MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-Chapter 75 桀骜17th 4th

Going to the foot of the mass grave, Wei Wuzhen discovered that he asked the blue to forget the machine to eat. The last two people parted ways in a less pleasant and awkward atmosphere. He also took it for granted.

Not surprising. Think about it, he will almost endlessly meet with Blue Forgetting Machine every time. Probably they are really not suitable for being friends.

However, there is no need to try to do it in the future.

Wei Wuxuan said: "Hey, anyway, Lan Zhan is so rich, so that he can pay the account once again. No big deal, I will ask him again next time... Where is the future? I have money on him. It won’t cost you to buy a little kid’s toy.”

Wen Yuan took him with his left hand and a small wooden sword in his right hand. He put the grass-woven butterfly on his head and said: "Hey brother, will that brother come again?"

Wei Wuxi looked at him and suddenly grabbed the butterfly and said, "Why, do you really like him?"

Wen Yuan squatted to grab, and hurriedly said: "Give me back...that was bought for me!"

Wei Wuzhen, this person is also boring, can make a difference with a child, put the butterfly on his head, said: "I will not return. You call him aunt, what is my name? Call my brother. Plainly It is shorter than him."

Wenyuan jumped: "I didn't call him aunt!"

Wei Wuwei said: "I heard it. I don't care, I want to be a higher generation than my brother and aunt. What should you call me?"

The Wenyuan committee succumbed to the ground: "But... but Ayuan... I don't want to call you Auntie... It's weird..."

Wei Wuwei said: "Who asked you to call Auntie? It’s Aye, who is older than my brother and aunt. I don’t know this? You really like him so much, say it early, I will let him just say it earlier. Take you away. Keep in his house, copy books from early to late."

Wenyuan shook his head quickly, whispered: "...I don't want to go... I want my grandmother."

Wei Wuqi stepped tightly and said: "To grandma, don't want me?"

Wen Yuan pleaded: "Yes. You have to marry your brother." He licked his fingers and counted one by one: "To slap your brother, buy a brother, but also a love sister, Ning brother, four uncles, six uncles... ..."

Wei Wuzhen threw the butterfly on his head again and said: "Enough is enough. I drown me in the heap."

Wenyuan quickly put the grass-woven butterfly into his pocket, for fear that he would **** it again, and asked: "Will the brother come in the end?"

Wei Wuzhen has been laughing.

After a while, he said: "...it should not come again."

Wen Yuan was disappointed and said: "Why?"

Wei Wuwei said: "No reason. Everyone in this world has their own things to do, and they have their own way to go. Their homes are full of enthusiasm, and how can they always turn around others? People."

Wen Yuan seems to understand the "oh", and it seems to be lost.

Wei Wuqi picked him up and put it under his arm. He shouted: "...Take him to the bustling road, and he wants that one wooden bridge to go to the black... Go! Go!! Go to the black?"

Singing to the word "black", he suddenly found that it was not black at all.

In the past, I went to the black mountain road, but it was very different tonight.

The mountain road was cleaned up, and even the weeds were pulled out. There were several red lanterns hanging in the woods. Lanterns are made by hand, picking on the branches, round and simple, but revealing the warm light, illuminating the black forest.

Wei Wuzhen was in the middle of his heart, and he went down to the mountain.

At this time, more than 50 people had already finished their meals, and they were nestled in their own broken wooden houses. Today they are gathered in the widest shed.

This shed is to support a roof with eight wooden stakes, which can accommodate everyone, and the next door is the "kitchen", so it is a canteen.

Wei Wuzhen walked over Wenyuan and said: "How are you today? What is the row of lanterns hanging by the road?"

Warmth came out from the kitchen on the side, carrying a plate, said: "Give it to the old man. It’s not good to walk all the time, maybe you slipped and broke your bones. You went so long today. What have you bought?"

"Ah." Wei Wuwei said: "Nothing to buy. Forgot."

He walked into the shed, and the monks Wen Jia had given him a position, three tables, and each table was set with seven or eight plates, which were steaming dishes.

Wei Wuwei said: "Why, haven't you eaten?"

Warmth said: "No. I am waiting for you."

Wei Wuzhen suddenly found that the warm eyes were reddish and seemed to have just cried. He blurted out: "Wait for me? Waiting for me? I am eating outside."

Just finished, he found something bad. Sure enough, warmly put the plate on the table and put the red pepper on the dish.

She angered: "No wonder I haven't bought anything. Is it going to be eaten in the restaurant? I have given you some money, I have given you, you are so cool!"

Wei Wuwei said: "No! I didn't..." At this time, the old lady of Wen's family also took a cane with one hand and a plate with her hand, and trembled out of the kitchen. Wen Yuan twisted a few twists, twisted from the bottom of his elbow and ran over: "Grandma!"

