Pick up a dead man and bring him back

My feet stood in place as if they had taken root, and I still didn't move after a long time.

Because a question has been circling in my mind: Why did you come back to me suddenly?

Logically speaking, shouldn’t he leave after being saved?

How come back?

Still bluntly saying that you want to take me away?

I frowned and couldn't figure it out. Could it be that I didn't know when it became a piece of meat and potatoes?Everybody fights?

Fuck off!

I wouldn't believe anyone who told me - I'm a man, and I'm not a delicate beauty, why would people leave me for later?

Do coolies?

Thinking about it, I was obviously embarrassed - no matter how poor I am - I can't beat anyone, and I can't escape - but I won't be a coolie...

I frowned, always feeling that I missed some very important clue, but I just couldn't remember it at all.

And this is exactly why Dou Su keeps taking me away.

It suddenly occurred to me that it might just be this person's obsession... Although such a reason is barely plausible, it doesn't fit Dou Su's personality at all—even though I haven't been in contact with him for a long time, I still know that Dou Su is definitely a There will be a person with a strong purpose.

But I don't think there is any abnormality, there is no way to verify it, so I can only give up.

Looking into the distance, thinking about the last mouthful of blood that Dou Su vomited, Shiba must be sure to win.

Eighteen... really reassuring...

It's just that, looking at his relentless attitude, I can't imagine that he would dedicate himself to his lord like this... I can't bear it.

Eighteen. From the moment I had feelings for him, he was mine and that was all.

Eighteen came back soon, frowned, and said to me: "I lost it, Nanfeng Pavilion didn't burn, it should be the smoke deliberately lit by Dou Su to attract our attention, and to make a noise. "

I don't know why, but when I heard that Dou Su had escaped, I felt it was a matter of course. This person must have left a way out.

"Your wound isn't open, right?" The only thing I care about is Shiba.

"Of course not." Shiba replied displeasedly, frowned at me indistinctly, and said, "Nanfeng Pavilion, you'd better not ask, and don't go to see it."

His attitude is very decisive.

I knew at a glance that this matter, in his heart, was irreversible at all.

So, nod in cooperation. "It doesn't matter if you go or not."

In another two days, I finished the entire process of constructing terraced fields, and my whole person became more relaxed, especially Shan Cunzhi's attitude towards me was particularly subtle.

According to the agreement, I can already leave at this time, but I didn't mention the matter of leaving because I was eighteen.But Shan Cunzhi didn't mention a single word.

Although the two had talked, he didn't show any temptation or impatience. He just raised me like this and indulged Shiba to be with me by the way.

I am not surprised that he knows about Shiba and me. He is the master of Shiba. I believe that even if Shiba doesn't tell, Shan Si will tell Shan Cunzhi.

Shan Cunzhi even specially changed a yard for me and Shiba, which is closer to the center of Shanfu, called "Liyan Pavilion", because a large bamboo forest is planted next to the dean, and it is often surrounded by smoke. , It does have the smell of being away from the dust and smoke, especially when you open the door in the house and look at it, you will see green bamboos, and your heart seems to become refreshing.

I always ask Shiba vaguely, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Shiba guessed my intentions, and said to me helplessly, "I can't go anywhere except Shanfu. My life belongs to the Lord."

For this, he is quite stubborn.

What he said was nothing more than telling me that it was impossible for me to leave Shanfu with me. At the same time, I thought of the cold poison in his body. Even if he was willing to leave, he would not survive a month. The symptom of the attack is that the whole person can be frozen to the point of freezing—and finally be frozen to death, from the inside out.

Could it be that Jin Ning's pseudonym somehow cured me of the poison, but where can I find another one?

I could only frowned, feeling inexplicably angry, but I couldn't lose my temper. I put all my anger under my face, and said jokingly, "Just don't lose your life, kid. Remember, your life is yours." belong to me."

"Of course, I will send me in front of you with my last breath." Shiba hugged me hard, and my bones ached slightly.

In the morning, Shiba and I warmed up for a while, and then we eagerly sent him off on a mission.

In contrast, I am a big idler, sipping tea every day, juggling big swords - Shiba taught me, and then wait for Shiba to come back and do something to him.

But it's just hands up and down, kissing at most, and no other actions, because the wounds of the two of us don't allow the two of us to act recklessly.

I have no dissatisfaction with this, because, I don’t know why, the desire for sex is not as intense and longing as before. Now I just hug each other and fall asleep in the body temperature of the object, and I will have a very comfortable feeling in my heart. satisfaction.

I am extremely sure that this feeling must only be love.

Eighteen is away, and whenever I feel bored, I miss things from the past—especially guns.

Although I am not a fan of guns, what I am best at is shooting. I can often hit every shot, but it is not the best. I have seen ten shots hit the target with only one ten-ring bullet hole. It is simply inhuman.

Thinking about Shan Cunzhi's unbelievable appearance when he showed the suggested composition of the gun, I kind of wanted to laugh.

However, we are different from others after all, what we have seen must be unimaginable in this world.

So I couldn't hold back any longer, so I borrowed two craftsmen from Shan Cunzhi to follow me and make models according to my design drawings.

Because of the design of the iron model, I got in touch with the ancient smelting technology, and found that they only have iron-making technology, and even the most inferior block iron. This iron contains a lot of impurities and must be hammered hundreds of times. , can be used, but it is still too soft, and it will deform to varying degrees after each slash.

That's why, I've never seen them use swords much.

In order for the subsequent molds to go smoothly, I drew a simple process diagram and taught them to heat the pig iron until it melted or basically melted, then stirred it in the furnace, and used the oxygen in the air to carbonize the pig iron contained in it. method of steel.

Only steel can be used for a long time without deformation.

During this period, I spent a lot of time on steelmaking. After all, I only had a little time before and had a little knowledge of steelmaking. The ratio and time are still quite subtle, and I have to explore it myself.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and finally this difficulty was overcome!

I also specially asked the craftsman to make a small arm-type iron crossbow according to the mechanical crossbow I drew. It is usually tied to the forearm and put on clothes. feel sick.As long as you pull the mechanism lightly, you can hurt people unexpectedly, which is a life-saving thing.

The two artisans who were with me, from the first time I taught them the new art of smelting, worshiped me very much and obeyed my words. When the iron crossbow was made, let alone how excited it was, I just gave it to them Same.

In order to be busy with these things, I often wake up with the cock crowing and rest at sunset, which makes Shiba not very happy.

But as long as I think about it, such a personal life-saving thing can bring a little life to Shiba in the future, and I will be relieved.

Being misunderstood and afraid of being hanged, life is much more precious in comparison.

The day the iron crossbow was made, I was very happy. I went back a long time ago, only waiting for Shiba to come back, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m happy, or because I haven’t touched Shiba for a long time. The body, for his taste, had a desire.

I really, really want to be eighteen!Want to pin him down!I want to lick and kiss every inch of his skin!I want to see clearly the warmth in every breath!

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew through the skirt of my clothes, but it seemed to pass through my body, which made me jolt and wake up suddenly from the mania.

Just now... myself... what happened...?

I was panting, and found that my whole body was hot, and my lower body was even more painful. Every cell in my body seemed to be longing for a person—eighteen.

What's going on here?

I was puzzled, and with the only remaining brain, I remembered that it was early winter, and it would snow in a while, so the weather was a bit repetitive, with the temperature fluctuating up and down—could it be a cold?

I frowned and guessed.

But - if you have a cold, will your penis become erect?