Maybe he didn't want the bear to get hurt, so he held the plush brown bear in the water with one hand.
"You coward..." Wuyou's sad tears rolled down his cheeks, crystal clear and like beads.
In order not to cause unnecessary commotion, Ming Jiuye cut off all the silver-white shark beads and put them in the purse at his waist the moment he burst into tears.
"Baby, his soul is not here." Ming Jiuye tried to divert her attention, not wanting her to cry anymore.
After hearing this, Wuyou looked around the room with a sad expression, but indeed he did not see his soul.
The walls were covered with graffiti photo frames, all filled with stuffed bears of various shapes, some eating, some dancing, etc. Wuyou made a rough count on one wall, and there were about thirty photo frames, all handmade. kind of.
Most of the furnishings at home are related to stuffed bears. The dolls are obviously hand-sewn from old clothes, and the stitching is rough, but each bear has a red love sticker stuck on its belly.
The wooden house was surrounded by people watching the fun. "Where can this guy go?"
The two of them looked at each other after thinking for a moment, and they immediately had a problem with each other. When they were about to leave, those vicious and dirty words continued to be spread.
"Unlucky... I didn't want to die far away, but I died at home..."
"It's just that before you die, you still want to cause trouble for others..."
For a moment, Wuyou's eyes surged with murderous intent, and he clenched his fists, wanting to show them off. Fortunately, Ming Jiuye reacted quickly enough, grabbing her hand and pushing it into his arms.
"Baby, don't be impulsive..."
"Pull out their tongues." Being restrained by Ming Jiuye, Wuyou's anger was still hard to calm down.
After finishing speaking, Longyin Guard, who was maintaining law and order at the scene, pulled out the dagger from his waist and walked towards the people who were making irresponsible remarks just now. He raised the knife and dropped it, and suddenly the whole neighborhood echoed with the tragedy of killing a pig. scream.
Seeing the people running away in panic, Wuyou felt a little relieved. If they were not punished, they would probably never know that making malicious comments about others at will was an act of murder.
As soon as he walked out of the block, Wuyou looked sadly and said to Lan Jiu behind him: "Brother Jiu, please find a good place to bury him. I'm afraid that his family will not be able to bear the shock when they see his dead appearance." A good young man chose to commit suicide.
Hearing this, Lan Jiu first looked sideways at Ming Jiuye, and after receiving a nod, he responded: "Okay, I'll do it now."
"Madam is still thoughtful." Ming Jiuye stepped forward and took her hand.
The appearance of that tragic death was really not suitable for his parents to see, because it would become a terrible nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"If you had thought carefully, this wouldn't have happened. If this kind of verbal violence had been considered a crime from the beginning, Brother Bao might not have died." Wuyou blamed himself guiltily.
Ming Jiuye stopped and stared at her and said solemnly: "It's not your fault. If you blame yourself blindly, wouldn't you be like Brother Bao, forcing faults that are not yours to blame on yourself? No one is perfect. , Husband, I don’t want you to use the standards of a saint to restrain yourself, not to mention, you have already done a good job.”
Qinglingwansi Bag is now a small world of its own, and except for the fact that it cannot always supply electricity, it can be called almost perfect.
He didn't feel much about Brother Bao's death. Apart from the fact that as the Emperor of Fengdu, he understood the principle of cause and effect cycle, there was another point. He didn't like anyone who made Wuyou cry, including himself.
yes! It was not his fault, Wuyou suddenly felt relieved and said, "Husband, it's great to have you here!"
In the night, Guiba held a white lantern to light up the front. The atmosphere was strange and appropriate to the occasion. Ming Jiuye held Wuyou's hand and the two of them remained silent in tacit understanding along the way.
Before approaching the wooden house, Gui Ba saw a lone ghost in the distance, floating back and forth in front of the house. It had no choice but to remind him: "Master, a guest is coming."
"Brother Leopard!"
Hearing someone calling his name, Guhun was stunned for a moment, then saw a familiar face and his eyebrows lit up, "Can you really see me?"
"what happened?"
Seeing that he was still holding a teddy bear in his hand, Wuyou stopped and asked with a frown.
"It's okay, they think it's a pervert for a grown man to like stuffed bears..." He stood in front of his former friends, feeling awkward like a child who had made a mistake.
"Have you ever thought about your parents when you did this?" Wuyou didn't want to be morally kidnapped, but...for his family, his death would be redefined.
"I...I didn't think about it..." He couldn't stand other people's pointing fingers, which made him feel that even breathing was wrong, and made him feel that he didn't deserve to live.
Little did he know that he was actually denying himself in the bad words of others.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see them one last time." As of now, that's all.
Gui Ba continued to hold the lamp, and the couple walked hand in hand, with Brother Bao floating behind sadly. After walking for about ten minutes, they arrived at the third district of the Immortal City.
Following Brother Bao, Wuyou and Ming Jiuye stood in front of a wooden house. Wuyou, who was about to knock on the door, backed down and said, "Husband, please knock."
Ming Jiuye nodded and stepped forward, stretched out his knuckled hand and knocked gently on the door.
Thump thump thump –
"Who is it? It's coming, it's coming."
