MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 58 thrilling

Zhou Zishu was very panicked in his heart, feeling that this world had changed, and people's hearts were no longer there. A big girl in the middle of the night actually ran to the land of Hualiu to have fun, and she looked up at the night sky and said, "This ... ... "

The scorpion snorted and said, "They are scholars, and they pay attention to 'the words must do, the actions must be fruit'. The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes say 'a gentleman, a horse and a whip'. Spitting a nail, can Brother Zhou just want to keep his word and fat? "

Wen Kexing was afraid that the world would slap Zhou Zi on the waist without chaos and said, "That is, sneaking and slipping is okay. It's not shameful to speak, even I can't bear to be with you."

Zhou Zishu patted his salty pig hand and thought to himself: You are compassionate, don't go with me.

He glanced at the scorpion, said nothing, and turned his head back.

The scorpion's expression was loosened, and then a smile appeared. He looked really good, but he didn't look good, his mouth seemed a little crooked, and he looked particularly disgusted, and his eyes fluttered with a wave / wave. It is a bit insignificant. Wen Kexing suddenly felt a bit of a sense of crisis, looked at Zhou Zishu's back, and looked at the person next to him, feeling that in front of who and what ... something needs to adjust his mental state.

However, he soon realized that he was actually more concerned.

The scorpion stood at the door of the scented house with his arms on his arms. The bed seemed to have been brought in to clean it up, and the bed hangs half loose. The scorpion asked: "Two people need to bathe and change clothes and use nothing. ... to help? "

Zhou Zishu rolled up his sleeves and said very bachelor: "You don't have to be so troublesome.

The scorpion stunned and patted with his hands after a while. A servant-dressed man ran over in a small step, bent down and stood in front of him. What the scorpion ordered in a whisper, Zhou Zishu added quickly: "A sword is required."

The servant went down, and the scorpion looked at him, wondering, "Isn't Brother Zhou going to play tricks again?"

Zhou Zishu leaned on Erlang's legs, and sat on the bed, laughing, "You watched how much meat rolled around all day, tired or not? Wait a moment, I want you to watch something fresh."

Wen Kexing didn't say a word beside him, he was very savvy. He wondered if Ah Su could be able to withstand Lai, that's good, save the big scorpion cheaply. If you really want to ... wow, marry the chicken and the chicken and the dog. Dog, of course, he could not help but give up his life to accompany the gentleman.

For a moment, pen, ink and paper were all readily available. Zhou Zishu stood up and reached out to the scorpion, saying, "Please wait."

The scorpion was naturally in no hurry, closed the door of the room with his hand, held the teapot, and drank it himself—I saw Zhou Zishu's pen without hesitation. Looking at the posture, it was quite a bit of a sense of daring everyone. After just a few clicks, it became a sheet, set aside to air, and extended the magic claw to the next sheet of paper.

Wen Kexing didn't know what he was going to do. He curiously stood and stretched his neck and looked at it. The more his face looked weirder, the more he raised his eyebrows, and finally he flew out of his face. He seemed to know Zhou on the first day. Like Shu, he felt like he was sighing. I didn't know how to express it, so I stood with a solemn expression and stood beside Zhou Zishu.

It took a while to make a note of incense. Zhou Zishu had already used up more than ten sheets of paper with a sharp knife, and when he was done, he threw the pen aside, picked up the last one, dried it gently, and then dried the first one. When he got up, he patted the wall with the palm of his hand, and the soft rice paper was trapped in the wall. His hands kept moving, and a dozen rice papers were lined up in order in a moment, and all were photographed on the wall.

The scorpion's complexion was already blue-I saw the dozen or so sheets of rice paper with very simple lines, which were drawn like ...

Very simple Spring Palace map, there are only two villains, a circle represents the head, and a few strokes are stretched out to draw out the body and limbs ... Well, the limbs, although they are simple to draw, the figures are still lifelike. In the end, the whole process was painted exactly, and people looked at it one by one, but there was really an illusion that the people in the painting were moving.

Wen Kexing paused for a long time and tried to be as fair as possible: "Axu, I don't see how you can do that."

Zhou Zishu was kind and polite: "Sculpture of worms, shame and shame."

Wen Kexing noticed that his skin was getting thicker and he didn't know what to say. The scorpion clasped the tea bowl in his hand firmly on the table, stood up with a "teng", and angrily replied: "Brother Zhou is teasing me?"

Zhou Zishu put his hands in his sleeves and said without hesitation: "What does this say? I asked who was going to kill Zhang Chengling. The lord told us who the buyer was, and didn't say who was behind him. At the command, isn't this also a hole in the air? In this case, you only say that the two of us will do a show for you ... "

He reached out and knocked on the painting on the wall, and said, "The two of us will do a show for you-there is something different in the painting, and I would like your advice."

Wen Kexing seemed to be afraid that the scorpion could not understand, and enthusiastically explained, "It's too bad, my craft is not very good. Come, if you can't understand, I can tell you, the villain above ,it is me……"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him obliquely, interrupting him coolly: "An explanation is a cover, why do you?"

The scorpion's fist clenched and squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "Too much bullying!"

The words didn't fall, and he didn't see how he moved. On the other hand, seven or eight poisonous scorpions in black came out from nothing. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu didn't seem to be astonished. Wen Kexing also laughed: "Here is the next point It is really ashamed that the romantic affairs will be watched by everyone. "

The poisonous scorpions were not prepared to make nonsense, and did not say hello, so they collectively trained to jump up like two people. Zhou Zishu raised his hand and patted the small table in front of him, taking the opportunity to quickly back. It was almost midnight, and his chest began to produce a little dullness, so he was not stubborn, and the man did not want to lose sight of Wen Ke, and said, "I leave it to you."

Then he flicked away from a poisonous scorpion and leapt away from the window.