Warmly turned to help, complaining on the mouth: "Tell you not to take it, you don't have to sit and help, the fireworks are heavy. Your hands are not stable, and there are not many plates when you fall. Let's take a look at these porcelains." not easy……"

The other gentlemen of the Wen family put the chopsticks on the chopsticks, poured the tea into the tea, and vacated the chairman. Wei Wuqi is getting more and more strange.

In the past, he did not see it. The people of Wen’s family were actually somewhat afraid of him.

These people have heard of his fierce madness in the signing of the Japanese, heard his widely circulated violent means of venting, and also witnessed his appearance of killing human life. At first, Mrs. Wen saw him, and the legs were snoring. Wenyuan was hiding behind her. After a few geniuses, she dared to approach him slowly.

Why is this suddenly happening today?

Wei Wuwei said: "How many other dishes? Let me come."

He was about to enter the kitchen. Suddenly, a man was drilled from the cabin, holding a plate in his hand.

Wenyuan earned her grandmother and ran to the past. She hugged the man’s calf, released the stars in her eyes, and shouted: “Uncle Ning!”

That person is Wenning.

In a pair of eyes, Wenning with black coix.

Wei Wuzhen: "..."

Wenning's skin is still dead, and he can see the unwiped spell on his neck. The two looked at each other for a while. Wenning’s mouth moved and seemed to want to laugh, but the muscles on his face were dead and could not be held up.

For a long while, he said: "...Wei Gongzi."

This voice is very weird. One word and one word are squeezed out. It seems that I am about to bite my tongue. However, it is indeed a human language, not a meaningless roar.

Warmth sucked his nose behind Wei Wuzhen and said: "... After you went out this morning, he got up from the inside."

The first thought of Wei Wuzhen is: he succeeded.

The second thought is a sigh of relief.

Because of his impulsive impulse, he turned Wenning into a low-level murderer. Although Wen Ning personally recognized and shredded the several supervised workers who killed him, but after warmth, he was more painful in the face of this younger brother who snarled like a mad dog and bitten around.

When Wei Wuzheng calmed down and promised to her, he had the means to let Wenning recover his mind. But who knows that he just boasted of Haikou and let the warmth and peace of mind first. In fact, he was not sure at all, and could only bite his head. After a few months of racking his brains, he really succeeded in making his promise.

Wei Wuzhen turned back and everyone had stood up, and more than fifty eyes looked at him. Among these gaze, although there is still a fearful component, it is a fear of awe, but also with a little bit of courtesy, with a little care. More, it is the same gratitude and kindness as Wen’s sister.

Warmly came over and pulled him, whispered: "These are coming, hard work for you."

Wei Wuwei said: "You... suddenly talk to me like this, I am a little scared?"

The warm five-finger bones seemed to rang, and Wei Wu immediately shut up.

The warmth continued to whisper.

"...In fact, they always want to have a meal with you and say thank you to you. But these days, you are not jumping up and down the squat, just staying in the Temple of the Devil for a few days and nights, they are afraid of delaying your work and provoke you. I’m upset, I thought you didn’t like to deal with people, I didn’t want to talk to them, so I’m sorry to talk to you. Now Annine woke up, and Uncle said that he would like to have a table with you anyway... even if you eat outside today. Stay dead, sit down. Don't eat, sit and chat, drink and drink. Let them say what they want to say to you."

Wei Wuyi said: "Drinking?" His heart said: "Is there wine on this mountain?"

Several elderly Wen’s family have been squatting on this side, and they immediately said, “Yes, yes. There is wine, there is wine.” He picked up a few sealed bottles at the table. Handed it to him and said, "Fruit wine. The wild fruit picked on the mountain, brewed, very fragrant..."

Wenning said: "The four uncles also like to drink. He will brew it himself. It is specially brewed. It has been tried for many days."

Because he spoke one word at a time, he spoke slowly, but he didn't stutter. The four uncles smiled a little embarrassedly, and stared at Wei Wuzhen, a little nervous.

Wei Wuwei said: "Is it? It must be tasted!"

He sat at the table, and the four uncles quickly opened the bottle and handed it to him. Wei Wushen smelled it and smiled: "Sure!"

Others also sat down with him and listened to his praises. Everyone seemed to have received a lot of praise, and smiled and chopped.

For the first time, Wei Wuzhen did not drink and tasted.

He was thinking: "...a road to black...black?"

It is not very dark.

Suddenly, all of them are refreshed.

