"The child's name!?"
Lin Zitong looked at Yan Shouyi in surprise. She originally thought that Yan Shouyi's big head would never think of naming the child in advance.
She had been thinking hard these days to give her child a nice and meaningful name, and she often went to Luo Ning and the others to discuss it.
Unexpectedly, this elm-headed man finally became attentive.
Lin Zitong opened the brochure and said, "Although it's the name you thought of, it won't count without my consent!"
"Of course." Yan Shou smiled.
Opening the kit, Lin Zitong found a piece of paper. After just one glance, she couldn't help but raise her hand to beat Yan Shouyi.
"Goudan and Cuihua, thank you for coming up with these two names!" Lin Zitong said angrily, "If my children are called this, I will fight with you!!"
Yan Shou's expression changed, he quickly stopped Lin Zitong and argued loudly:
"These two names were given by Xiaolong. We wrote them on the front and back of the same piece of paper! Turn it over and take a look!"
Although Lin Zitong stopped her hand, she didn't calm down: "Xiaolong hasn't graduated from elementary school, how can he come up with a good name! Fortunately, you are big-hearted enough to let him come up with it!"
"So I have already taught him a lesson for you..."
"It's over, I don't have any expectations for your name now."
Lin Zitong said, turning over the piece of paper with great determination and squinting at the name on it.
Brother: Yan Niantong.
Sister: Lin Siyi.
Lin Zitong was stunned: "This name..."
"Although I haven't graduated from elementary school, I thought about these two names for a long time. They should be better than Goudan and Cuihua?" Yan Shouyi asked cautiously, while carefully observing Lin Zitong's face.
Lin Zitong's face became gentle, and she smiled: "I think this name is very good."
"real?"
"real."
Children are the fruit of their parents' love. The names of Nian Tong and Si Yi symbolize the love between Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong. How could Lin Zitong be dissatisfied with these two names?
"Then we've decided, my brother's name will be Yan Niantong, and my sister's name will be Lin Siyi!"
After Lin Zitong nodded, Yan Shouyi knelt down on one knee in front of the sofa excitedly, placing his hands gently on Lin Zitong's belly: "Niantong and Siyi, you two have names!"
Seeing Yan Shouyi's childish behavior, Lin Zitong couldn't help but smile. It would be great if time could freeze at this moment forever.
…
Early the next morning, Yan Shouyi left Rongcheng and headed for Xichuan.
Daqing Mountain has been completely engulfed by the breath of death. The army is stationed on the periphery, and there are many Xuanmen people assisting here.
As the air of death spread, Xuanmen's camps were moved again and again. Now Mount Emei, which is the closest to Mount Daqing, has been covered, and even Rongcheng has been half covered.
Yan Shouyi came to Xichuan this time because he wanted to verify his guess last night.
Capture the monsters in the air of death, use their bodies to make wooden puppets, and then go to the sacred tree of Daqing Mountain to find out.
Nowadays, the outer camps are mainly managed by Hou Jingchen, the commander of the Changlin Army, and Liu Yiren, the representative of Longhu Mountain. Yan Shouyi does not need to hide his identity. After arriving at the airport, he rides Sanyuan directly in full view of the people and heads towards the camp. direction to fly.
This scene would have been shocking half a month ago, but now the people who witnessed this scene were only surprised, not shocked.
After all, in the past half month, things have been refreshing the worldview of ordinary people every day...
However, some sharp-eyed people still recognized Yan Shouyi's identity, and then screamed and shouted: "Isn't he the one we saw in the video, Yan Shouyi, the descendant of Luban?!"
Yan Shouyi has enjoyed the treatment of a top idol, but he doesn't care and is not greedy.
For him, what he wants to do most now is to get rid of Jiang Wuya and wait for the child to be born safely.
Riding Sanyuan, Yan Shouyi quickly arrived at the camp.
The people in the camp knew that Yan Shouyi was coming early. Some Xuanmen members or soldiers who had no work at hand guarded the gate of the camp early in the morning, wanting to see Yan Shouyi's style with their own eyes.
As a result, they didn't hear until lunchtime that Yan Shou had arrived early in the morning, and he flew straight into Hou Jingchen and Liu Yiren's offices. Those who had blocked the door earlier were all in vain, feeling depressed.
"You mean, those monsters that emerge from the breath of death?"
Hou Jingchen and Liu Yiren heard about Yan Shouyi's idea and thought it was feasible.
As for the corpses of those monsters, they also preserved them.
As the aura of death expands, a group of monsters like this will appear from time to time in the shrouded life zone, attacking the people who have not had time to escape.
Their strength is not that strong. As long as there are not many of them, they can be dealt with by just sending out a team of people.
Hou Jingchen also kept an eye on it and sent people to collect all the monster corpses for research. Unfortunately, nothing special has been discovered yet, because to others, these monster corpses are no different from wood and cannot even be refined. Become a zombie.
Hou Jingchen personally took Yan Shouyi to the place where the monster's body was stored.
The corpses of the monsters were stored in a warehouse. The warehouse did not even perform low-temperature preservation, because all the corpses were no different from wood. They would only dry and not rot. If you want to dispose of them in the end, they can be burned as firewood.
"Recently we gave these monsters a name, faceless monsters." Hou Jingchen introduced a monster head.
The monster has no facial features, so it is very appropriate to call it a faceless monster.
Yan Shou walked up to a corpse, squeezed it with his hands, felt it, and frowned: "They are not just like wood... they are simply wood."
"You are a descendant of Lu Ban, and you are a real expert in the study of wood. Just say so." Hou Jingchen said with a smile.
"I suspect that they are part of the sacred tree itself," Yan Shouyi said, "but this is better. It seems that there will be no problems in making the wooden puppet body."
He immediately picked a few corpses and took them away. Liu Yiren arranged a quiet room for him, and Yan Shouyi planned to refine the wooden puppet body on the spot.
In less than half a day, a "rough version" of the wooden puppet body was successfully built.
The final product is a humanoid monster with eight arms and three pairs of wings on its back!
The image of this wooden puppet body is more frightening than the original image of the faceless demon. It is a work of Yan Shouyi's "letting go" - anyway, the wooden puppet body itself is built for fighting. In this case, why not add some more human beings without it? What about organs to enhance combat capabilities?
The aura of death is very weird, and even the three elements cannot enter it, so Yan Shouyi also made three pairs of wings for the wooden puppet body to give it the ability to fly, so as to prevent it from going to Daqing Mountain and acting like an ordinary person. Traveling through mountains and rivers, I don’t know how long it takes to return to the sacred tree in the year of the monkey.