Wen Kexing smiled bitterly. For the first time in his life, he was doing the mess for others. Seeing that Zhou Zishu had run away, his men no longer showed mercy, and shot out with a single palm. A scorpion in front of him turned out to be like him. This palm dries the essence, and the part of the skin exposed on the face of the calcium carbide fire quickly shrinks and dies, and the eyes glaring out of the eye socket, like a dead body, died.

Wen Kexing looked at his palm and sighed softly: "Just a joke, why is Brother Scorpion angry?"

The scorpion calmed down, raised his hand to stop his poisonous scorpions, looked at Wen Kexing alertly, and asked, "Who are you?"

Wen Kexing looked up at him and said, "Until now, if your Excellency doesn't know who I am, wouldn't the poison scorpion be too useless?"

The scorpion seemed to think of something, and the corners of his eyes jumped abruptly. Wen Kexing lowered his voice, as if he was not prepared to hear it, and laughed: "Which is the same as the evil devil, why bother each other?"

He turned around and walked away. Although the man laughed and didn't see any maliciousness on one face, I don't know why. At that moment, he had a strong **** meaning that was hard to ignore, and many poisonous scorpions were present. Forced by his breath, no one dared to step forward to stop it.

The scorpion suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't you want to know who bought the dead ..."

Wen Kexing glanced back at him and said, "Thank you, I want to understand."

He flew out of the window and chased Zhou Zishu away. In a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared, and only a word whispered in his mouth seemed to stay in place: "If I am too stupid to think about it, how? Don't you want to make the skinny crooks cramp skin? "

Fengyashan, Qingzhuling, there are evil spirits.

Zhou Zishu didn't go fast. He pondered all the medicine people he saw in the basement of Scorpion, thinking about the legendary long tongue ghost-Long tongue ghost obviously recognized Wen Kexing, but he still wanted to kill him. Sure enough There are many stories in it. The long tongue ghost doesn't seem to have much ability. Who is behind him?

Was it the Sun Ding in red who was skeptical, or was the six-fingered ghost Xue Fang that he said made a ghost?

As it happened, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming to this side. At this time, the night was already deep, and the street had already been changed. Zhou Zishu subconsciously flashed into a side road, reluctantly exerting power to suppress Qiqiao Sanqiu. Don't call it too violent, listen carefully.

The man seemed to be getting closer. Although his footsteps were messy, but he could hear someone with light merit, but I didn't know why, but his breathing was extremely heavy. It seemed that ... he was hurt?

Before Zhou Zishu had time to see who it was, he heard a person approaching behind him, his spine stiffened, and he turned his fingers and claws toward the man's throat, but was stopped in the middle—Wen Kexing patted his chest and grieved. Bently looking at him, he made a "murder husband" lip, Zhou Zishu put his hand back, and continued to look in the direction of the voice.

The ran over was still an acquaintance, that is, the green demon Liu Qianqiao who had found him because of Liuli Jia. She didn't have a easy look this time, revealing her terrible appearance, and described her as embarrassed and her hair spread out. With blood on the corner of his mouth, Zhou Zishu frowned gently.

May wish to stretch out an arm behind him, hold his waist around him, hold one hand against his chest, and just listen to Wen Kexing whispering in his ear: "Do n’t hold it down, it will make it more painful tomorrow, we are here Wait a while. "

Zhou Zishu frowned, "Then ..."

Wen Kexing "hushed" him, just holding him gently, a tiny amount of internal force came along his palms, combing his meridians, but he didn't dare to force it a little, lest the action would shake a lot His nails, Zhou Zi paused, and did not refuse, but closed his eyes, no matter who ran past, they all went through this place first and then said.

Let's say the two of them didn't return overnight. Zhang Chengling went after the group of black women on his own initiative. He didn't dare to get too close, lest he be found, and afraid someone would recognize him, and picked it up on the side of the road. A piece of mud, a face was smeared, and his hair was chaotic, only pretending to be a little flower.

After chasing for a whole day, these women are like ascetic monks, their feet are extremely fast, and they do not rest. Only when the sky has darkened again, they stop in a small inn, Zhang Chengling looks coldly, only feels high Xiao Lian was really miserable. Being dragged all the way by these women, he thought that if she walked for a few more days, she would probably have half her life left.

It was a bold decision he made to come out without permission. He could not help the second time when he was bold, so he planned how to rescue the Miss Gao while he was at night.

He watched the women in black enter the inn, and then put a handful of mud on his hand, followed it in the appearance of begging, and wobbled around, asking for three or five copper plates, remembering the height I was pushed into which room, and then I squatted outside the inn, like a real little beggar, with his head down, sitting on the steps with his knees, and no one paid attention to him. Still everywhere, he waited until late in the middle of the night before he sat up, moved his hands and feet that had been numb, ready to sneak in.

He lied about Liu Yun Jiugongbu's secret in his mouth, as if he could become more powerful when he read it, and passed silently in the middle of the guest room.

Suddenly, without being wary of a dark shadow falling from the sky—it was actually one of those women in black, she didn't say a word, and started to move up.

Although Zhang Chengling didn't have much self-confidence, after all, after two years of mastering / teaching by Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu, coupled with hard work, it has been a long time ago, and Yuyu slipped out of the same way, and did not bump into each other , And then fight each other in one move.

However, after a while, the woman seemed to realize what she said, and then she made a fool, and then she disappeared from Zhang Chengling's eyes. Although Zhang Chengling's martial arts progressed, she was inexperienced, startled, and looked around. The woman in black slammed out from behind him. Zhang Chengling felt only a numbness in the shoulder and neck, and then covered his mouth with one hand, and was abducted by the woman.

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Severe cold, final exam, month of thesis, I am still updating, tears ran, I am really hardworking!