Fifty people squatted and sat on three tables. The chopsticks suddenly flinched and flicked around the circle, pouring wine to several elders and their subordinates. Wenyuan sat on her grandmother's lap and showed her her new baby. She was shown to her with a small wooden knife and a small wooden sword. The old man's mouth was laughing. Wei Wuzhen and the four uncles exchanged the wine they had drunk, and they were in full swing. They finally agreed that the Gusu famous brewing son was a undisputed dish. The dishes on the plate quickly swept away. Someone knocked on the bowl and shouted: "Ning Zi, go and fry a few dishes!"

"Do more speculation, get a pot to install!"

"Where the pots are for you to cook, a total of five, are washing your feet!"

Wenning didn't have to eat, kept at the shed, heard the words, and said slowly: "Oh, good."

Wei Wuzhen saw the opportunity to show his skills and said: "And live. I am coming! I am coming to me!"

Warmth said: "You still cook?"

Wei Wuqi raised his eyebrows: "That is natural. I got the kitchen under the hall. I haven't eaten the dishes of Yunmeng? Look at me. Wait."

Everyone clap their hands and express their expectations. However, when Wei Wuyi looked at the two plates on the table with a sinister look, he glanced warmly and said: "You will give me a little away from the kitchen later."

Wei Wuzhen argued: "You eat. You can't just look at it. If you eat it, you know it's delicious. It's this smell."

Warm feelings: "Eat a fart! Didn't you see what Ayuan ate and cried? Wasted food. Don't stick chopsticks, don't give him this face!"

In less than a month, almost everyone in the family knew this terrible news.

Wei Wei, who defected to the Jiang family and set up another hill in Yiling, refines the highest-ranking murderer so far. He is quick, powerful, fearless, hot, roaring and able to speak. . In the midnight hunting, there is no match. Inevitably, they are frightened: the future of the realm of cultivation can not be peaceful! Wei Wuzhen will certainly refine this kind of murderous corpse on a large scale, and attempt to open a sect with the evil way to compete with the family!

However, in fact, after the success of the corpse, the biggest use that Wei Wuzhen felt was that he had a hard work and hard work since then.

However, no one believes this at all. After several nights of hunting, there are many people who really come here, hoping to go to the "ancestor" and become his disciple.

These people are not talented, and they are hopeless in the right way. They also have a good foundation but want to make further breakthroughs. The deserted mountains and mountains that were originally deserted have suddenly become a city. Wei Wuzhen’s murderous corps patrolling at the foot of the mountain will not take the initiative to attack. At most, he just flies out and snarls, no one is injured, and more and more people are surrounded by mass graves. On one occasion, Wei Wuzhen saw a long flag of "the ancestors of the Yiling Emperor" and sprayed the fruit wine of the land. It was really unbearable, and went down the mountain to politely honor the old man. The supplies were all laughed, and I changed from another mountain road.

On this day, he was pursuing a source of hard work in a city in Yiling. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed in the front lane.

Wei Wu's eyes condensed, and he followed it quietly. Wenning did not speak a word and followed silently.

With the figure, the two flashed into a small courtyard. Once inside, the yard was closed. A cold voice came: "Go out."

Jiang Cheng stood behind them. The door is his off, this sentence is to Wenning.

Jiang Cheng is very vengeful, and the hatred of Wenshan’s hatred has spread to the top. Coupled with warmth and Wenning's brother and sister during his treatment, he was in a state of coma, and he could not feel the same with Wei Wuzhen. When Wen Ning saw him, he immediately bowed his head and stepped out.

There was a woman standing in the yard, wearing a tassel and wearing a black cloak.

Wei Wuzhen’s throat was stalked and said: “...Sister.”

When he heard the footsteps, the woman turned and took off the fight on her head, and the cloak was solved.

Under the cloak, she wore a big red dress.

Jiang was disgusted with wearing this dignified costume, with a bright pink on his face and added a bit of color. Wei Wuzhen approached her two steps and said: "Sister... you are this?"

Jiang Chengdao: "What is this? Do you think you are going to marry you?"

Wei Wuwei said: "You shut me up."

Jiang disliked his open arms and gave him a look. His face was reddish and said: "Auntie, I... I want to be a relative soon. Come over and show you... But only I can't see the groom alone. ”

Wei Wu's eyes are slightly moist.

He couldn't be there on the day when Jiang was disgusted with Li Cheng, and he couldn't see the appearance of his loved ones. Therefore, Jiang Cheng and Jiang sneaked out to the Yiling side, and led him into the yard, and gave him a look. On the day of the marriage, what would my sister be like that day?

For a long while, Wei Wuxi laughed and said: "I know! I heard about it... but I don't want to see the groom."

He walked around the river for two laps and praised: "Good-looking!"

Jiang Chengdao: "Sister, I said it. It is really beautiful."

Jiang is always quite self-aware and has earnestly said: "You said it was useless. What you said can't be taken seriously."