A kind and loving voice sounded from the room, and Wuyou caught a glimpse of Brother Bao's soul clearly shaking.
"You are……"
Because Ming Jiuye had more of a sinister look on his eyebrows than Zuo Yang, Mother Bao didn't recognize him for a while.
"Mom!" Brother Bao, who was hiding outside the door, was pushed into the door by an invisible air current.
As a cold wind blew into the wooden house, Leopard Mother saw a shadow appear in front of her eyes.
After a long time, she said, "Son, what's wrong with you?" She stretched out her hand to grab it, but couldn't. She stretched it out and went straight through Brother Bao's face, his chest, and his eyes.
"Tianxia, why can't Mom touch you? What's going on? You're talking!...You're talking to me!" Leopard's mother yelled hoarsely.
"Mom, the baby is gone. You and Dad should live a good life and forget about me as an unfilial son." After saying that, he knelt down.
At this time, Leopard Mother finally realized that... it turned out that her son was dead. She knelt down on the ground, looking at her heart and soul that was so close in front of her but separated from yin and yang, she couldn't help crying: "What are you talking about, you bastard?" ! Death from the sky, my son! How do you want me and your father to survive! Death from the sky... My death from the sky..."
Hearing his mother's calls again and again, Brother Bao was crying beside him.
Hearing Bao Ma's heart-rending screams, Wuyou felt extremely sad, and tears welled up in his eyes unconsciously. When Ming Jiuye saw her, he quickly raised his hand to touch her head, and said softly: "Silly girl, Don't cry anymore." This girl must be made of water. Junqu Pavilion
At this time, Leopard's father, who was woken up, also came out of the inner room. His eyes were red and he stared blankly at the shadow, without saying a word for a long time.
Ming Jiuye was afraid that Wuyou would cry again soon, so he led her away from the wooden house temporarily, leaving the time to Brother Bao for them to say their final goodbyes.
"This...Junior sister Yao, it's getting late, senior brother, it's time to go back to your room." Mu Qing looked dull. He had no memory of what happened last night. He only remembered hearing a high-pitched scream. Feeling that she is..., Junior Sister Cui must hate herself to death.
Alas, drinking makes things worse!
"Senior brother, don't leave. Yao'er really has something to say to senior brother." Her slender waist was stretched in front of her, and her soft voice made Mu Qing's head spin.
He secretly pinched his fingers into his palms and said, "Junior Sister Yao! It's getting late. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow." After saying that, he didn't even raise his head to leave.
Suddenly, beams of white light suddenly appeared in the night sky, followed by streaks of purple sword energy chasing after them.
"Senior Brother, look!"
"Sword Qi belongs to the Weapon Refining Sect, and the other one is..." After seeing the leader in white clothes, Mu Qing confirmed: "Qian Chen, the great disciple of Yaowang Sect!"
At this time, the disciples in the sect who sensed the fluctuations in spiritual power ran out of the room one after another. Looking at the stars in the sky, Mu Qing asked in a deep voice: "I wonder what the purpose of the Medicine King Sect and the Weapon Refining Sect's late-night visit is?"
Qian Chen stood in front of the wind, "In recent days, my fellow disciples have made some achievements in cultivation. I heard that the disciples of Jixia Sect are all extraordinary in cultivation, so I came here to give you some advice."
"We, the Weapon Refining Sect, are here to see the excitement!" Wu Tong yelled from the side. Unfortunately, the sword-wielding ones actually lost to a group of air-bending ones, which made him furious.
Hearing their ruthless shouting, Mu Qing immediately showed his double slashing sword: "Hmph! Who do you think I am from the Jixia Sect? Come if you want."
He stood up straight in the air, and the disciples in the sect responded with their Qi.
"Oh, you Jixia Sect, you didn't even say you were coming... you are here." Qian Chen said with his hands behind his back, his face sinking like water.
"Stop being so arrogant!"
Mu Qing shouted loudly, and the disciples of the Jixia Sect were flying with sword light, and their spiritual power rushed out. They knew they would win, but they didn't win yet.
The moment their sword light struck, a dazzling white light quickly rose up, forming a powerful barrier. At the same time, it released an astonishing pressure. Except for the Yaowang Sect, every soul present was stunned. Swing hard.
"Spiritual Martial Realm!"
The senior brother of the Weapon Refining Sect, Wu Tong, shouted in surprise, and the disciples of the Jixia Sect dropped them on the ground like dumplings.
The Lingwu realm in spiritual and body dual cultivation can defeat any realm below the spiritual master in spiritual cultivation.
There were only a few Jixia Sect disciples still standing in the air, "Qianchen, what do you want?"
"Destroy your Jixia Sect!"
After he finished speaking, the Yaowang Sect disciples showed off their seven-star cold soul fans and flew towards the Jixia Sect to attack.
"Seven-star cold soul? Could it be that when our master went to Qingtian, the last weapon he made was for your Medicine King Sect?" Wu Tong was almost jealous to death at this time. This was too partial.
"Don't be too good at what you get. Didn't your Weapon Refining Sect get a new batch of elixirs recently?" Qian Chen bluntly exposed his conspiracy theory.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scout, which in this era is called
As scouts, they were trying to enter the camp to conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
.
Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
