyang Liuyun and Bai Zizai in the picture. Only Murong Canghai was sitting next to Murong Qiu Shui, who was still unconscious, with a dull expression, neither sad nor happy. Rong Fei and the young monk Liao Fan were there to comfort and persuade.
The three pictures are obviously the three most likely events that the golden man speculated on, and the duration and frequency of their appearance should be the probability of each direction occurring.
Ke Rongfei was not satisfied with the direction of these three events.
If it was Old Fuxi who made the judgment and inference, Rong Fei might have to think carefully about it. As people mature with age, they still have to respect it. But the person who made these speculations and judgments was a little kid who didn't even wear pants, and he didn't know much about human nature!
It is not that you can immediately control the transformed objects of the Great Dao. You must first have their own attributes that match them, and then you still need to slowly understand and understand them before you can fully grasp them.
This is what Old Man Fuxi said himself before his soul dissipated. It is most likely that the golden villain is not a complete body yet, so he gave a wrong guess?
You naughty kid is so unreasonable.
So Rong Fei decided to follow his heart, do the opposite, and accept Wei Junxian's bet.
Everyone is happy to win, well... except Wei Junxian.
If he loses, he has nothing to lose, and the only one who suffers is Murong Qiu Shui.
As for the favor he owed Wei Junxian in the bet... Haha... Rong Fei dared to swear on the reputation of the previous chief arrests of the Ji Xian Division... He would definitely remember this favor.
Why come back?
Faced with Rong Fei's question, Bai Zizai raised his chest and raised his head, beat his chest loudly, and answered with great courage?
"Who is this young master? It's Bai Zizai! He is the most loyal, the most compassionate, the most upright, the most... Anyway, the most perfect gentleman in the world, the genius Bai Zizai who is rare to see in a thousand years. So if I don't come back, who will come back?"
After boasting, Bai Zizai grabbed Rong Fei's shoulders again, put his ear to his mouth and asked.
"What if, what if, what if, the cow's nose is blinded by lard? Although Ouyang looks like a girl, in fact, there are still a few drops under his hands. We really don't know for sure when we face them. I can beat it."
"Ahem, cough, cough, Bai Wuchang, a gentleman does not discuss others behind their backs."
Ouyang Liuyun coughed twice as a reminder.
"Are you blind? I am sitting across from you."
Bai Zizai, who was interrupted, roared dissatisfied, and continued to ask loudly in Rong Fei's ear.
"I thought about it on the way back. I am your brother-in-law, and Qiu Shui is my unmarried daughter-in-law. Your unmarried daughter-in-law is also a sworn sister to Jinlan. We are all real relatives whose blood is thicker than water. So I will fight for a while. Get up, you are responsible for holding back the hypocrite and Miss Ouyang first, and then I will come back to help you after I have settled my daughter-in-law and have no worries. Don't worry, we are all real relatives, I can't..."
Rumble…
There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the cloudless, starry night sky, which made Bai Zizai tremble in fright.
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
As soon as the angry words fell, a very thin silver thunder shot out of the void and struck Bai Zizai on the head.
Phew~
Wei Junxian opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the bonfire.
Not only was the bonfire not extinguished, but the fire became even more intense like a raging fire cooking oil.
Rong Fei turned his head, looked at the figure approaching step by step, and smiled knowingly.
People's hearts are unpredictable, this time - I won!