Jiang Cheng said helplessly: "You don't believe me, don't believe him. Do you want someone who says good-looking, you believe?"

Wen Yan, Jiang's face is more red, red to the white earlobe, even the rouge pink can not cover, busy transfer topic: "Auntie ... to take a word."

Wei Wuwei said: "What word?"

Jiang Chengdao: "I have not yet born the word of the nephew."

The ceremony has not yet been completed, and this is to think of the words of the future nephew. Wei Wuzhen did not feel different, but he was not polite at all. When he thought about it, he said: "Good. The next generation of Lanling Jinshi is like a generation. Call Jin Rulan."

Jiang is tired of leaving: "Okay!"

Jiang Cheng said: "Not good, it sounds like gold like blue, blue of blue. The descendants of Lanling Jinshi and Yunmeng Jiang, why should it be like blue?"

Wei Wuwei said: "There is nothing wrong with the blue family. Lan is a gentleman in the flower, and the blue family is a gentleman. Good word."

Jiang Chengdao: "You didn't say that before."

Wei Wuwei said: "It is for me to take it, not to let you take it. What kind of strength do you pick?"

Jiang is too busy to say: "Well, you know that Acheng is like this. Let me give you the advice of the word. Don't make trouble, I will bring you soup, wait."

She went into the house to get the can, and Wei Wuzhen and Jiang Cheng looked at each other. Shou, Jiang dissipated and gave the two people a bowl, went into the house, took out the third small bowl, went outside the door, said to Wenning: "Sorry, only a small bowl. This gives you."

Wenning originally bowed his head and stood guarding the door. When he saw it, he was flattered and stuttered: "Ah...and, my share?"

Jiang Cheng was dissatisfied: "How is there still him?"

Jiang is disgusted: "I brought so much anyway... I see a share."

Wenning Nanne said: "Thank you Jiang girl... thank you."

He held the small bowl full of him, and he was too embarrassed to say, thank you, but he couldn't eat it. Giving him is also a waste. The dead will not eat.

Jiang was disgusted and noticed his embarrassment. He asked a few words and stood outside the door and chatted with Wen Ning. Wei Wuzhen and Jiang Cheng stood in the yard.

Jiang Cheng raised the bowl and said: "King Yiling's ancestors."

Hearing this name, Wei Wuzhen also remembered the long flag that was in the wind and the domineering, and the brain was full of the eight golden characters of the "Emperor of the Emperor". mouth!"

Take a sip, Jiang Chengdao: "How was the last injury?"

Wei Wuwei said: "Good morning."

Jiang Chengdao: "Well." Suddenly, and said: "A few days?"

Wei Wuwei said: "In less than seven days, I told you that there is warmth, not to mention. However, your mother is really sincere."

Jiang Cheng ate a piece of cockroach and said: "You asked him to break my arm first. You have been hanging for more than a month for seven days."

Wei Wuran said: "How is it like to be awkward? Anyway, it is the left hand, it does not prevent you from writing. It is not too much for three months to hang the bones."

Silence for a while, faintly outside the door came a warm and stern answer.

Jiang Chengdao: "You will be like this in the future? Is there any plan?"

Wei Wuwei said: "There is no time. The group of people are afraid to go down the mountain. I don't dare to provoke me when I go down the mountain. There is no danger without conflict, as long as I don't take the initiative to cause trouble."

"Do not take the initiative?" Jiang Cheng sneered: "We are not convinced, if you believe it or not, even if you do not provoke right and wrong, right and wrong will also provoke you. To save a person is often helpless, but it is necessary to harm one person, and there are thousands of kinds. Method."

Wei Wuzhen buried his head: "One force will drop ten meetings. Let him be a thousand ways, dare to play in front of me, and all will be crushed."

Jiang Cheng said faintly: "You never listen to me any opinion. You should know one day, I am right."

He drank the remaining soup in one breath and stood up. He said, "The prestige is great. It is the ancestor of Yiling."

Wei Wuxi spit out a bone and said: "You are finished."

On the occasion of the farewell, Jiang Chengdao: "Don't send it. It will be bad if you see it."

Wei Wuzhen nodded. He understands that Jiang’s sister is not easy. If it is seen by others, then the drama they made to show to others will be completely in vain.

He said: "Let's go first."

Out of the alley, or Wei Wuzhen walked in front, Wenning silently followed.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxi turned back and said, "What do you still hold the bowl of soup?"

"Ah?" Wenning said reluctantly: "Bring back... I can't drink, but I can drink it for others..."

"..." Wei Wuwei said: "Just do it. Don't sprinkle it."

He turned his head and knew that in the future, he was afraid that he would not see the people he was familiar with for a long time.

But... isn’t he now going to meet familiar people?